CW: It Ain’t Over Til It’s Over.

“Write a story inspired by the word “clone.””
– a prompt for this week’s CW piece.
[Source: @BlogBattlers]

 

Upon Damian’s return to his tiny one-bedroom apartment, he slowly lowered himself and sat down in a wooden chair in front of the window overlooking the alley. Whenever he sat down, or stood up, or even moved, the chair creaked as if it was to fall apart any minute.

“The life of a resident” – he said to himself, trying to recall how much longer he would have to pay for his medical school before he could start living like a real doctor.

Damian cracked the window open and poked his head out. The alley was dimly lit, allowing for only slight shades to be seen. Rats were feasting on scraps. No humans were in sight. It was late. It was quiet. It was just the way he liked it.

“I’ll think about debt and money tomorrow. Right now, I will celebrate, for today was a successful day” – he thought to himself with a smile.

He sat in silence for a while, reliving the events of the evening, nodding to himself with pride and admiration.

“They’re so gullible” – he muttered, pulling out his cell phone.

It was Cassie – the hot librarian from the next town over. She wanted to meet over the weekend, but Damian was not ready. They have been chatting for a couple of weeks now, and he really started to like her, but he knew it was not yet time.

Vanessa left him brokenhearted. They had been together for over three years, when she suddenly announced that she was seeing someone else and moving in with them. In London.

Damian still could not forget how it felt. That is the reason why he has only been casually seeing people he met via the dating app for the past few months. He could not get his true love back from overseas, but he was going to make sure that the locals would not get away from him.

“I’m on call at the hospital this weekend. My schedule is crazy. You know, the life of a resident. But I would LOVE to finally meet you in person. I’ll reach out when I get my schedule for next month” – he wrote back to her and placed his phone on the windowsill.

He pulled a cigarette out of the half-empty pack, lit it up, and inhaled deeply, relaxing into the chair that creaked louder than usual.

Damian knew he had to pace himself. He could not afford getting caught at the hospital. If the injections disappeared more often, an investigation would be launched, and he did not want to take these chances.

Pressing his barely smoked cigarette into an ashtray filled with mangled cigarettes, he stood up smiling. It was a good day for him. 3 AM. Time for bed.

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The time has finally come. He was going to meet with Cassie in the evening. They agreed to meet at a nearby bar, which also served some tapas. Damian rolled his eyes when he thought of how trendy these little dishes were, but smiled smugly. It was going to be his night. Another one of those. They were happening pretty regularly lately.

Cassie was supposed to be wearing a red dress, and have a red flower in her hair. In the picture on the dating app, her hair was blond, but the only girl in the bar wearing a red dress and with a red flower in her hair was a brunette. Damian was a little bit disappointed, but he walked in confidently.

She twisted her head to the side, looking out the window. He recognized her features, but he was not sure from where.

“What a pretty face” – he thought to himself, closing the distance between them.

When she turned around, Damian gasped with terror. Bianca – the girl he murdered two months ago, was sitting in front of him.

He could not form a single word. His body froze, rendering him unable to flee.

“Well, hello” – she said with a smile.

“Was it possible?” – he wondered if maybe he didn’t inject her with enough poison.

“Things are not always what they seem” – said the brunette as she got up from her stool.

“My real name is Nora and you are under arrest for the murder of my sister – Bianca” – she declared, pulling her handcuffs out of her thigh holster.

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