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So much has happen. So much I have learn. So much I want to forget. I question everything I knew before. I question everything that I though was my life before. I can’t even look myself in the mirror. I can’t bare to stick my head out of the house. Nothing will ever be the same. I have to do this. There nothing left do to. I have to do it. Every window is close, no one will see me. No one will find me. All I have to do is pull the trigger. Come on, just pull it. The gun is already pointing at me. I just have to pull it. I can’t live anymore. I am nothing. I am a lie. Memories slowly come back, like a flash back. But it feels too real, like if I’m reliving it all over again.

I’m back at my collage, when everything was fine. It was only me and my friends getting ready to leave for the small party we made. Just a party of friends, nothing more. It was then that I first notice him. A man dress in black was following us. I knew that. He was always just perfect to be following us, but not for anyone to notice, anyone but me. He was everywhere I want. At my collage, at my work, and now at the streets. But something new came by, a new feeling. I was paranoid every time I saw him, but at that moment, I was angry. Angry that he was staking me. And now, I was going to face him. I turn the other direction walking at full speed at him. My friends not understanding what I was doing just stood there watching me walk away. The man quickly left for the corner and was gone by the time I got around there.

At the party, my friends all had there fun. Dancing to the music, playing video games, getting drunk. But I was to preoccupy by the man. Why was he following me? Why did he want form me? It didn’t make any sense. My family isn’t rich enough for a kidnapping to be useful. I haven’t done anything wrong to cause someone to get action against me. It doesn’t make sense.

"Still preoccupy by him." I look up seeing CJ half-drunk with a sad look on his face.

"Yes, I just can’t get him out of my head."

"Well, do you mind if I sit with you?" I nodded and he slowly sit down almost tripping over himself. It doesn’t take much to get him drunk honestly.

"I know what you are going to say." I started to him before he could open his mouth. "That I’m being paranoid and I should just forget about him. That I should have fun and not waste this night." He had taken a drink for his Budweiser keeping a longer silence that needed.

"No actually." I was surprise form those two words. He was always down to earth, so he must believe me. "You told me the number of times you saw him, and I saw him too most of those times. So I understand where you are coming from. So yes, do be occupy by it, but don’t let it control you. That’s all." He then proceeded on taping me and my shoulder before going back to our friends playing and failing at Halo.

I left the party early, needed a walk in the cold. Something to calm me down. But I had made a fatal mistake, I was alone. I was always with my friends before, but now I had left any help I could get. It wasn’t long before I got confronted.

"You there." The voice, that voice was so familiar to me, yet I have never heard it before. It shock me in fear, but not enough to freeze me in place. It was the man. The man dress in black. He stood only ten feet away from me. He look familiar, but it was impossible to tell since he was covered in black. We just stood there waiting for something to happen.

"I believe you and me need a talk." I stood still now freezing in place. God, what I’ve I gotten myself into this time?

"Who are you?" I finally said. The only answer came was the wind. It was dead silence.
"I’m here to get what belongs to me." What is he talking about? Belong to him? What did I take? Or what does he believe that I have?

"What do you mean? I don’t understand."

"That’s because you’re not supposed to." What does he mean by that? But something caught my eyes, a silver powder appeared around me, flouting around. I didn’t know what it was, but it was intoxicated. I could barely stay awake, it didn’t take long before I felt asleep and hit the ground.

When I started to waking up, there was little I could tell. My vision was burry and my head wasn’t thinking has quickly has it should. I had come to the conclusion that I had fallen asleep, by he didn’t even touch me, so that in itself was odd. I could hear faint voices but was incapable of making sense of them. There were two of them at the very least. My body has started to freezing up by the concrete floor I was laying on. Just trying to move was impossible by the ropes holding me in place. Slowly, the voices were clearer.

"So are you sure that he won’t feel anything?" Feel? I’m not sure if I want to know my fate anymore. I hoped that this isn’t an execution.

"He won’t feel a thing, I promise. Now, we should get to business before he wakes up." My eyes now open had gotten sharper from my slumber. The light was still preventing from seeing clearly. Shadows started to from and the shadows made their way to me. It was then that I realize that I was on my knees on what is most likely a prison cell of some kind.

"Damn it, he’s awake." Said the second voice almost in disappointment. What are they planning to do to me? What is going on? Well a new question was coming up, since my vision has come back, and I was terrified of what was before me. A humanoid plant with its head resembling a bug catcher plant and a yellow skin spoon holding monster next to him. I was shaking in fear. No words could describe the fear that when through my body.

