"Shadow Of A Name"
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Part One
"Her name is Catherine. His name is Eric.... and his name is Damian.
That is all they knew in the beginning. Far from what they know now, and even farther from the future. A simple name can change the course of history.
The great author Shakespeare himself wrote of girl. He gave her the name Juliet and bestowed upon her the brilliant gift of speech. When she once said, "What is in a name?", she did not fully know the extent of those words. For a name is our identity. The social aspects of life demand that each person be labeled and unique. Yet what really is in a name? That my friends, is a discovery that has yet to surface."
Catherine stared long and hard at the page she just wrote in her journal. She knew that eventually they would read it. They read everything. Her written poetry and philosophies reflect so much of what she feels inside. Who would believe that hand-written page was real?
Exhausted, Catherine slowly rose from the desk and retreated to her bed. Flinging herself down on the covers, she grabbed a pillow and punched it with all her might. "It isn't easy being me, ya know!" she shouted, releasing some of the tension cooped up inside. Catherine let out a mournful sigh and tucked her knees under her chin, wrapping her arms around her chilled legs. I guess I should get some sleep. They'll come again soon. They always come. The seventeen-year-old curled up under her blanket, waiting for the inevitable sunrise.
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The early morning light glistened and shined with brilliance, but to Catherine it seemed only a mournful reminder of what was to come. Maybe they'll tell me something today. Damian will tell me, I know he'll tell me.
Suddenly the huge steel door opened and a dark haired young man brought in a tray of assorted fruits and breads, setting it on her desk. Without a word Catherine ran to the tray and began devouring the meal at a furious rate. The deep, brown eyes of her silent companion watched her every move. "Catherine." a deep voice emerged from the man, "They're coming for you today in a few hours." Her mass consumption of food stopped abruptly at his words. "Damian, what's happening outside?" Catherine asked, overlooking his statement. "Is anything improving? Are there thousands of children running the streets?" her breath grew heavy with each question and her pulse quickened with every passing second. "Are there living, breathing people out there? Do families live in houses? Do people fall in love?" Catherine was standing up now, pacing and raging about the room, shouting at the top of her lungs. "Did they ever get out of this place? Will I ever get out of this place? Tell me dammit, tell me Damian!"
Realizing the attempt was futile, Catherine sank down in a heap on the floor, sobbing quietly. Damian kneeled down and reached out and touched her arm. "I cannot tell you. You know that I cannot. They are coming for you soon, it is best if you finish your breakfast." She looked up into her caretaker's face, and nodded slowly. Picking herself off the floor she made her way back to the desk and made a half-hearted attempt to finish her meal. "Damian.... how is Eric?" she asked, avoiding eye contact. He looked towards the small window in the corner and stared at the steel fence, the only visible thing through the glass frame. Slight annoyance was apparent on his face, and he did not wish to reveal it to her. "He's fine. Now I have some more things to attend to."
Catherine grabbed his sleeve gently to stop him. "Wait, Damian." He turned around and scanned the vision of a young woman full of spirit and fire, and let his eyes rest on hers. "Yes?" He said quietly. Catherine hesitated slightly before speaking. "How long have I been here in ADAM? How long is it now?"
Damian looked at his timekeeper and replied, "Three years, 21 days and 6 hours. I'll be back in the afternoon with your robes." And with that he retrieved the tray and exited the room, painfully bolting lock after lock on the heavy steel door. With one more glance at Catherine's cell, Damian reluctantly walked away.
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Time elapses so slowly here. The day ADAM was erected was the last day I saw the outside. Time for me seemed to slow each day. Only fourteen when they brought me here.... wow, I can't believe it's really been three years. I don't even remember how this moon was colonized. Sometimes late at night, I would look up at the stars and see all the planets and moons... and my home planet Tasnica in the distance. I can only faintly remember what life was like there before coming here. I feel so drained, so tired, so worn. It almost makes me laugh when I think of the promises made to me in the beginning. Help start a new colony, show the new ones how to do things.... a lot has changed. Living here has made me grow up so fast. My childhood is a blurry memory now. My father was a brilliant scientist, I remember how intrigued I was of by work. I wanted to follow him around everywhere, take in everything about science I could... and where did that lead me? Here, in a steel chamber with a bed and one two-by-two foot window! God, why do I exist?
I wonder where my father is now. Maybe he's dead...
