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DOCTOR DOOM
THE CLONE SAGA, PART II
Castle Doom
Doomstadt, Latveria
The Jackals body laid face-down and sprawled out on the prison cells floor. The genetic monstrositys large, pink, spade-like ears began to twitch along with its long, clawed fingers and toes. His eyelids slowly parted and his yellow eyes, seemingly glowing in the darkened cell, began to lazily move about to take in their new surroundings. He pressed his green palms against the cold, stone floor and pushed himself up onto his knees.
Doctor Doom? he murmured, narrowing his eyes as he peered out into the darkness outside of his cell.
Doctor Warren.
Where am I? he said, finally rising to his feet. His fingers lightly pressed the recently treated wounds adorning his head.
Latveria.
Why have you brought me h
He stopped as he apparently discovered the metal collar hugging his throat. He immediately grabbed it and began tugging at the contraption.
What is this?!
I have work for you, Doctor Warren. That collar around your neck is to ensure your cooperation.
The stupid monster has decided to ignore me and continued tugging at his collar.
That is not wise.
The collar emits a series of clicksa warningwhich is also ignored by the hideous creature. He gives one last tug before he is brought to his knees, shrieking in pain. After a few seconds, the shrieking ends and he is left panting on all fours like the animal he has made himself.
"That painful sound you just experienced is at a frequency inaudible to humans with unenhanced senses. Luckily, you are not among them. It is either emitted automatically each time you attempt to remove that collar or manually each time you disobey me. Should you continue to misbehave, the frequency will intensify and be coupled with an electric current that will range from extremely painful to fatal. You have chosen the form of a canine so I thought it fitting to treat you like one.
What is it you want from me?!
Clones. My robots encountered several of your own in their mission to locate you. Though many were shoddily produced, I did notice a few lacked the genetic degeneration that plagued your designs . Your newer creations, no doubt.
If theyre so shoddy why dont you make your own?
Because, Doctor Warren, there are other matters that require my immediate attention. And while I tend to those matters, I expect you to complete the tasks that will be assigned to you in a timely and satisfactory manner. Do so and you will return safely to America with your health, life, and freedom. Fail, and I will locate and destroy every remaining clone and base of operation you have before ending your own life and legacy in this very cell.
What do I have to work with?
A portion of my laboratory has been sectioned off for your usage. You will be given some lab aides as well as the counsel of head scientist Doctor Takacz. But be warned that you will be closely monitored at all times and if so much as one of my scientists suspects foul play you will be executed immediately.
Warren sat silently for a moment before giving a slow nod.
Ill do it.
"Of course you will, I reply, turning away.
Ya know, if you wanted clones that bad you could have just asked! he calls out to the darkness.
Doom does not plead.
* * *
Finding solitude in my private quarters, I stand before a mirror as I toss my cloak aside.
Every waking moment, it burns. I had quickly grown accustomed to the pain however, it continued to serve as a dreadful reminder of what approached.
I remove my tunic, exposing the silvery armor beneath.
My dreams are plagued with horrific visions. The enchantments placed on my armor do nothing to ward them away.
I enter the armor removal codes into my gauntlet and begin to unlock my chestplate. I pull off the front piece and expose my bare chest to the mirror.
Not since Mephisto held my mothers soul have I felt such torment.
There it is. A hideous symbol burnt into my chest flesh melted into a mock-Sonnenrad with curled, twisting spokes surrounding a large, monstrous eye at its center.
I shall be freed soon enough. And this world, with it.