Chapter 1

(November 21, present day)

I must be dreaming. That’s what I kept telling myself, trying to believe in that false truth. The real truth is that I am strapped down onto a movable bed, the kind from a hospital. Leather straps bound my legs, waist, chest and both wrists. I tried to break free from the straps. They held, whipping me back down painfully.

Wincing from the pain, I glanced at my surrounding. I was laid in the middle of a hallway with walls painted red from bloody hands. The floor was littered with dismembered body parts. Decaying and fresh corpses filled the hall with a gagging odor. Bare light bulbs flicked in a yellowish tone briefly reminding me of horror movie victims sentenced to death. I lifted my head to see what was in front of me, but double swinging doors blocked my view.

"Christ," I whispered," Where am I?"

The sound of a door closing startled me and a pair of hands pushed me through the doors into an identical corridor. I looked up to see a man pushing me. His features were distorted by grotesque scars, which were clearly seen particularly on his baldhead. A white mask covered both his mouth and nose, like those a surgeon would wear. But his most peculiar feature was his eyes, one was pure white the other coal black.

"Hey!" I yelled at him, "Where are you taking me?"

No response. He just kept on pushing, not even seeming to notice me. That ticked me off, so I screamed, "HEY! I said 'Where are-"

A blood curling cry cut me off. I quickly looked up and saw open doors to rooms on both sides of the hallway. I caught glimpses of horrific scenes. Exact replicas of the man pushing me were operating over a table where men, women and children were strapped down like I was. The source of the screaming came from a woman cut open by the clone in a Y-shaped incision. I nearly vomited on myself. I’ve seen some messed up murder scenes before, but that was nothing compared to see it happen live before your eyes.

A few other rooms had the same scene. Men had green slime injected into them that produced violent shakes and screams. While children had bolts beings screwed into her head. Sedative were nowhere to be found and every one of them looked very much alive and in agonizing pain.

The clones didn't even seem to hear the screams nor showed emotions for that matter. They just worked on the bodies taking out an occasional organ, placing them on a tray. A few took notes of the reactions. One just screwed the bolts in tighter. If this was a hospital it was a screwed up one. Instead of sick patents, they had perfectly healthy ones and instead of saving, they were killing them.

Suddenly the straps felt tighter, stopping my breath. I tugged at the straps again but with much more violent force than before, feeling the leather digging into my skin of my wrists. I felt the restraints give away a little, but then a hand struck me down. The ‘doctor’ smacked me in the stomach, knocking the air out of me. Gasping for air I somehow managed to scream, "What the hell are you going to do with me!"

He gave no emotion, not even so much as a twitch from him. Oh crap, I thought, he's going to rip me open, inject me with some drug, screw in bolts, or worse… I have to leave this place.

But the question is how did I get here? All I can remember was the day before.

You already know what I think on this! =]

I'm so happy you posted!!

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Can't wait for more!

Glad you posted! Well written, but...eh. Maybe I shouldn't have read that with a pounding headache on Christmas Eve morning. Hmmm that was definitely grotesque and macabre, and...disturbing. *runs off to re-read FF so that she has happy David dreams tonight*

Still, glad you're writing!

Well, anyone who knows me already knows that I'm twisted, so... it was dripping with terror and anxiety and just enough horror to really stop you in your tracks. I know from the title that there must be so much more to this than just the initial vision, so I'm ready and willing to see where you go with it. Good Job!

Welcome to our little home away from home and I'm so glad you've posted.

(Just a little suggestion, really - and one I have to do CONSTANTLY myself - but... just run it through a spell-check before posting. It will make the finished piece flow even better. )

I would but my laptop doesn't have Word

I would've helped with the spell-check, but I couldn't get on...

Dude, I was shaking in my seat. That was....dude. Wow, Nick... I'm completely surprised. Great job, I can't wait for the next chapter!!

Hey guys, Merry Christmas to all and thank you for the comments.

Right now I am trying to work out a weekly schedule (I know I cant spell right now, I'm kind of sick *cough*) and I need two favors.

A. Someone to proof-read my chapter and tell me where strong/weak points are

B. Someone to spell check it for me

If anyone would be willing to (can be the same person), I really apperciate it.

P.S. Hopefully each chapter will be released each Monday, depending on my timing (latly its been really off :/)

Nick, you know I can help!

If you need help, just PM me again!

And I just spellcheck the story...I didn't think I made that many mistakes...well enjoy that while I work on the next chapter

Sorry it took so long for this to come up but I have been sick, but now I am mostly cure. So enjoy!


Chapter 1.5


"You have 15 minutes. Tick tock."

I need to go faster.

"Matt!"

Why are there so many things in my way?

"Dad..."

Why is my breath leaving me?

"Dad, help us!"

