Clone Scream

The princess was a beautiful creature, her eyes glittered in the moonlight, and her green dress complimented her dark skin. Men danced with her across the floor, but none held her interest for long. Until a man with equally dark skin took her hand, his eyes shone with excitement as he felt her in his grasp, they were like swans as they danced, twisting and twirling gracefully, enchanting the guests into silence. An old man watched in the shadows, smiling softly. The princess’ eyes had lost their sparkle and were instead blank, the young man who held her squeezed, comforting her. Then he guided her to the shadows were the old man waited. None thought much about it, the princess had obviously found someone and they wished not to disturb her.The three turned to a hidden door; no one could have found it unless they knew it was there. They traveled swiftly, the young mans eyes never left the princess’. Dark tunnels winded in a confusing pattern but the old man knew where he was. They came to a room that was lit by torches, it was full of strange machines and mixtures which sizzled and popped, letting out calming smells, or some not so calming.The young man broke his gaze and the princess woke up from her trance, her eyes widened, “What do you want?” she gasped, her eyes darting around the room for a door that wasn’t there anymore.

“Shhhhh, my love,” whispered the young man, “you’ll be just fine.”

“I want my mamma!” the princess cried, tears falling down her cheeks, “Please, I can give you gold! Jewels! Anything you want!”

“But we want you my dear,” soothed the old man, “well, basically, your twin.”

“But, I don’t have a twin!” the princess’s forehead creased up with surprise.

“Oh, but you do now, we’ll look after you well, do not worry, and get that look off you face, it doesn’t suit you much.” At that moment the young man pounced, holding a fumed piece of cloth at the princess’ mouth, she tried to scream but the cloth prevented any sound coming out. Her eyes rolled and she collapsed into the young mans arms, deep in faint. “That’s much better, now come quickly,” the old man called, “we must not raise thought about her long disappearance.” A girl walked into the room, her eyes glittered in the moonlight, her green dress complimented her dark skin, and it was the exact design of the real one.

The young man whistled, “Father, you have done well. You cannot tell even a slight difference.” The new princess smiled, her white teeth perfect, exactly like her twin lying in the young mans arms.

“My name is Princess Rosita, I am the daughter of King Qui and Queen Lei,” she recited.

The old man clapped, “Well done my sweet, now go and work your magic.” The young man laid the real princess on a small chair and took hold of his future wife, who had practiced for many years until the operation to be a perfect image of the wealthy princess. They walked back through the passage and out of the shadows, her new parents noted that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were happy. This made them pleased, their daughter had chosen well. The unknown man was courteous and handsome. With dark hair and rich clothing. They welcomed him like a son and he smiled, saying he was pleased that their daughter, Rosita, had chosen him. No one suspected anything, because no one knew that it was possible. The old man restrained himself from shouting and jumping with joy, he, Sir John Vitril, had discovered something thought impossible. He had discovered the art of cloning.