"Looks like we have some explaining to do." Said the plant in a familiar voice. That voice, it’s the same then the man. But how? What is happening?

"You do it." Started the yellow monster. "I’ve just here for the extraction, the rest is up to you." He backs away in a corner leaving me and the waking plant. The more I look at it, the more it looks like a Pokémon. It’s a Carnivine, my favorite Pokémon. I loved the guy, and now I had one right in front of me, ready to do whatever he wanted. Warm tears drop from my face out of fear. He could eat me in one bite, one single bite.

"Never expected to see someone like me did you?" I slowly nod force to accept this reality has the one that I am in. He was truly there. There was no way around it. He moves so realist, not only could hear his breathing but I could feel it too, warming my freezing body.

"You see, I am a Pokéuman. I was once human before I transform like this five years ago. I had to leave my old life and family, but I was found my others like me and they brought me to an underground base where I lived there."

"Then why am I here?" I finally say with my broken voice. My breathing was so heavy that it almost muffles the Carnivine speech at times. Sweat was dripping down my face to join the tears.

"When I transformed, an organization, Pokéxtiction, made a clone of me so they could hind the fact that I was a Pokémon. It’s easier to kidnap someone when there is a replacement for that kidnapped." He stops reviling a ring and gets ready to put it on. ‘’Liam, you are that clone.’’ He puts the ring on quickly transforming himself into… me.
It was an exact copy of me. Right down to the detail of my small scar on my left cheek. It was like looking in a mirror. It was the most terrifying thing I have ever seen. To see yourself like that, it makes you question what you know of this world.

"I don’t understand."

"You soon will." Said the yellow monster that I recognize has a Kadabra. He come out and stood right in front of me. He turn to myself one hand on me and the other on the other me.

"This will not hurt." A sudden light flash but disappeared has quickly has it came. Soon, new memories entered my mind. Quickly my life flash of the last five years has a Pokéuman. Everything from the first day to right now. The good time I had has a walking plant, the bad of it. And in a matter of seconds I learn everything about the Pokéuman, form our history to our technologies. And the war with Pokéxtiction. It come in my head has if I always had them. It stood side by side with my human memories. I had two life, at the same time. It was so much to take, but now I understand myself. I had lost so much by being a Pokéuman. It was already hard for me to make friends before that, and now I had to restart all over again. I may have made some good friends like Carlo the Reuniclus but I never like life in the base. It was too strange, too much for me, and I didn’t want to go live in a Pokémon village, so I got myself to meet up with Joseph, a Katabra that deals with taken clones and replacing them back with their real self. It was simple really, merge the memories of both me and the clone and kill the clone leaving nothing behind. So that’s why I’m here, to return. So I could replace myself like I did before. Wait, replace. My Pokeself is going to replace me. I’m going to kill me.

"So this is what my clone has been doing then." Said the original. I look at him with more fear then I did before.

"You’re going to replace me. You’re going to kill me." I said prying for my life.

"I’m sorry if it has to end like this, but I want my life back."

"No, you can’t do this."

"Everything is ready now. All you need is to end him." Said the Kadabra with no mercy in his voice.

"Please. I beg you, don’t do this. I don’t deserve this."

"You’re just a clone, nothing more. You are just a doll in this giant war, and nothing more."

"You can’t kill me." Tears flow down faster than I ever thought they could." I may not be the real Liam, but I am still human. I am still a living being. If you kill me, then how different of you from Pokéxtiction?"

"Typical form a clone. Just end him already."

"Wait, he has a point." Said my Pokeself. I barely make a fearful smile hearing that.

"What?"

"He may just be a clone, but he is still me. He is supposed to be exactly like me. Is it fair for me to come along and did the same thing that Pokéxtiction did to me? To take my family and friends for my selfish reason?"

"Don’t let him get to you. He going to report you an agent if we let him go."

"If he was a sleeper agent, wouldn’t it kick on already?" The Kadabra turns away defeated. The real Liam retrieve his ring and transform back into his Carnivine self. He then proceed to come behind me and cut the rope that hold my hand together.

"What are you doing?" Yelled the Kadabra shock.

"Doing the right thing." He grabs me helping me to get up with my hands still shaken.

"You are ready to give up for this clone? You wanted this, and now you don’t?"

"I did want my life back, but not this bad. It’s not just my life anymore, it’s his too."

