Liz At early dawn, they saw them returning and hurried back to their room before the others noticed. They were all the first to shower in their rooms except Lane and Matt who got bunked together. Then came down to breakfast as if all was well and pretended to not know what was happening. Lieutenant Sharp and his team were leaving when Liz arrived, having the option of eating first. Her zapper was also part of the team. Troy. She had been the first to get there out of her friends, she realised and wondered if now was a good time to let him know her intention. Nobody was injured or bloodied she notes but not surprised one bit. She knew what they were capable of. But the lieutenant left after giving her a once-over look. Sharp came to find her as breakfast was over, pulling her into an empty room. “Are you okay? You look like you haven’t slept?” He folds his hands, crossing his ankles as he rests his head on the wall. How observant. “I’m fine just tired, “she returns with a furrow o
“What? How did you get here?” he gasped as he pointed a gun at her. Huh, he’s cute, she thinks as she took in his chiselled jawline and narrow nose. His thick eyebrows were an asset to him too as well as his full lips- what she could make out anyway, for half of his face was hidden by the darkness. His navy-blue attire; jacket and trousers but hatless. She wondered about his rank when she saw the many pins on the jacket. Liz didn’t know a lot about a lot of things for her mind was more than a hundred years behind the times but he looked important. Maybe she should take him back so Sharp could question him. “I swam- duh,” Liz gestured to her wet black attire and rolled her eyes. A gunshot was then heard, and she saw the fire and the smoke from the barrel of the gun. ‘Well, someone doesn’t like my humour.’ Then in the next split second, she realized he was fired at her but Liz felt no pain. She freaked for the next few seconds. ‘Am I bulletproof too?’ Glancing down and not seeing
Lieutenant Sharp Hours later they were exhausted and laid sprawled on the sand breathing heavily. The three ship’s crew and radio- were all dead. The young lieutenant had a deep vertical frown set between his eyebrows. Liz was soft-bellied- she wasn’t like them. She hadn’t killed anyone, just thrown them overboard or broken their bones, leaving them. Sharp had to be the clean-up guy after her, so the others wouldn’t notice and report back to the commander. There’s no telling what they would do to her- run more tests? Day after day, month after month, year after year like the rest that was locked away? Or end her ‘miserable’ life, as ‘they’ would normally say when a clone was declared useless to ‘them’. By they and them, he meant the doctors and scientists who worked to give him- them the clones, an existence. Liz might not be able to endure it. This was the reason why she ran the first time. Sharp was beginning to see just how inhuman it all is. He- they all might be clones…rep
Lieutenant Sharp Love in him? A cloned human? Shouldn’t that be impossible? He had no soul. He had no warm family and a swarm of memories that was real of growing up. He did not know how to feel emotions- this is why he and his kind were perfect soldiers. This was all too confusing, and he could feel a headache coming on. His kind don’t have those. He needed to clear his mind. He didn’t know how to though. Wanting to see her all the time. The funny swelling in his stomach when she was near or sometimes when he thought of her. His heart was racing. He looked away from her and into the ocean water. That ought to fix his thinking. War. Impossible for a clone to feel these emotions, yet he did. They weren’t built to feel, they were created to not be overrun with emotion. Human emotions are what got soldiers killed. Calculated actions are what win a war. I am a weapon, he chanted inside his head. He was in the body of a man in his mid-thirties when they were supposed to be the same
“I didn’t realize…” Sharp began, but Elizabeth cut him off and ended the conversation. He had to bring it up again the next day for her to talk about it. “I know you might find this hard to believe but I used to have this electronic brain in my head, and she used to be my best friend.” Liz confided in Marcus Min Lee. Even though it's in her head, she berates herself for using his full name. She still hadn’t gotten used to him not being her Marcus- not even hers but the other Liz. Knowing and accepting is so...difficult. Besides, she thought he was trustworthy. He felt...genuine somehow. And she had so much inside her head that needed to come out. Her brain needed...air. Some space. Her head felt heavy and similar to a chaotic mess. It was just too much to process everything. It was either him or running to the other side of the forest and screaming at the top of her lungs. She didn’t even know if that was a normal human reaction or if it was a defect with her. Marcus Sharp sai
Dr Carson It had been months after when Dr Apple Carson scanned the horizons, years back, expecting the girl’s return, knowing it would have taken more than a year but in her nervousness about it, she had looked for her. The scientist then went under the impression, that C-5 had died like the others. Another failed experiment. When C-5 showed up, out of the blue it astounded her, but the scientist kept out of her way even though she would no way be recognized. Her excitement rose once more, but meeting C-5 had proven again, she did fail. Dr. Carson had monitored her for the first few weeks, thinking the girl was doing her work and doing it undercover. But she was wrong. She did nothing but run around with the people she came with and crush on the lieutenant; which is normal considering who they were and how familiar they were with each other's past, through their human DNA. Of course, the replicas will not understand that and just think of it as familiarity, rather than the truth w
Weeks went by and nothing was seen approaching them in the water. They checked daily and even had men remaining on the coastlines but nothing. It made everyone uneasy. But in that time, everyone got more acquainted with each other. Sharp learnt that Polo should be shot, and he was a troublemaker. The man thought he was being slick not knowing that when he tried to bully a child for his food rations, that he was among creatures with special abilities. He liked most of the humans, namely one of the humans named Angela. Her body bore marks like he had never seen before. In fact, all of them gathered around her and touched wherever they saw her scarred flesh, not backing down even when she seemed uncomfortable. Scarring was not something they were used to being as they healed quickly. Just the day before she confided in him that her only regret in life was that she did not get to kill the man that gave her the scars. He had never heard something like that before; a human wanting to hu
Lieutenant Sharp Some days went by and the Lieutenant made an alarming discovery along with Angela, the human, warrior-looking woman, he’d befriended. Lance had told him warriors carried battle scars similar to hers, not just tattoos. Sharp had decided that evening he liked the woman- the beautiful warrior who lived with her human inflicted scars. The feeling seemed mutual for she came to him with her suspicions. Lane was teaching him, the ways of humans. The way they think and moved. Their reaction to certain things said or done. However, Angela requested he keep this between themselves and she waited silently with a stern look about her face, waiting until he nodded before she said another word to him. Then they endured the next few hours in mostly silence for Angela wasn’t much of a conversationalist…neither was he. Though, she did say, “Those guys seem to trust you so that works for me.” By ‘those guys’ he knew she meant Matt and Randall. But did they? Sharp didn’t get that f