We take a calm walk into the park under the moon light. We tell jokes to each other, mess around with other people. We talk for hours while we cross the city, the leaves on the floor dancing to the summer breeze. We arrive at a quiet location and after a bit more of joking around we start to get... intimate. Shirt's buttons burst away, pants hit the floor, blood rushing through our bodies. As soon as I prepare myself for the killing move, I hear an explosion.
I feel a burst of pain in my guts. It burns deep within me. I look down, only to see countless daggers piercing my body. My partner dissapeared. I'm laying on the floor, but have no memory of falling. Only pain. As my blood covers the ground, I hear a laugh coming from the back of the alley. Only one thought crosses my mind before I drift away in pain:
IT WAS THE FUCKING CLONE!