November 20 (the day before)

I woke up in a cold sweat. "Shit," I gasped for air. Sitting up I glanced to the clock on my nightstand, 4:30 A.M. I collapsed onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Every single year I always have that dream, and every time I wake up in a cold sweat. I need to get a grip; it’s been seven years for Christ sake. Seven years without Lauren or Alex.

I continued to lie there for a minute or so to adjust my eyes. Then sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, feet touched the bare wooden floor. Standing up I realized that I had only black sweatpants on. Even though it’s cold as Alaska in my apartment I can never seem to sleep with my shirt on, I need to fix that just in case the heater breaks down during the winter. I took a step forward only to land on something sharp.

“OW!” I bit my lip in order to muffle the pain. I heard shifting and a murmur of complaint in the living room, then it grew silent again. Looking down to the ground I found the suspect, my police badge. I couldn’t lose this again or else the chief would wring me out. Although it shouldn’t be too hard to lose it in this mess I call my room. I haven’t bothered to clean it in ages and the badge was probably a reminder to do it soon. Sighing, I picked it up and tossed it onto my bed. Careful not to step on anything again, I crept to my mirror to check on my reflection.

Even in the dark you could see the bags under my eyes. Wiping my eyes, I felt the crust crumpled away. My hair was sticking up in every single direction due to my tossing and turning from the nightmare. After a failed attempt to tame it, I rubbed the stubble on my face.

A small beard was forming from not shaving for four days straight; the chief will kill me if I don't shave today. He always has a strict policy of being cleaned shaved while being on duty. He says that a clean face gets the ladies and keeps you happy. According to my partner, I could get any girl I wanted even if I looked like ZZ Top. But I haven’t been on a single date recently, not since seven years ago…

I sighed and tiptoed out of my door to the hallway connecting my room to the bathroom and living room. The hall's height is about nine feet, a foot under the ceiling was a pull up bar I installed about 6 years ago. Leaping, I caught the bar and started doing pull-ups at a steady, fast pace. I felt my biceps flex every time I pulled up, barely feeling the effort behind it.

When I reached twenty-five, I curled my body up into a ball, flipped myself upside down and slipped my legs through the bar. Careful not to swing myself and ruin the exercise, I slowly lifted my upper body to my knees pausing for three counts then just as slowly back down. With no time to rest I swung back, almost touching my back to my feet holding there for another three counts. Breathing out on the way up and in when going down, I kept a steady rhythm. I remember there was a time I couldn’t even do one, yet that felt like ages ago. I went all the way to 70 when a voice shot through my head.

"Dad, help us!"

My legs slipped as I gasped. Shit, I thought as I reached out to the ground to catch myself. My body was six inches parallel to the ground when I did, with my hands below my chest. Sweat dripped on the ground, but not all of it was from the work out.

I need to get a grip, I thought to myself lifting my body into a straight handstand. Then started on push-ups from that position. My breath was trying to stay steady but the voice stole most of it. Damn, I'm too spooked to even finish this. So on the fifteenth one I pushed as hard as I could, throwing myself about a foot into the air then landing on the balls of my feet.

I scrambled to the bathroom, let the cold water spill into the closed sink, and dunked my head into it. The freezing water stabbed my face like sewing needles. If the near-cracking-of-my-skull fall didn't wake me up before, this did. I raised my head to look at my reflection, seeing my hair was plastered to my head.

I let the water go and realized I had a bad taste in my mouth. I grabbed my toothbrush, and started brushing me teeth. After gurgling water and spitting it out, I took the towel and dried off my face and hair. Now my hair was more obedient with the direction I led it to, comb down with a little messiness on the edges. Satisfied with what I saw, I tossed the towel in the dirty pile and went back to my room.

While on the way to my drawer to find a shirt, I also grabbed a pair of clean socks and my running shoes. After I found a black muscle shirt and dressed out, I started to the front door. I paused to see my partner/roommate Claire passed out on the couch, arms and legs spread out all over the place.

Normally I object to rooming with a girl because of my deceased wife, but the chief's policy says that single partners must live together. I feel that he is trying help me out by hooking us up, but I’m not really interested in a relationship.

I'm not saying that I am not attracted to her on the contrary I think she is quite beautiful. Icing blue eyes that pierced your soul, golden hair that rested upon her shoulder, athletic but still curvy body, perfect lips that you could kiss…

I shook my head and jogged back to my room for a blanket. Careful not to wake her, I laid it on top of her. She curled up in the blanket the moment it touched her. I heard a murmur about me and then she was peaceful again. I gave a small smile, and then walked towards the door.

Unlocking the deadbolt, I opened the door to be welcomed by autumn wind. Goosebumps formed and I gave a little shiver to warm my body up. It probably wasn’t the best idea to jog in 49-degree weather in a muscle shirt. Then again I never listened to the best ideas, Claire figured that out years ago. The way I see it if fight the cold sooner or later I’ll get used to it.

