Oscar: The Chosen One

by charlesfecht

A man wakes up in a cloning chamber and has no idea who he is or why he is here. While on the run from dark forces from another planet, he is accidentally teleported to several strange places, and uses the ability to his advantage to find out the truth of his origin.

2. The Chapel - Part 1

I reappeared almost instantly inside a large dome-shaped chapel. It looked like it had been here for eons. Everything was covered in dust and the walls were thick a crusty mineral. There were rows and rows of pews, and a podium at the front. I looked around trying to find it. But what was It?

"Hello?" I hollered. My voice echoed throughout the chapel. "Is anyone here?" I waited a few moments, but there was no answer.

A quick movement caught the corner of my eye. I walked forward to the podium at the front of the chapel were I saw it. I approached it slowly, trying to make minimal noise. I took a large step up onto the raised platform. I kneeled down, still inching closer and closer.

Hoping to startle whatever was there, I jumped around the corner and landed hard behind the podium. No one was there.

Disappointed, I raised myself up and was about ready to walk away when a book caught my eye. On the podium rested a dusty book with bold letter spelling out Racso: The Chosen One.

"The Chosen One…" I whispered aloud.

"Yes, " Said a voice in my head. "That's right." I looked up, titling my head left, then right. There was no one in sight. "Try looking over here." It spoke. Locating the source of the familiar voice, I spun around, facing the pews. There was a man sitting there.

"How did you do that?" I said, my heart rate increasing.

"Isn't it obvious?" He said.

"Not really." I replied.

"I am your original." He said. My heart rate slowed as he invited me to sit.

"I still don't get it." I said as I sat a few feet from him on a soft cushions on one of the pews.

"You're a clone of me."

"Racs—"

"—Don't say it! Did you not notice what happened last time my name was said?" Said Racso.

"I…dissolved where I stood and ended up here. It's hard to not notice."

"Yes. And every time my name is said, the same thing will happen again." Said racso.

"Why?" I asked him, beginning to get tired of all the questions."

"No reason." He responded. No reason? Sounds like an excuse.

"There has to be a reason." I said.

"I'm sorry?"

"Someone doesn't just teleport for no reason. You want to explain it? Explain it all. The right way." I challenged.

He raised an eye brow and sighed.