I think I heard somewhere once that denial was a defense tactic, and once it was broken humans then need to find a new way to cope. Who ever said that was probably very smart, or at the least right. Because if they were wrong I probably wouldnt have been searched by Tony for a scar that I had apparently gotten at age four on my chin, or a weird birthmark on my shoulder.
But Alas they were not there because well, I was not quite a carbon copy. So I Wouldn't have any Of Clairissa's acquired marks. But never the less I was actually one of the first successful cloning experiments that Shield's ever done. So to be realized into the world I had to look pretty damn close.
We were in Fury's office. A plan beige walled timid little thing that almost screamed low budget principal. But yet it was still intimidating. I frowned slightly realizing that I probably haven't even really been to highschool so maybe I shouldn't make that reference. I looked up from the fingers that technically were never even mine and spoke softly.
"How old am I, actually..?"
The question came out a lot sadder sounder then I wanted but what ever. They shouldn't really be allowed to judge me right now anyway.
The director rubbed his stubble for a second then responded. "About six years old, give or take maybe a year."
My frowned deepened. But instead of letting my mind swim like before I had one more question to ask. "Why did you do this to me- I, I mean her?" I would have to get used to the idea of the sepret entity known as Clarissa Stark.
Before The Director could answer Tony cut in, I now noticed he was no longer sitting besides me, but pacing behind me. "Its because of the X Gene right?"
The bald man nodded. "Yes. Yes it was."
A/N: That was a lot faster then I thought it'd be, although short because I decided to mainly scrap most of that chapter. Anyways... I was wondering if any of you reading this are Betas that are willing to edit this story for me. If so just Pm me if your interested and we'll make it work.
-The Not So Hiatusing Hiatus