“Sweet dreams Claire,” I whispered, closing the door behind me.

Hm....Interesting....

Good interesting?

Indeed! Sorry, I was busy... But you already knew that...

Anyway, the only thing I can complain about is the way he describes himself. Nobody goes around thinking, "Well, I'm six-foot-two, tall, dark, and handsome, very muscular, and I can get any girl I want." You have to ease the descriptions into the story, and not make it seem overbearing.

Just some concrit!

He's trying to put his mind at ease, guess I didn't clarify enough...Update coming soon though

^...Put him self at ease? Um...sorry for seeming forward, but how would commenting on his appearance make him calm?

"Why yes, I'm sexy, that makes me feel better about myself."

Nobody thinks that.

Nick, I'm not trying to make fun, I'm just trying to make this seem logical.

...never mind btw I made minor adjustmens to chapter 1.5

A/N: Finally after blood, sweat, tears, and snot, I updated! Thanks to Melanie and Noreen (for betaing on me and for being patient while I was sneezing my brains out instead of updating) and to 22 songs of Underoath and to Sweeney Todd (for giving inspiration when I had writer's block). Read, vomit, then comment. Rated M for language, violence and gore.

Chapter 2

(November 21, present day)

He left me laying here in this hospital room. No, scratch that, this torture chamber. I can see scalpels, drills, nails, and many other tools. The 'clone' dropped me off here and left the room closing the door behind him.

There is no way I'm staying here when he returns. Tensing up my body, I pulled with all the strength within me, feeling the straps giving in little by little. "Come on, come on," I strained under the pressure. But of course the straps snapped me back, throwing my body back to the bed.

No, this can't be happening! I tried to relax so my body can rest for another shot, but fear kept me from doing so. Is this the end? No, this can't be it. Someone help me!

At that moment I heard two things at once: footsteps, which probably belonged to the clone, and a dying scream of a women, sounding a lot like the one I saw earlier. Adrenaline was already pumping in me, but not this intense. I could literally see my eyes pulse from how hard my heart was pumping. This is what I needed!

I yanked my whole upper body with such force that the leather straps resisted for only a half a second before snapping off. Yes! I'm finally free, I celebrated briefly before unstrapping my lower half. Then swinging my legs over I leaped off the bed, and searched my pockets. They took my wallet and phone in my jeans, my mini flashlight in my brown leather jacket, and my 9 mm magnum plus the holster for it. "Damn, they pick-pocketed me," I murmured under my breath.

Only then I noticed that the footsteps and screaming stopped. I slowly turned around and saw the clone standing in the doorway, staring at me with a wireless circular saw in his hands. I held my hands up calmly saying, "Look, I'm sure we can come to an understanding and-"

He cut me off by powering up the saw. OK, that conversation is going no where. The room is about 15 by 15 feet with me right in the middle of it and him blocking the only exit. I have no weapons that compared to the power saw he held. I am royally fucked.

He shut the door behind him and advanced toward me with no hurry seeing on how I had no way of winning. So I did the only thing that popped in my head... I charged at him. There was no surprised look on his face, I really don't think he can actually show emotions, but only lowered the blade at me. I changed direction from forward to up as I leaped and used his chest to flip backward as he fell down.

Landing on my feet then collapsing my legs to a crouching position to absorb the shock of the landing, I glanced up and saw the clone on his back with the power tool still in his hand. He was also starting to get back on his feet, and there was no way I was going to let that happen.

Pushing with both feet, I shot toward him and lashed out my left leg to kick him square in the head. Sitting up, he tried to use the saw to cut off my leg but I was too quick for him. Instead of kicking him with me left leg, I pivot it to the ground, and using all of my force, I kicked out my right foot hitting him right in his temple. His head snapped almost instantly and he went limp on the ground, letting go of the saw in his hand.

The momentum made spun me around once and when I was upright I stared at the corpse on the ground. I really didn't want to kill him but he left me no choice. Come to think of it did I really kick that hard? I guess adrenaline was still pumping in me even though I can't feel it now.

I stepped over him and took the saw next to him. I powered it up to test it but the battery died after three seconds. What the hell? Why did he bring a nearly dead saw to cut me up? Well, nothing in this hospital makes sense anyways.

Grunting in frustration, I discarded the useless saw and turn to the table with the torture tools on it. There was a power cutter, but after trying the dead saw I decided to ignore it. The scalpels are too small to do major damage and the drill was a useless weapon. I heard something move behind me, but I was to busy with looking for something to fight with to bother to look.