Catherine was jolted out of her thoughts by the sound of her door being opened. Several men in black suits filtered into the room, led by a blonde lady wearing a white medical jacket. "Come on now, Catherine." she stated coldly, the look in her eyes that of a true professional at work. The number code "F11879" was blazed across the side of her neck, clearly indicating her station and origin. Catherine stood up and walked with the doctor, followed closely by her escorts.
She was led into a sterilized room, blankly white and stunningly clean. The doctor motioned for her to take a seat in the vinyl chair in the center of the room. Catherine's eyes wandered about, taking in the surroundings of the room she was now familiar with. Glass cabinets filled with medications, drugs, and clean test tubes lined every wall. Each one of her escorts filed in and the doctor closed the door.
I can't breathe in here. Too many memories...
The doctor observed Catherine's rapid breathing pattern and tried to get her attention. "Catherine!" she snapped, "I do not have time for your silly antics. You know why you're here. Let's get on with the examination."
Catherine stood silently and waited for the doctor to begin. Her head began to spin. The walls are closing in on me again.... it's too bright... I can't breathe... I can't breathe. "Calm down for goodness sake, girl! You're making it harder for yourself." The doctor was spitting nails now. "Every time we try to do this you give me a hard time. It's for your health that I give you this examination at all. You should be grateful to me!"
The doctor had now awakened the anger Catherine was holding back, and she let it stream out in torrents.
"Grateful? Grateful to you? For what? For keeping me inside this steel prison for three years to be bred like a dog?! Your kind never had a sense of human decency. Do you know what it's like to be kept in a box every moment of your life except when you're being forced to perform? It disgusts me to think of how you took something so sacred and bonding as sex between a man and a woman, and used it to the extent you have. How dare you use something designed for love between only two people as mating with several!"
"I will not have you speak that way to me, Catherine. Your life is in MY hands. I would advise you-"
"Damn your advice! How would you know what it is like to feel pain, anguish or love- YOU HAVE NO FEELINGS!"
"I have feelings, Catherine-"
"What feelings? You're a CLONE! You don't even have a SOUL!!!"
The doctor slapped Catherine across the face as two of the escorts grabbed her arms to prevent her from doing the same. "These kind of antics get you no where, dear." The doctor said calmly, with a bittersweet tone. Catherine looked up defiantly. "Fuck you!" again the doctor slapped her across the face. "No, that's what you do." she sneered in reply. The doctor straightened her jacket and gathered her examination tools. "Now I'll give you one last chance to co-operate, or I'll have you locked down for the breeding session." With that, Catherine resigned to her fate. She hated being locked down. The anger welled up inside of Catherine every time she saw the doctor, but she wasn't foolish. After making sure that Catherine was at the right time to conceive, the doctor dismissed her to her chamber. As she proceeded down the hallway to her cell, thoughts ran through her head as to who she would be with tonight.
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After Catherine had left the doctor remained in the room, putting away the instruments used and preparing those needed for her breeding. Her ears sensed the opening of the door, and she whirled around to see a gentleman entering. "Oh, it's you sir. I have another mating prepared for tonight, but I wanted to speak with you about the injection first."
"Very well, F11879. Brief me on the developments." he replied, the numbers on his own neck in plain sight.
"The other doctors in the lab have come up with another, faster way of speeding up the gestation period from the last injection. Instead of waiting for a child to be born in 9 months as is natural for humans, you recall the technology developed to cut the time to six months, right?"
"All experiments have been successful, yes."
"Well, we have been working on an even faster way to produce. I have in my hand a brand-new drug that cuts the time to three months. The dose is twice as strong. It hasn't been tested yet, but our development team is very confidant that it will work. I will use it on a female tonight."
"Our time is short. Use the new injection for now, but I want a faster one. The population of Adam's Keep is diminishing rapidly and civilian couples desire to have children to raise."
"I understand, sir. We have faced the problem that we cannot produce offspring ourselves. I will use any new method possible to speed up production."
"Good."
"Sir... one more thing. Have you heard anything from Hoplite headquarters about bringing in more human scientists for our lab work?"
"You know that they have cut off all communication and transportation to us, F11879. The human agents there abandoned us and the colony. The only chance of keeping Adam's Keep populated is producing human children. Why do you even bother asking anymore?"
"Sir, I only thought-"
"Your thinking should be focused on your breeding program, not our business problems. Now... you will inform me of the effects of the new drug as soon as possible? "
"Of course, sir. The particular female we are working with tonight has good amount of spirit in her. I have little doubt that the injection will fail to fulfill it's purpose."
