by GoozX
Lightingburg:
A man walked down a long steel hallway, stopping at a security door. He swiped his card down the lock, and, after a few seconds, a small green light glowed, and there was a low hum of the door unlocking. The name on the card read "Agent Turner."
Nevada... to Chicago... back to Nevada... and now, Lightingburg. Boy, has this been a LONG fuckin' week. The good doctor better be in, or I'll make sure he doesn't have a lab to return to later.
Agent Turner didn't even acknowledge the guard as he passed, his eyes fixated on the office across the hallway. He stopped for a brief moment, glazing his eyes across the golden plate that read "Dr. Knell." Veins ripped throughout Agent Turner's arm as his fist tightened.
In the office, Dr. Zachary "Doctor Clone" Knell was at a long table. Sitting upon the table was a little boy, smaller than most, his hair standing up on end, almost like little snakes. His eyes were light hue of green. Knell took a little sample of blood from the baby with a small needle. He held it up to the light and smiled.
"You are developing better than suspected, buddy. Much better." Before he could even finish, the door flew open, almost breaking off the hinges. Standing in the doorway was Agent Turner. He took a few steps toward Dr. Knell, who tightened up. "Oh, Agent Turner. What a pleasant surprise."
Agent Turner took out a cigarette and lit it, taking another few steps closer to Knell.
"Oh, Mr.Turner, you can't smoke in here, you might contaminate the samples."
Agent Turner was still silent. He took a deep breath and blew a stream of smoke at Knell, much to the doctor's dismay. Then, Turner put out the cigarette directly on the counter.
"What is the meaning of this visit? No one from the MCCA notified me that you were coming. You know that I desire at least a forty-eight-hour warning so I can fit my BUSY schedule around your 'meetings.'"
"I'm not here on... business."
"Then what can I help you with? I am very BUS--"
"Shut your mouth."
"What? How dare you..."
Agent Turner lunged at Dr. Knell, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him over the countertop. The infant giggled and clapped his hands in delight.
"You piece of trash. Dr. Knell, you piece of fucking trash! You were in on it. You were the lead doctor. Why? You piece of trash, why?"
"Well, I guess secrets can only be held for a short while."
"Cut the talk. Why? Who am I? Why was I... made?"
"First, get your hands off me. If it wasn't for me, you would still be a sample in a jar somewhere."
"Bastard." Anger overcame Agent Turner as he threw Knell over the counter and onto the hard floor, breaking through some glass containers. Agent Turner's eyes began to glow a light hue of red as anger took over his body. "So it's true, then. The files weren't lying."
"No, they weren't."
Dr. Knell got to his feet and took a file out of a cabinet. "The date was May 12, 1997. That was when the process was finished, and when, in a way, you can say you were born. For months afterward, you were kept suspended and aged rapidly."
"You then planted the false memories. Ritchie Stevens, no such soul. All my memories were fake! School! The academy... they were all fake, right?!"
"Yes, they were, for the most part. It was essential that you had no memory of the clonation. We didn't want you going all crazy or anything. That's just what we didn't need -- the perfect agent going crazy."
"What do you mean, the perfect agent? Who was I made from?" Red energy surged from Agent Turner's eyes, causing objects all around the room to hover and circle his body. "WHO?"
"It looks like I have witnessed the glory firsthand. We knew it would take some time, years even, but it is perfect. This is perfect. You are perfec--"
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"
Dr. Knell smiled and pointed his hand upward. Agent Turner looked around to see vials and papers flying all around. Red energy was crackling around his head, coming from his eyes.
"I-I... you mixed a sample of the metagene in my body. You fucking piece of shit! I SHOULD KILL YOU! I'll ask one more time -- who am I?"
"Your 'father' is the MCCA head of operations, Richard Stephen Turner."
Agent Turner was silent. The tiny connections were so dumb and subtle -- how did he not notice? "Why was I created?"
"I don't know. You would have to ask the man himself that. They give orders, and I follow. That's how it works."
"Well, then, I guess I have an appointment to make." Agent Turner turned and began to walk away. He stopped and swung his head around. "Oh, just one more thing, Doctor..."
The small, blood-filled needle sitting next to the baby, who was unharmed, lifted into the air and flew across the room, striking right into Knell's neck, injecting the contents into his neck. Knell ripped the needle from his neck and fell to his feet.
"No! What have you done...? What have you done...?"
Agent Turner closed the door behind himself. I guess this means BACK to Nevada.