"Have it your way, I’m done anyway." The Kadabra storms out within the second. I look at myself with his large smiling mouth.

"Don’t worry about me." He started. "I will find a new life. Maybe that what I was meant to, to live my life, that the life I was given. This is you’re life now, not mine anymore. You’re free to go." He help me walk a bit until he opens the door leading to a small house. From there he shows me the way out and I leave unharmed. I was happy to be alive. Happy to have survive that. But then it hit me. I was a clone. I was not real. I was made to hind a war bigger than anything before. I am a living doll, only here to replace something that has been taken. I was never born from my mother; I was manmade and put those memories into me and continue to live a life that was never mine. I’m not real.

I barricade myself in my house for days incapable of dealing with this fact. I was here so I could hide a giant crime. My existence is a consequence of Mr. X and his ambitions. I was a tool to help him in capturing more of the Pokéuman. I didn’t want to live anymore. Not when you realise how little you truly know about yourself. I may be made of flesh on bone but it was making artificially, and nothing more. Just a doll.
Now back to where I started. Gun in my mouth ready to pull the trigger. I try to pull it, but I can’t. A part of me doesn’t want to die. A part of me wants to live for those around me. But that’s the problem, that’s the part that’s fake. My life has been a lie, an honest to god lie. I don’t even deserve to go to God’s kingdom; I’m not a creation of God, I was made by madman playing god. I try to pull the trigger again but a sudden noise stop my action. Someone is knocking on the door.

"Open up Liam, don’t do it." I recognize that being me, the real me. I remain silent hoping he would leave.

"Carlo, break it open." Within an instance, my door breaks open with the real me and my best Pokéuman friend in my house. So many emotions are coming at me. I want to scream at him for breaking my door; I want to shoot myself right in front of him to prove how I feel about myself. But there was one thing that I could do, one thing that I could muster, I started to cry. All of my limb felt numb has I let out my sadness. The gun drops on the ground, letting go of my suicide weapon. The two Pokémuan get to my side trying to consult me, but I push them aside refusing there comfort. I am angry at them, but why? It’s not their fault that I’m not real, they never wanted this.

"He’s still alive at least." Said Carlo somewhat relive yet still disturb. He couldn’t look at me. I was too much for him.

"It’s ok Liam, cry has you need, don’t hold back." Started the real Liam opening his arms at me. I after having slowly regain control of myself, I fall into his arms and cry more into them. It felt good being around someone like that. I haven’t had someone that cared this much in so long.

"Everything is ok, your safe with me." Continued my original copy.

"No, it’s not." I replied back. ‘’I’m not the real Liam. I was never the real Liam. I was just made to replace you while you were away."

"Don’t say that. You may be a clone but your still human, you have feeling, you can think, you can rationalize. You may have started with my memories but you created your own afterwards. We aren’t the same person anymore. You can do thing I never thought I could do before, you have an apartment, and you gain the ability to make more friends. You learn to adapt in way I wouldn’t, and that’s why your different.’’ I couldn’t help but leave a small smile on my face. It felt warm to hear what he told me, it made me worth something again.

"I’m just glad to have seen my vision when I did." Said Carlo trying to cone inside the conversation. ‘’When I say Liam dead, I didn’t think that it was his clone that I saw."
"Please, don’t call him my clone, his Liam after all. He’s more than just my clone."

"Well you are both call Liam, so it may get confusing."

"Call me L then, it’s not clever but it’s different then Liam’s name." I finally open my eyes from my tears and take what little energy I have left to crack a smile at him. It’s the least I can do to him.

"Feeling better?" Ask L still holding me.

"Still doesn’t change the fact that I’m a clone." I replied with somehow making words out of my mouth.

"You don’t have to classify yourself has one. You create your own destiny, even if you are clone."

"And beside." Continued Carlo." You show us something we never thought of before. What will we do with the clones when the war is over? Is it right to kill all of the clone just because they are clones? No, no it’s not, and maybe that what we need to focus on. Clones have rights too, clones are human beings too. You aren’t the only one and you won’t be the last."

"Fighting for clones rights. Never thought I would do that." Said L with a smile on his human face. ‘’So what you think Liam, you want to help us change the way us Pokéumans treat clones. When we do win the war, the clones will still exist, and we will need to accept that. We need to understand that clones still deserve to live, not die."

"Like you said, time to create my own destiny." I said wiping my tears. I may be just a doll, but I can prove myself then I can be more than just a doll. I am how I want to be, and not even Mr. X can stop me from that.