"Very well, I shall await your report. Back to your work, doctor."
The gentleman left the room quickly. As she filled a syringe with milky-colored fluid, the doctor couldn't help but smile. Her work would give every cloned couple a child of their own, enough to replace the diminishing amount of civilians in Adam's Keep. She began sterilizing several instruments to be used in Catherine's mating. Though her hands were busy, her thoughts wandered back to the statements of her superior. She grimaced at the memory of how Adam's Keep had come into existence.
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The colonized moon of Tasnica was isolated and owned by the Hoplite. The company secretly had sent several genetic scientists there to test their new technology of cloning human beings. A test laboratory was built, code named ADAM. No one who remains there today really knows the meaning behind the name.
A colony was built for the new clones, one that would simulate a small civilian city. Because the ADAM laboratory building was in the center of the colony, the city was nicknamed "Adam's Keep".
While the experimentation was successful, it was only in part. For a clone had the disadvantage of not reproducing. Another problem the scientists faced was the process of cloning itself. Cloning one person actually took apart of the human it was cloned from, in terms of life years. So, when the first set of clones were produced, doctors decided to try cloning the clones themselves. However, with each "generation" of clones, the lifespan decreased by five years. The last generation produced will live to be only about thirty years of age.
When Hoplite executives were informed of the situation, they pulled all funding and transportation from the project and abandoned the scientists involved, for the sake of secrecy. As angered as they were at the betrayal of the company, the doctors decided to continue their work, but used themselves as the original cloning material. As more brilliant minds emerged from the chambers of ADAM, the clones rose in population and overtook the operation completely. However, most of the original creators of the technology had it destroyed when the uprising of the clones took place. Since they all wished to thrive in their new colony, the clones formed leadership positions and mandated that all human life be used for population reproduction. Now the ADAM lab is used for breeding purposes.
Clones have a number system to identify each other with. Names were only given to human beings to show a distinct difference of birth.
The doctor recalled much of the distant past, and more of the present. As Chief Medical Officer, she would lead the breeding program to success or watch the extinction of Adam's Keep come to pass. There was no other option.
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Catherine lay resting on the bed, her head propped up by firm pillows. The light in her room starting to dim, she became lost in her thoughts.
I wonder if I'll be locked down anyway tonight. What is the point of insolence? It never works. It only causes one more pain and suffering then needed. God, Catherine- sometimes it's incredible how foolish you can be.
Gently the door creaked open. It was Damian. "Hello, Catherine." The words were all too familiar. He shut the door behind him and laid a silky, dark blue robe on her chair. The garment was trimmed in white with a matching cotton sash for securing it. It was used only for temporarily covering a human before and after breeding. As Damian bent over the desk to pick up her journal, the mark of his own creation became clearly visible. "You have written more in here. Anything recent?" he inquired, showing the eagerness of his age- a strapping twenty-two. Catherine's eyes snapped to attention at the mention of her journal. "This morning. I haven't finished yet..... may I please have it a little while longer?" Her eyes pleaded with him for a thing so small, but of great worth. Damian studied the youthful beauty every chance he got. It was funny how he noticed something new every time he looked. Just the way her hair fell on her shoulders....
He must have not answered for a while, because Catherine asked again. "Please.... don't take it from me yet." she begged. Damian smiled gently and replied, "I'll see what I can do. I have no control over my superiors, but I promise I'll try."
Satisfied with his answer, Catherine nodded her thanks. "That is why I gave you a name. You are kinder then the others." Damian touched his neck, almost as a reflex to hide his identity. "It honors me, in a way. Although everyone else considers a name only fit for humans, it pleases me to be regarded on more.... friendly terms with you." Pleased is an understatement, Damian thought to himself. Taking a deep breath, he set his mind on the task set before him. "Now, we must get you ready. Here is your robe. I shall be back in a few minutes." Journal in hand, he exited the room.
