Darkness, a red light, vulnerable. The feeling of claustrophobia creeps up as a pair of eyes begin to scan this harsh and closeted environment. The sounds of creaking metal from an empty wasteland above as water ambience tickles the ears of the occupant. Jackson wakes up in a pod under the ground. Panicking, he breaks free and falls out. Water soaks his naked body, he looks around to see a dark and dim room. A light shines in the corner, showing the surface sunlight. He looks to find many pods with names and missing people, as well as their abilities labeled.
He finds his, next to a pod that are both named Jackson. His hands tremble as he looks inside, realizing that it was not a mirror that was facing him, but an identical face. "What the, no, this isn't happening?!" He yells, looking around as he begins to activate his ability. "SOMEONE HELP!" A woman in a suit approaches Jackson, well not a suit and tie but a super suit, the gold and black metal shined against the little light that the room provided. The old uniform of the old regime that once ruled the lands.
"Which Jackson are you?" the woman asks. Her facial features, eyes, hair, all resemble Lanna. Jackson falls to the ground, crying as Lanna takes his wrist and examines it. "I don't know," he says as Lanna hands him some clothes. Among them is a yellow vest with the symbol of the old political party. "Here, put on some clothes." Jackson dresses up to resemble his original copy's self.
"Concrete, I can manipulate concrete," Jackson says. He looks around and grabs a chain. "Can I use anything else?" Lanna activates her ability. "Guess not," Jackson says with disappointment. "It must mean these aren't my memories. I'm some kind of clone." Jackson looks down to see the other Jackson inside a pod labeled aura manipulation. The cold, lifeless body just floating inside. His thoughts are interrupted by the roaring of thousands of footsteps charging towards them.
"Jackson, do you know why I woke you up?" Lanna asks as she activates her ability. Jackson shakes his head as concrete forms over her arm. "Your original, he's gone. He deserves to rest. You among the many clones here were created as a secret project. Supre soldiers meant as a last resort if the world were to strike this place. I've terminated the program after we lost our nation, after we failed to fight back against the world." The horde of footsteps continue to roam above the surface of the bunker. "I don't understand," Jackson said, confused. "You're a fresh start, a new experience. You will experience this new world like the rest of the survivors we find. As for myself, I will be a leader as someone with experience from the old world. Together, we will run our new society."
The two find themselves peeking out of their bunker as the horde approaches. "Come on!" Lanna yells as her neon eyes begin to shoot lasers. Jackson throws up a concrete barrier and blasts holes for windows while Lanna shoots through them. "What are these things?!" Jackson yells horrified. He then uses his ability to propel himself in the air, firing concrete shards to tear up the beasts. Lanna's piercing bolts weren't enough to keep the hoards back, so he sent a giant barrage of concrete chunks at the ghoulish beasts that were ahead. Lanna looks back at Jackson as she charges a super bolt, blowing up hundreds of them instantly. "Will you join me Jackson?" she asks, offering her hand to him. Jackson looks up at her and nods. He takes a deep breath as his yellow eyes flare up. He accepts her hand, the firm grasp of their palms echo all throughout the empty streets of the once Northern Nation.
The End
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