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So much has happen. So much I have learn. So much I want to forget. I question everything I knew before. I question everything that I though was my life before. I can’t even look myself in the mirror. I can’t bare to stick my head out of the house. Nothing will ever be the same. I have to do this. There nothing left do to. I have to do it. Every window is close, no one will see me. No one will find me. All I have to do is pull the trigger. Come on, just pull it. The gun is already pointing at me. I just have to pull it. I can’t live anymore. I am nothing. I am a lie. Memories slowly come back, like a flash back. But it feels too real, like if I’m reliving it all over again.

I’m back at my collage, when everything was fine. It was only me and my friends getting ready to leave for the small party we made. Just a party of friends, nothing more. It was then that I first notice him. A man dress in black was following us. I knew that. He was always just perfect to be following us, but not for anyone to notice, anyone but me. He was everywhere I want. At my collage, at my work, and now at the streets. But something new came by, a new feeling. I was paranoid every time I saw him, but at that moment, I was angry. Angry that he was staking me. And now, I was going to face him. I turn the other direction walking at full speed at him. My friends not understanding what I was doing just stood there watching me walk away. The man quickly left for the corner and was gone by the time I got around there.

At the party, my friends all had there fun. Dancing to the music, playing video games, getting drunk. But I was to preoccupy by the man. Why was he following me? Why did he want form me? It didn’t make any sense. My family isn’t rich enough for a kidnapping to be useful. I haven’t done anything wrong to cause someone to get action against me. It doesn’t make sense.

"Still preoccupy by him." I look up seeing CJ half-drunk with a sad look on his face.

"Yes, I just can’t get him out of my head."

"Well, do you mind if I sit with you?" I nodded and he slowly sit down almost tripping over himself. It doesn’t take much to get him drunk honestly.

"I know what you are going to say." I started to him before he could open his mouth. "That I’m being paranoid and I should just forget about him. That I should have fun and not waste this night." He had taken a drink for his Budweiser keeping a longer silence that needed.

"No actually." I was surprise form those two words. He was always down to earth, so he must believe me. "You told me the number of times you saw him, and I saw him too most of those times. So I understand where you are coming from. So yes, do be occupy by it, but don’t let it control you. That’s all." He then proceeded on taping me and my shoulder before going back to our friends playing and failing at Halo.

I left the party early, needed a walk in the cold. Something to calm me down. But I had made a fatal mistake, I was alone. I was always with my friends before, but now I had left any help I could get. It wasn’t long before I got confronted.

"You there." The voice, that voice was so familiar to me, yet I have never heard it before. It shock me in fear, but not enough to freeze me in place. It was the man. The man dress in black. He stood only ten feet away from me. He look familiar, but it was impossible to tell since he was covered in black. We just stood there waiting for something to happen.

"I believe you and me need a talk." I stood still now freezing in place. God, what I’ve I gotten myself into this time?

"Who are you?" I finally said. The only answer came was the wind. It was dead silence.
"I’m here to get what belongs to me." What is he talking about? Belong to him? What did I take? Or what does he believe that I have?

"What do you mean? I don’t understand."

"That’s because you’re not supposed to." What does he mean by that? But something caught my eyes, a silver powder appeared around me, flouting around. I didn’t know what it was, but it was intoxicated. I could barely stay awake, it didn’t take long before I felt asleep and hit the ground.

When I started to waking up, there was little I could tell. My vision was burry and my head wasn’t thinking has quickly has it should. I had come to the conclusion that I had fallen asleep, by he didn’t even touch me, so that in itself was odd. I could hear faint voices but was incapable of making sense of them. There were two of them at the very least. My body has started to freezing up by the concrete floor I was laying on. Just trying to move was impossible by the ropes holding me in place. Slowly, the voices were clearer.

"So are you sure that he won’t feel anything?" Feel? I’m not sure if I want to know my fate anymore. I hoped that this isn’t an execution.

"He won’t feel a thing, I promise. Now, we should get to business before he wakes up." My eyes now open had gotten sharper from my slumber. The light was still preventing from seeing clearly. Shadows started to from and the shadows made their way to me. It was then that I realize that I was on my knees on what is most likely a prison cell of some kind.

"Damn it, he’s awake." Said the second voice almost in disappointment. What are they planning to do to me? What is going on? Well a new question was coming up, since my vision has come back, and I was terrified of what was before me. A humanoid plant with its head resembling a bug catcher plant and a yellow skin spoon holding monster next to him. I was shaking in fear. No words could describe the fear that when through my body.