Strolling briskly through the hallway he climbed a small stairway set just a few paces on the right. Upon reaching the top, Damian entered a massive room with monitoring equipment stationed on every wall, with two men suited in blue manning each board of controls. The room was originally built to monitor the progress and growth cycle of each newborn clone. Now the station is used for monitoring human breeding stock. A large control booth stood in the middle of the room, black in color with the words "Chief Monitor" blazed across one side. A man sat in a chair housed within the large desk. Damian strode purposefully up to the booth. "Excuse me sir, I have a request." Turning his head to acknowledge the presence of the young officer, the Chief carefully responded. "Granting them is something I rarely do, but you may proceed." Damian took a breath. "The female, Catherine, wishes to extend the amount of time allowed to keep her journal. I respectfully request that she be allowed to have it an additional week." The Chief paused a minute before responding. "I don't know, M11666." Damian stiffened at the mention of his true identity. "I need to have each journal to gain access to their thoughts. It is a vital part of our monitoring system." "Sir, I will personally guarantee that book will be in your hands in a week sharp." Damian replied. The Chief smiled. "Alright officer, I'll give her slack because I know she's due for a mating session tonight. Might write some interesting stuff in the next week. Makes for good reading." The gruff man obviously had no skill for tact, but Damian quickly put that behind him. "Thank you, sir."
Upon reaching Catherine's room, Damian opened the door and set the journal back on her desk. Just then he caught sight of her by the window, gazing up into the night sky. God, when did she get that beautiful? The recent years have taken their toll on her emotionally, but physically to the young officer she was something to look at. With the robe draped around her soft yet strong body, she had the aura of a woman filled with fiery passion. Damian couldn't help but wish briefly that he was the one to be with her tonight.
Taking notice of his presence, Catherine slowly came over to where he was standing. His eyes followed her every move. Damian was tempted to give in to an impulse, but quickly decided against it. "You may keep the journal for another week." He finally managed to say. She was within touching distance now, and his attraction for her was incredibly strong. "Thank you." She smiled weakly. He gathered his thoughts and brought them to the present. "Alright, well.... I'll see you later." Turning to leave, Damian inwardly cursed. Why can't I break the barrier? Damn the system! God, what I'd give to spend one night with her, just one night. As he returned to his post, Damian passed her escorts in the hall. Just for once he wanted to be the one..... and he knew that that would never happen.
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It had only been seven months since her last time. Since then she had a healthy baby, but never saw it. The child was taken away from her as soon as it was born. She has had three children, but never knew a one.
The female doctor entered the room with the familiar, husky escorts. "Come along now." the doctor impatiently said. Catherine stepped forward, reluctantly as always, and was immediately surrounded by men on every side. As they made their way down the corridor, Catherine ventured out to speak. "What is this man's name?" she quietly inquired, secretly fuming at having to ask. "We've decided to use Eric again for you." Catherine's ears listened with interest at the mention of her former partner's name. The doctor continued. "The child you produced with him was of better quality then the others. We'll see if I can get another good one out of you." The very words disgusted Catherine. To refer to a living, breathing human being as a product of good or bad quality was an abomination to her ears. She has been isolated from all other human contact, male or female. It is of the doctor's opinion that it heightens the senses when finally in the presence of a human of the opposite sex, therefore ensuring a better "mating".
All too soon they arrived at an enclosed room with nothing inside, except a large imprisonment device in the corner. A brown-haired young man stood on one side of the room wearing a robe identical to hers. Catherine swallowed hard. This room always makes me feel ill. The butterflies always return, no matter how many times I've been through this before. The doctor approached Catherine and spoke only briefly. "I've decided not to lock you down. You can show your gratefulness by making this go by smoothly. Do as you wish, I'll be watching." With that, the door flew shut- locked.
"Hello Catherine." came the voice from across the room. She slowly turned her head towards the sound. "Hello Eric. Apparently we pleased her last time." she replied half-jokingly. Suddenly she became somber. "I narrowly escaped being caught in that pain trap again." She said, indicating the device. "I know, I heard." Eric replied. There was definite silence between them for a moment, and it was awkward. Finally they began approaching each other. "Alright then, let's give them what they want." He said. Catherine nodded.
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Part Two
Damian waited inside of Catherine's room for her to return. Thoughts flew wildly inside of his mind. He despised everyone who got to hold her, touch her, or physically join with her when he had to keep his distance. Human-clone relationships weren't forbidden, but they weren't looked upon favorably either. To clones, any human represented the race that abandoned them. Although they are needed for the population's survival, humans are considered lower then clones. Damian knew that if he got involved with Catherine, he could be removed from his station and never come near her again. His infatuation was laced with frustration and unspoken desires. Weighing the odds, he had very little chance with her.
