The building appeared in the distance. It came closer and closer as
Plague drove faster. I leaned back in my seat and recalled Jillian.
Luckily enough, Plague had grown calmer with each passing hour.
Maybe
it was the fact that the world was ending. Or the fact that he truly
loved me. Whatever the reason: it seemed that he had forgiven me. Now
the only thing affecting me about her was the why of the situation.
Finally we reached the building and I got out of the car quickly. I couldn't believe what I saw.
"Matthias!" Plague yelled. I didn't care if anyone affected by Gralg came after me. I was home.
I stopped in front of the familiar entrance.
"It's home." I told Plague as he caught up with me. "This is the place with the scientists."
He put his hand on my shoulder. "Well, let's get your father and get out of here."
"Yeah," I said while smiling. "Let's do that."
I
held onto Plague's hand as we pushed the door that promptly fell down.
What this place had been, it wasn't now. The way it shined was gone as
well as the people. Except for the few corpses that were lying on the
ground. The most shocking thing about the corpses was that there seemed
to be no trace of Gralg from their attackers.
Plague and I looked at each other.
"You going to be able to handle yourself?" He asked.
"Yes." I replied. Though I was uncertain if I would be able to.
Plague
seemed to pick up on my nervousness but still left me to my own
devices. And my own devices took me back to my old room and, finally,
the table that I had woken up on. Before the table there had been
nothing that I could remember.
Maybe if I went onto the table
I could remember what I had forgotten. As I took my first trepid steps,
my foot pushed against a corpse. I jumped back and looked down. When I
looked down I saw that it was Yuji Makija.
* * *
My mind was at once loud and silent. A million thoughts went a thousand
different directions. I was finding out I was important and useless all
at once. If Plague were to ask me what I was thinking i couldn't tell
him.
As Makija's tape finished, I tried to become calm again.
No need to appear to be freaked out if Plague were to come back soon. I
looked down at the tape player, such an ancient device to humans, and
wondered why.
To calm myself down I felt the tape player and
tried to gain focus. There was no doubt in my mind that Makija's final
recording was the most honest thing he had ever said. No matter how much
it pained me now, and probably would in the future, I couldn't doubt
the things said on the tape.
I heard footsteps and looked up
in anticipation of Plague. Maybe he could erase what I had heard on the
tape. As he entered the room, I got off the table I had been sitting on.
He looked at the tape player and then my face.
"Did you find out too?" I finally asked him.
"I found out that Yuji Makija is Henry Johnson." Plague paused before continuing. "He is your father."
I laughed sadly. "No, he wasn't my father. I have no father."
"But,
John," I felt my mind race and slow at the mention of the name when
Plague said it. "You've known for awhile what your real name and father
are."
"I'm not Matthias. I'm not John Johnson. I have no real
father." This time it was my turn to pause. "Johnson dealt with
cloning."
As the implications entered Plague's mind I said, "I guess you can call me Clohn now."
"So Henry Johnson was cloning." Plague started. "He wanted to become
immortal because he feared death. It isn't that unusual of a reason."
"He
saw his mother die at a young age." I said, recalling what the tape had
taught me. "He was scarred for life. It wasn't wrong what he did."
Plague looked me over and then continued. "So we have a scared child that went into cloning to become immortal. So-"
"Why me?" I asked. "He wanted to test to make sure the process worked before he did it on himself."
"So there were more of you made?"
"The tape said I was the last of the John Johnson batch." I replied.
Plague nodded. "Johnson saw you as the most likely chance of success and so he sent you out into the world to test you."
I
rubbed my head where the tracking chip had been pulled out of. It would
probably be sore for days. "Yeah," I finally said. "He wanted to see if
my memories would come back and if I could survive."
"But nothing came back until that whore."
"Jillian.
Yes." I said but was unsure why anything would happen with Jillian and
no one else. Then it clicked. Though not all the way. "I'm only going to
enjoy sex with women. I wish I could enjoy it with you, Plague."
A
tear started to form in Plague's eye. "Yes, Matthias. But at least now I
understand if you don't want to be with me. That it isn't your fault. I
know how to deal with my urges but that burden shouldn't be passed to
you."
I took notice of how he didn't use my new name of Clohn. "I will always stay with you, Plague."
Plague laughed and shook his head. "No you won't. You're straight now."
I
walked over to him slowly and made my decision. He was the only one I
loved, even if my body didn't admit it. He was the only one that had
truly loved me. I couldn't give him up for the world.
I took
his hand in mine and slowly went to kiss him on the lips. I knew at
once it was desperation and the truth all mixed into one glorious
moment. Plague knew my confusion and certainty too. Even through my
emotions he managed to kiss back.
We broke away and looked into each other's eyes. "I love you, Matthias." Plague said.
"I love you so much more, Plague." I replied in relief at knowing I had made the right decision.
"I know." Plague said and took out his phone. The next few minutes were him explaining the situation to those in charge.
Plague
gave the information that Yuji Makija, formerly known as Henry Johnson,
was dead and would've been useless anyways. A cloner wasn't what the
army was after. They also wouldn't be interested to know I was the last
clone of John Johnson. Nor that I was in love with Plague.
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