Then something caught my eye, a silver stake. It was about a foot and a half long but really wide, about six inches wide at the base, making it more like a triangle. I tapped the edge and realized it was really sharp. Yes, now that I found a weapon I can-

Snap! The sound of a bone being popped back to place came from behind me. There is no way in hell, it can't be. I slowly turned my head around but a pair of arms wrapped around my chest and started squeezing with unbelievable strength. Dropping the stake I screamed. This strength is inhuman. I then realized that he is shorter than me by a few inches, so I planted my feet down and pumped my legs forward. But he stopped me after two steps and squeezed even harder.

The pain was unbearable and I can feel my ribs were on the verge of breaking. I have to get him off of me, so I planted my feet down again but instead of forward I pushed with everything I had going up while leaning back. I shot up while he still stood up right. I reached out my foot to the ceiling, but it stopped inches from the ceiling. And then I started to go right back down.

"Oh no you don't!" I clenched my teeth as I threw my head back right into the clone's face. His head went back as his balance went too. My feet reached and planted on the lines between tiles of the ceiling as he used me to stay up right. We were like that for a fraction of a second before I readied my legs. There was a 1% chance that that the stake landed upright, but right now I'll take any chances.

"Stay dead!" I screamed as I pushed from the ceiling straight to ground, going down with him. He landed first with a satisfying sound of a metallic stake going through his stomach. I landed with my shoulder on his chest and I quickly swung my legs back to do a backward roll. When I land back on my feet, I saw what had happened.

I am a lucky man, given my situation because if I hadn't fell backward when I did I would've been in on the shish kebab. The stake was still a good foot sticking out of him. Sighing in relief, I noticed that he didn't have blood but green slime instead. He’s not human? Well I guess from the whole look-at-me-I-can-pop-my-neck-back-in-place situation he wasn't, but still it’s a little freaky.

I still have to get out of here before the other clones decide to come and check out what all the commotion was. Leaping over the bed that stood between me and freedom, I reached out for the doorknob when I heard movement behind me. Movement sounding a lot like a sword being pulled out of a body or a man getting up from the ground while taking out a stake from his stomach.

I spun around and saw that him trying to get up. No way, can this guy die? I didn't even think, I just sprinted to the table. Using the table as a jump-start, I leaped in the air to right above him. I hit the ceiling, ignored the pain and curled my right leg up while letting gravity take me down. Breaking the free running law of always landing on the balls of your feet, I kicked my right heel down to strike his head.

I received a crunching sound of the skull in return, but the momentum tried to carry me straight to the stake. So I jumped, flipped over the danger and rolled to the end of the room, landing on my side facing the wall. I flipped over to only see his feet and stake sticking out of him and not his face. I lay there, waiting for him to move.

A minute passed, nothing. Then two minutes passed but he did not move. After five minutes of staring at him, I slowly rose to my feet keeping my eyes on him. I crept closer to him to see the damage.

His face literally caved in on his head, his eyes were bleeding of the green slime, the mask he was wearing was stained with green from that stuff, and his left eye, which was black, was now completely white. It almost seems like it’s telling me that he died, like it was his power indicator. I blew out a sigh of relief, "You're finally dead."

So that’s how you kill them, just crush their head. I glanced at the table for something that could help me, but nothing there could smash heads, just things to cut or stab. And I saw how much help that was. I cursed under my breath then glanced at the corpse on the ground. Not much to stick around for so I jogged to the door.

Taking a deep breath, I grasped the doorknob. "Here we go," I whispered as I turned it, unprepared for whatever was waiting for me.

Action sequences make me smile =]

I loved that the clone thing wouldn't die and he had to keep finding new ways to kick its ass.

Now that its dead....its a one down, however the hell many more are out there kind of thing


can't wait for more!

Good! I thought I did bad at the fight scene, whew *wipes sweat off brows*

Now Matt needs to find a way to kill them faster, just in case... you thought I would give that detail out huh?

He is dead but the clones are not the only thing that lurks around the 'hospital'...mwuhahahahaha

And more will be on the way...hopefully soon!

Question, what other websites are to post this story on? cuase I'm not getting comments on here *cough cough* lol jk! I know this is a DC website and this story is original so I am looking for somewhere to post so this story can posper.

I AM BACK... finally

Well, my computer kind of blew up on me and my laptop's power cord got fried so I was in the dark ages for a while but, as i said, I'm back! (fanfare music and confetti) so rumors about my death are just a little exaggerated.

Anyways, I don't know whether or not to continue with M.O.P.H.or work on other projects...so you decide. I'll give you some time to say if you want me to keep going with this or not and in the mean time I will work on a one shot I always wanted to write

By all means continue writing. That's what this site is for!

Well when I can I'll work more on this but in the mean time I will work on other projects

P.S. I did a little edit onall three chapters, especially 1.5