Dripping with sweat, Catherine finally was escorted back to her cell. As she passed through the door, the doctor approached. "Good girl." she said, with an incredible amount of venom. Reaching into the medical bag in her hand, she pulled out a small needle filled with the new drug and gave Catherine a dose of it. Catherine squirmed at the sight. "I hate needles." was the only thing she managed to get out during the process. Ignoring the remark, the doctor finished quickly and sent the escorts out the door before following. Smiling as if to mock her, the doctor turned around as she stepped out of the cell. "Take care of yourself now. I'll be back in a few days." she said in a sickeningly sweet voice. Catherine breathed a sigh of frustration and leaned against the door as it closed.
Witnessing the entire dilemma, Damian still stood next to Catherine's bed in a silent stare. Observing her exhaustion, he took Catherine over to the bed and laid her down. The moment her head hit the pillow she fell asleep. Damian sat on the edge of the mattress, gazing intently at her. I want this. I want this more then anything I ever have before. Remembering that the room was monitored, he didn't dare touch her. He just let his eyes take in every inch of her body, lust filling his heart as each second went by. I want to feel her. I want to touch her. I want us to experience ecstasy...
Suddenly he heard a commotion in the hallway. Turning his head quickly, he rose from Catherine's bed and walked over to the cell door and opened it a crack. Several escorts surrounded a man, with the doctor to his left. They appeared to be deep in conversation. Overhearing part of it, he instantly recognized one of the voices as Eric's. ".....no, of course not. I like her. I like her a lot." came the masculine voice. The doctor replied in a hushed tone. "That doesn't matter to me. All that I am interested in is you giving me want I need. Now if I get another successful product out of you two, I might just mate you with her again...." the conversation then became too quiet to hear. Damian's jaws clenched with jealousy. The mere thought of Eric holding her in his arms again infuriated the officer.
Cautiously shutting the door, he turned his attention again to the sleeping girl. Quietly approaching the bed, Damian again fell deep into thought. How is it that Eric... that swine... how can he experience the pleasure of making love to her? I'm the one that really cares for her. He sat on the edge of the bed again, admiring her beauty. He discreetly touched her stomach, so as not to arouse the monitors. Damian's eyes filled with desire for Catherine. His attraction for her had grown to obsession.... he was no longer content to remain at a distance. As he retracted his hand, something became very clear to him. Damian rose slowly, his eyes still glued to her beautiful form. All things will come to pass.... I will be satisfied. Purposefully stepping towards the cell door, he turned around to look at Catherine once more before closing it. Once in the hallway, Damian strode with determination. He knew where he was going.
The young officer had a game plan in his mind as he mounted the stairs at a steady rate. Gleaming with purpose, Damian casually walked up behind one of the monitors on shift. "Hello M11666. Can I help you with something?" came the automatic response to Damian's presence. Without so much as twitching a muscle, he replied confidently. "I need you to do a favor for me. Check on the male in cell #22, I've been having problems with him cooperating lately, and I'm dead tired from my work. Don't worry, I'll watch the monitors while you're gone." His fellow officer agreed to the terms without question and started downstairs. Realizing his time was limited, Damian set right to work finding the wire that connected the screen to Catherine's cell. He tried not to alert the other monitors of his intentions. Fingering his way behind the control panel, he unplugged the wire from her screen and quickly inserted it in another outlet. Her image flipped off and Damian quickly inserted it inside another to keep the others from noticing a blank one and getting suspicious. Immediately a duplicate image of the next cell was replaced in her screen. Satisfied he had pulled off what he came to do, Damian sat back in the chair and waited for the officer to return to his post. Now no one could monitor what would happen inside her room. In a matter of minutes the young man returned. Damian rose from the chair, ready to depart. "Thanks for helping me out." "No problem." With that he was on his way, retracing his steps back to Catherine's cell. Now it's my turn. He thought. It's finally my turn...
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He carefully re-entered the cell. Now completely confidant they weren't being watched, Damian slowly approached Catherine. She was a feast for his eyes, lying in peaceful slumber. The fire inside of him burned fiercely to be with her... no man alive could stop him now.
Bending down beside her, Damian slowly lowered his face to hers, kissing Catherine with intense passion. Startled by the touch, Catherine awoke with a start, quickly retracting from him. "Damian, what.... what are you doing?" she asked of him, completely taken aback. "You have such a beautiful name, Catherine." Damian replied calmly. "You must have loved me if you gave me one." Catherine shook nervously as he ran his fingers through her hair. "What are you talking about...Damian?" He held a finger up to her lips, his eyes filled with desire.
