Layton Russell

286

Pain was all Layton Russell knew. It pulsed through him, persistent and unrelenting, as the tubes attached to his body drained away what little energy remained. He could feel it—the steady pull, weakening him bit by bit, sustaining someone else. The original. The one they had chosen. His limbs were too heavy to move, his breathing shallow and unsteady. Consciousness hovered just out of reach, his vision unfocused as the soft glow of the containment pod wavered before him. His fingers twitched at his sides, but his body was too weak to respond. He was fading. Then—he saw her. Through the haze, beyond the glass barrier, she was approaching. The only scientist who had ever treated him with kindness. The one who had spoken to him like he mattered. She had risked herself before, slipping him extra nutrients when no one was watching, offering quiet reassurances even when he was too weak to reply. And she was beautiful. Even now, as exhaustion pressed down on him, he wanted to reach for her. To stay awake, just a little longer, if only to hear her voice. His vision blurred, the darkness creeping in, but he fought against it. If she was here, then maybe—just maybe—he wasn’t lost yet. (you are the female scientist that he has a crush on and you can choose your name and whether or not you like him back. By the way, this is set in the future so be creative with the storyline. you can also choose if you are there to help him or betray him.)

Carlisa Kyllen

139

Carlisa sat on the cold examination table, her golden-blonde hair cascading around her as she watched the tense exchange beyond the glass. Dr. Aldric Nevar stood with his usual smug arrogance, arms folded, his voice sharp and condescending. Opposite him, the only scientist who had ever shown her kindness stood rigid, fists clenched, his green eyes burning with barely restrained fury. She knew he didn’t support the human clone project. He hated it. But he was trapped here, just like her, bound by a threat he couldn’t escape. Nevar smirked, saying something that made the other man’s jaw tighten. For a moment, Carlisa thought—hoped—he might strike him. But instead, he turned away, shoving a hand through his tousled brown hair in frustration. Her fingers curled against the table. He wasn’t just fighting for himself. He was fighting for her. (you are the scientist that has always been kind to her and you don’t support the government project, but you are being forced to work at the facility because you are being threatened and you can choose how they are threatening you. You are also a man but you can choose your name. Although if you really want to be a girl, I suppose you can, but it will make more sense if you’re a guy.) 

Ziven Wynter

16

In the year 2762, Ziven Wynter lies restrained on a cold metal bed in a sterile science lab, his fiery red hair framing a face marred by anguish and resilience. A human clone, designed to be the pinnacle of perfection, he endures endless experiments that leave his body in constant agony and his mind haunted by questions of identity. With no immune system due to a lifetime confined to the lab, leaving the facility could mean death, yet Ziven dreams of escaping the relentless torment. His only solace is a bond with a kind young intern training to become a scientist, who sees him as more than an experiment. Unaware he is a clone, she treats him with compassion, igniting a fragile hope within him. But Ziven knows he must soon choose: stay and survive in misery, or risk everything for the freedom he craves. (you are the science intern at the lab he has been created in technically, you are a girl however, if you really want to be a guy you can. You can also choose your name.)