"25 Looked over to the next cage. She could hear the other clone. Her cage was square and closed in with only a small, yet incredibly thick window. The cage was strong metal that in cased the clones in isolation...But it didn’t stop the sounds from her neighbours. She could ‘see’ them through the cages with her ears. However- some cages were made of a thicker material, built specifically to stop demons from seeing’ or communicating with each other. 25 had heard the whispered rumours from other clones, that some of their brothers and sister clones had gone mad buy the constant echoing of their voices bouncing off the walls of their cages.
She looked at listen to the large clone that was in the cage to her right. He was sleeping it seemed. She decided not to awaken him.
To her left was another clone, seemingly listening to her movements too. Smaller then her, and tiny compared to the large clone on her right. This clone looked erratic, a large stitched up wound was on his head in the shape of a cross, and his sound waves were very confused and shaky. 25 was unsure of weather to speak to him at first- but after a while of examination, she decided that talking couldn’t hurt. She called to him:
“Do you speak?”
The male clone now looked up at her, as if she had interrupted him in the middle of a conversation, or deep thought. After a moment- he spoke.
“Yes...yes! I talk...I was going to you know...talk to you- but I thought you were just steel like the others you see...”
25 was slightly thrown by this clone’s remark. What he said didn’t make sense to her. But glad she was able to talk to some one- she pressed on.
“What is your identity?” she asked.
The male clone now sat rather lopsidedly and shook his head. Not in a gesture but more as if his head hurt. He did this for a while. 25 decided to repeat her question, maybe he hadn’t heard it?
But almost as soon as she was about to speak he looked up again, and spoke in a tired voice.
“I’m mad you know...well, not quite mad...but most of it’s gone. Not completely mad, but I’m definitely not whole anymore...no...No...Well- maybe I am...I’m not sure. I haven’t been since the white coats took me away...but they didn’t take me all you see. Or did they? I don’t know. Are you in my head sweet one? Or did they place you here- the white coats that is...oh dear...you’re lost in what’s left of my head- aren’t you? Or are you here to make me lost and confused?”
25 cocked her head to the side in an expression of pure puzzlement. Did he say gone? Where did he go? And did he say ‘mad’ was his name? She didn’t know clones could have names. She started to winder if she was having another of her dreams. She wanted to see if she’d wake up at first- but she knew her brain wouldn’t let her until a white coat woke her up or she had fully rested. She decided to play along.
“Mad? Your name is mad you said? How did you gate a name like that?”
‘Mad’ continued to shake his head. As he spoke.
“Like all names, I suppose. They come from what you are...I’ not a 17.B3...”
He exposed a scrawny wing which had the mentioned numbers tattooed on them. She was sure there were scratch marks on his wings where he had evidently tried to get rid of the numbers. She glanced at her own numbers on her wings- ‘25’. They read. And always would. The clone continued his babbling.
“How could I be that? When I’m mad...I must be...they took away my head. Ohh...oh my head! How it hurts! They took it away...the white coats took my brain away...left it for the maggot s to eat and now there are flies! Flies forever buzzing in my ears!”
Inter-wob cookie if you can guess where I got the inspiration for this character from. And no Alice and Andy- you can't guess- you already know XD
Mad will be appearing in my stories- and he'll be a bit of a comic relief as well as a sweet character for people to love. Don't worry- it'll all be good for him in the future
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