"Looks like we have some explaining to do." Said the plant in a familiar voice. That voice, it’s the same then the man. But how? What is happening?

"You do it." Started the yellow monster. "I’ve just here for the extraction, the rest is up to you." He backs away in a corner leaving me and the waking plant. The more I look at it, the more it looks like a Pokémon. It’s a Carnivine, my favorite Pokémon. I loved the guy, and now I had one right in front of me, ready to do whatever he wanted. Warm tears drop from my face out of fear. He could eat me in one bite, one single bite.

"Never expected to see someone like me did you?" I slowly nod force to accept this reality has the one that I am in. He was truly there. There was no way around it. He moves so realist, not only could hear his breathing but I could feel it too, warming my freezing body.

"You see, I am a Pokéuman. I was once human before I transform like this five years ago. I had to leave my old life and family, but I was found my others like me and they brought me to an underground base where I lived there."

"Then why am I here?" I finally say with my broken voice. My breathing was so heavy that it almost muffles the Carnivine speech at times. Sweat was dripping down my face to join the tears.

"When I transformed, an organization, Pokéxtiction, made a clone of me so they could hind the fact that I was a Pokémon. It’s easier to kidnap someone when there is a replacement for that kidnapped." He stops reviling a ring and gets ready to put it on. ‘’Liam, you are that clone.’’ He puts the ring on quickly transforming himself into… me.
It was an exact copy of me. Right down to the detail of my small scar on my left cheek. It was like looking in a mirror. It was the most terrifying thing I have ever seen. To see yourself like that, it makes you question what you know of this world.

"I don’t understand."

"You soon will." Said the yellow monster that I recognize has a Kadabra. He come out and stood right in front of me. He turn to myself one hand on me and the other on the other me.

"This will not hurt." A sudden light flash but disappeared has quickly has it came. Soon, new memories entered my mind. Quickly my life flash of the last five years has a Pokéuman. Everything from the first day to right now. The good time I had has a walking plant, the bad of it. And in a matter of seconds I learn everything about the Pokéuman, form our history to our technologies. And the war with Pokéxtiction. It come in my head has if I always had them. It stood side by side with my human memories. I had two life, at the same time. It was so much to take, but now I understand myself. I had lost so much by being a Pokéuman. It was already hard for me to make friends before that, and now I had to restart all over again. I may have made some good friends like Carlo the Reuniclus but I never like life in the base. It was too strange, too much for me, and I didn’t want to go live in a Pokémon village, so I got myself to meet up with Joseph, a Katabra that deals with taken clones and replacing them back with their real self. It was simple really, merge the memories of both me and the clone and kill the clone leaving nothing behind. So that’s why I’m here, to return. So I could replace myself like I did before. Wait, replace. My Pokeself is going to replace me. I’m going to kill me.

"So this is what my clone has been doing then." Said the original. I look at him with more fear then I did before.

"You’re going to replace me. You’re going to kill me." I said prying for my life.

"I’m sorry if it has to end like this, but I want my life back."

"No, you can’t do this."

"Everything is ready now. All you need is to end him." Said the Kadabra with no mercy in his voice.

"Please. I beg you, don’t do this. I don’t deserve this."

"You’re just a clone, nothing more. You are just a doll in this giant war, and nothing more."

"You can’t kill me." Tears flow down faster than I ever thought they could." I may not be the real Liam, but I am still human. I am still a living being. If you kill me, then how different of you from Pokéxtiction?"

"Typical form a clone. Just end him already."

"Wait, he has a point." Said my Pokeself. I barely make a fearful smile hearing that.

"What?"

"He may just be a clone, but he is still me. He is supposed to be exactly like me. Is it fair for me to come along and did the same thing that Pokéxtiction did to me? To take my family and friends for my selfish reason?"

"Don’t let him get to you. He going to report you an agent if we let him go."

"If he was a sleeper agent, wouldn’t it kick on already?" The Kadabra turns away defeated. The real Liam retrieve his ring and transform back into his Carnivine self. He then proceed to come behind me and cut the rope that hold my hand together.

"What are you doing?" Yelled the Kadabra shock.

"Doing the right thing." He grabs me helping me to get up with my hands still shaken.

"You are ready to give up for this clone? You wanted this, and now you don’t?"

"I did want my life back, but not this bad. It’s not just my life anymore, it’s his too."

