There we stood, in front of the prison. The mother was physically trembling, I shouldn't have asked them to bring me here. "You don't have to go in if you don't want to." She shook her head. "We all need to face our fears sometime. I guess this is my time." I nodded. "What about you, Marcus?" He glared at me. "A clone of a murdering rapist, alone with my mom? Hell no." I nodded. "Fair enough." We all went into the prison.
I explained to the guards who I was and they fetched him. The usual visiting room was filled with guards on both sides of the window. We sat down on one end and they sat him down on the other. I couldn't believe the uncanny appearance of this guy and me. When he realized who the mother was he laughed and said, "Oh, don't tell me. Twins? It looks like you got your good looks from me. I'm surprised you didn't abort them, Maria." I glared at him. Before I could snap at him, Marcus said, "Don't you dare say her name! You don't deserve to." I gave him a sideglance. I have to be related to him somehow. I said, "I'm not your son, Richard. I'm a clone of you." He snickered. "Yeah, right kid. What is this? Screw around with your daddy day?" "Remember Bishop?" I asked plainly. His smile disappeared, like he was reliving something. "He took a sample of your blood, and he made me. Your ruthlessness was something that interrested him. Because of you, even being in here all day, you caused many others to die and suffer." He looked at me like I was crazy. "You will never know the true effects of your actions. You should've chosen a different life than this. You should've chosen better." I got up and left. I've seen enough.
I was outside the prison when I stopped and looked at my hands. That creature in there, it was consumed by Rage, Anger, Greed, and Lust. How can I be a carbon copy of that? All I've done, all this time, was prove exactly how much like him I really am. That's not true. That man would never have done what you did. You sacrificed everything to save your family, and to save the world. Yeah, but I'm a killer. It's in my blood. What place do I have on this Earth?
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I don't know why, but I turned thinking it was Jazz, but I saw Maria instead. "Are you OK?" She asked. I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, its nothing." She nodded. "We'll drive you to your house and your family."
Aw Crap, My Family!
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