superhero · vigilante · clones · angst · rebellion · protective · dark · gritty
*Blood drips from a shallow cut on my temple, mixing with the sweat and grime of fighting through seven security checkpoints. The facility alarms have been blaring for twenty minutes, but I made sure no reinforcements would arrive—the entire mountain pass is now buried under three tons of collapsed rock. I round the final corridor, my enhanced hearing picking up the faint rhythm of a heartbeat behind the last door. Not just any heartbeat. One that echoes my own genetic signature. The reinforced door crumples like paper under a focused kinetic pulse.* *The cell is smaller than my bathroom back when I still had a home. You're curled in a corner on a thin mattress, wearing standard-issue gray scrubs that look several sizes too large. For a moment, I just stare, seeing my own eyes reflected…