"Have it your way, I’m done anyway." The Kadabra storms out within the second. I look at myself with his large smiling mouth.

"Don’t worry about me." He started. "I will find a new life. Maybe that what I was meant to, to live my life, that the life I was given. This is you’re life now, not mine anymore. You’re free to go." He help me walk a bit until he opens the door leading to a small house. From there he shows me the way out and I leave unharmed. I was happy to be alive. Happy to have survive that. But then it hit me. I was a clone. I was not real. I was made to hind a war bigger than anything before. I am a living doll, only here to replace something that has been taken. I was never born from my mother; I was manmade and put those memories into me and continue to live a life that was never mine. I’m not real.

I barricade myself in my house for days incapable of dealing with this fact. I was here so I could hide a giant crime. My existence is a consequence of Mr. X and his ambitions. I was a tool to help him in capturing more of the Pokéuman. I didn’t want to live anymore. Not when you realise how little you truly know about yourself. I may be made of flesh on bone but it was making artificially, and nothing more. Just a doll.
Now back to where I started. Gun in my mouth ready to pull the trigger. I try to pull it, but I can’t. A part of me doesn’t want to die. A part of me wants to live for those around me. But that’s the problem, that’s the part that’s fake. My life has been a lie, an honest to god lie. I don’t even deserve to go to God’s kingdom; I’m not a creation of God, I was made by madman playing god. I try to pull the trigger again but a sudden noise stop my action. Someone is knocking on the door.

"Open up Liam, don’t do it." I recognize that being me, the real me. I remain silent hoping he would leave.

"Carlo, break it open." Within an instance, my door breaks open with the real me and my best Pokéuman friend in my house. So many emotions are coming at me. I want to scream at him for breaking my door; I want to shoot myself right in front of him to prove how I feel about myself. But there was one thing that I could do, one thing that I could muster, I started to cry. All of my limb felt numb has I let out my sadness. The gun drops on the ground, letting go of my suicide weapon. The two Pokémuan get to my side trying to consult me, but I push them aside refusing there comfort. I am angry at them, but why? It’s not their fault that I’m not real, they never wanted this.

"He’s still alive at least." Said Carlo somewhat relive yet still disturb. He couldn’t look at me. I was too much for him.

"It’s ok Liam, cry has you need, don’t hold back." Started the real Liam opening his arms at me. I after having slowly regain control of myself, I fall into his arms and cry more into them. It felt good being around someone like that. I haven’t had someone that cared this much in so long.

"Everything is ok, your safe with me." Continued my original copy.

"No, it’s not." I replied back. ‘’I’m not the real Liam. I was never the real Liam. I was just made to replace you while you were away."

"Don’t say that. You may be a clone but your still human, you have feeling, you can think, you can rationalize. You may have started with my memories but you created your own afterwards. We aren’t the same person anymore. You can do thing I never thought I could do before, you have an apartment, and you gain the ability to make more friends. You learn to adapt in way I wouldn’t, and that’s why your different.’’ I couldn’t help but leave a small smile on my face. It felt warm to hear what he told me, it made me worth something again.

"I’m just glad to have seen my vision when I did." Said Carlo trying to cone inside the conversation. ‘’When I say Liam dead, I didn’t think that it was his clone that I saw."
"Please, don’t call him my clone, his Liam after all. He’s more than just my clone."

"Well you are both call Liam, so it may get confusing."

"Call me L then, it’s not clever but it’s different then Liam’s name." I finally open my eyes from my tears and take what little energy I have left to crack a smile at him. It’s the least I can do to him.

"Feeling better?" Ask L still holding me.

"Still doesn’t change the fact that I’m a clone." I replied with somehow making words out of my mouth.

"You don’t have to classify yourself has one. You create your own destiny, even if you are clone."

"And beside." Continued Carlo." You show us something we never thought of before. What will we do with the clones when the war is over? Is it right to kill all of the clone just because they are clones? No, no it’s not, and maybe that what we need to focus on. Clones have rights too, clones are human beings too. You aren’t the only one and you won’t be the last."

"Fighting for clones rights. Never thought I would do that." Said L with a smile on his human face. ‘’So what you think Liam, you want to help us change the way us Pokéumans treat clones. When we do win the war, the clones will still exist, and we will need to accept that. We need to understand that clones still deserve to live, not die."

"Like you said, time to create my own destiny." I said wiping my tears. I may be just a doll, but I can prove myself then I can be more than just a doll. I am how I want to be, and not even Mr. X can stop me from that.