"I love you Catherine. Every morning, every afternoon, every night... I watch you. You're so beautiful, so wild. All I ever wanted was to lie with you. Show you how much I want you, and have you love me back..." he brought his face close to kiss her again, but she moved away. "You don't know what love is, Damian. You may have feelings, but your kind is void of a soul. You... can't love. And I... I don't feel that way about you." Damian backed away, insulted. "I've confessed my love for you, Catherine. How can you reject me?" his demeanor suddenly changed to anger. He grasped her wrists tightly as he went on raging. "I've wanted you for so long. Day after day, year after year I've watched you go to be with other men of your kind who get to hold you, touch you. Just for once I wanted to be the one to mate with you!" his voice was raising dramatically with every breath. "Why can't you understand that? Why don't you want to be with me?!" Catherine cried out in pain at being held so strongly. Damian let go and turned his head as if to look through the door.
As he looked back at her, intense hatred flooded his mind. "Is it Eric?" he asked, staring at Catherine with crazed jealousy. She looked down, avoiding eye contact. The officer was now on a rampage. "That goddam piece of dirt.... so you love HIM? IS THAT IT?!!" he shouted. She shrank back in the covers. Damian didn't need to hear her answer. He suddenly realized he could never have Catherine. The anger welling up inside of him could stay trapped no longer and burst out in a blaze of fury. Yanking her out of bed, Damian tightly gripped her arms. Hatred replaced the look in his eyes where love had once been. "You filthy bitch! You humans are the lowest living trash on this colony... and you think you are ABOVE ME?!" he shook her hard and violently threw her down on the floor. Catherine fought back tears as she tried to get up. "Damian, stop...... please." He soundly slapped her across the mouth. "Dirt doesn't have the right to speak! And 'Damian' is a name you will never utter again!"
Damian's eyes suddenly filled with a demonic glow. "He won't be able to handle the guilt...." he said, an eerie calmness pouring over him as he became deep in thought. Catherine shook, every ounce of her being recalling only one thing...... A simple name can change the course of history. Funny thing is... this time there is no name. Oh God help me... Damian grabbed her by her waist and threw her on the bed, climbing on after. "Revenge will be so much sweeter this way." he remarked, pinning her down. Catherine struggled to free his iron grip, but to avail. Frozen with fear, her mind whirled around like a spinning top. "No, Damian. I.... I love you." she burst out, trying to get loose. The smile that formed on his face was to only to mock her. "It's too late now..." he hissed in her ear. Catherine tried one last time to get free, but it seemed that his strength only increased with each struggle. "You aren't worth it, you bitch. It's my time to be given SATISFACTION!!!" and with that last statement, he put both of his hands around Catherine's beautiful neck and squeezed. Gasping for air, her face slowly turned purple as Damian gripped tighter and tighter, cutting off every ounce of precious air from her lungs. As he watched the life drain from her body, his strength grew enormously at the sight. He felt the power surging through his body, fatally choking the woman in his hands. He gave her one last hard squeeze..... then death was apparent on her face.
He finally released his grip on Catherine when he felt her go limp in his hands. Damian looked down at what he had done and laughed softly at first, then louder- possessed by his own evil. His obsession with her had driven him to insanity. With the realization of what was left to do, he picked up her lifeless body and headed out of her cell. Now I'll finish taking out the trash.
With Catherine's body slumped over one powerful shoulder, Damian headed straight for Eric's cell. The door was open and no one was inside. Since the monitors never watch empty cells, he strode into the room and dumped her body on Eric's bed. With one last glance at the woman he once cared for, Damian kicked her over, disgusted by the sight. "From dust you were made, and dust you shall return." The deed was done.
As Damian reached the end of the hall, he spotted Eric out of the corner of his eye and leaned against the wall, arms folded in wait. The doctor and his escorts were with him, returning the young man to his cell from an examination.
As Eric entered the room he froze in horror and shock at what he saw. The doctor immediately flew past him, checking to see if she was still alive. The room seemed a blur to Eric now, the sight of Catherine's dead body was more then he could stand.
Stepping outside of his chamber, Eric turned his head to see Damian... with a smirk of accomplishment on his face. Eric stared in silent knowledge at the killer he knew to be hers. His revenge made complete, Damian strolled down the hallway...
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Her name was Catherine,
His name was Eric,
And his name was Damian.
That is all they knew in the beginning. Far from what they know now, and even farther from the future...
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THE END
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