Gord walked over to his laboratory. He sighed, thinking of how mad he was at that pathetic creation he had made, and how bad it failed. He was determined to make a better one, and a deadlier one. Gord was very upset. He walked over to his scanner, and picked up the brush. Now he was more angry than upset.

He angrily grabbed his hairbrush that he had stolen from the original Hitomi, and pulled out five, thin hairs, and put them on the conveyer belt. He then pushed the big green button five times, angrily. Out of the seemingly endless rows of tall, vertical test tubes filled with green fluid, five tubes that were side-by-side made a squishing noise, and a replica of Hitomi slowly emerged out of the top of the tube in five of them.

"I will now make these Hitomis my prisoners...and they will fetch the other Hitomi that I made for me...and they will bring her to me...where I can then get rid of her." Thought Gord. He snickered, and thought that this project would go better. He ran a few blood tests on each of the Hitomi clones, and made sure that they were healthy. They were, and he then walked over to a keyboard and typed that they would be in the tubes for twenty-four hours, and he would then release them to hunt down the other clone.

He waited patiently for the other clones to be ready for release, when he began to think if he should get another DOA fighter.

"Hmm..." He thought. "Zack would make for a good servant. If I could clone him, I could make sure that he'd kill the real Zack, and then he'd be used to fight with my other Hitomi clones, so that they'd be just as skilled and fierce as their originals."

So, he went out searching for Zack. He began to think where he wanted to teleport to...the club. He knew that Zack was a DJ, and that he'd probably find him there, making some hip hop songs are something.

He teleported, and left the five Hitomis there in their nourishing tubes. He appeared right near the entrance of a huge club down in the city, and he peered through one of the windows that was in the brick building. He saw a huge crowd dancing and whatnot. He looked for the DJ, and saw...Zack. Gord recognized him immediately. The green mohawk, the black skin, the dark sunglasses. He had to find something that had his DNA in it. He began to think. He stood in the darkness of the club's entrance, nobody able to see him. In fact, there weren't hardly any people passing him. Occasionally he'd hear some whispering, but the people who were whispering must've passed him.

He then realized that there was something shiny on the ground, a few feet in front of him. He picked it up. It was big, broken black record. Gord knew that Zack had been using these types of discs to make music in the club, so he thought that it might possibly contain his fingerprints...perfect to scan and then to begin the cloning process.

He picked it up, just as he heard somebody yell, "Hey!" He looked up, and saw a tough-looking man with a buzz cut and an excessively large red jacket on.

"I said no one else could come in the club," he said in a angry and frightening tone.

Gord grabbed the disc and began to run to a safe place where he could teleport back to his laboratory, but the man chased him through the alley.

The lab was quiet, with the exception of the bubbling noise of the testing tubes. The Hitomi duplicates were at the fifteen-hour mark. And then soon it hit then five-hour mark, and Gord was still not back. And then, the ten second countdown...and right when it hit the number one, the five Hitomis' eyes slowly opened, and they looked around, and began pounding on the tubes.

"Where am I..." one thought.

"Who am I..." another thought.

"I need to get out of here..." the third Hitomi thought.

"Why are there other people here?" the fourth thought.

"Must...get...out..." the fifth thought.

The five Hitomis began pounding and their hearts began to beat faster and faster. One of the Hitomis finally smashed a hole through the tube, causing the fluid to drain out. She stuck her face through the hole that she had punched curiously, and inhaled the fresh air. The four others were pounding and punching, without success. The Hitomi that had punched the hole punched the glass again, but to close to the hole. She cut a deep gash in her palm, and she cried out in pain. The four other Hitomis suddenly looked around at the sound of the shriek.

The Hitomi watched her hand as it dripped blood into the tube. She elbowed the tube as hard as she could, and it smashed, leaving a wide open exit. She walked out, and looked at the struggling others. She turned away, and headed into the room with all of the close. She grabbed what she needed and changed into the clothes quickly. She wore a orange sweater and jeans. She looked at the helpless clones in front of her, and decided that it would be best if she helped them. She pushed a big, purple button on one of the test tubes.

There was suddenly a streak of black that shot through the green fluid in one of the Hitomis testing tubes. The Hitomi that was enclosed in the tube began to cough as the fluid turned completely black. The Hitomi looked at the black fluid, horrified.

"What have I done?" she said aloud. She thought fast, and kicked the tube open, and the black liquid poured out onto the floor and the Hitomi coughed hard as she struggled to find fresh air.

"Come out here!" The Hitomi yelled to the one in the tube. The one in the tube quickly ran out, and took a deep breath.

"The clothes are that way." said the Hitomi to the other one. The other one nodded, and walked to where she was pointing. She changed into clothes similar to the other one, and the two began to help out the other three.

Would this be good, or simply chaos?