My Trip.... To Nowhere - Chapter Seven

"Whats your name?" I asked the boy I was talking to.

He looked at me for a few seconds, then said, "Rio. Yours?"

"Tom."

"Nicky." The girl said.

The others in the cell looked up, and all said their names,

"Josh."

"Allison."

"Richard."

I nodded to all after they said their names. Then I asked the question that was bugging me.

"What are we being used for?"

Rio looked at me darkly. "It's best for you not to know."

I continued looking at him, until he sighed and glanced at the others. "Ever heard of clones?"

Then it hit me. The bright white light. The beeping noise. The other Tom. My so called 'Other-Half.' I started to back to the back of my cell.

"No... no way..." I kept saying. I reached the back of the wall, and leaned against it. "Oh my god..." I covered my face with my hands. I can't believe it. There are people... people cloning us. Cloning us? What for? This can't be happening. Why? Why are they doing this?

All this time Rio was looking at me, with an expression of sympathy.

"They cloned us. They made a better version of us. A more... helpful version... polite, extremely clever, and disciplined." Rio continued.

"But... why?" I asked, from the shadows at the back of my cell.

"The person who is behind this - no one has actually seen him or her - wants the world to be full of perfect people. Perfect... everything for a perfect world. Perfect for him."

"Thats a bit..." I struggled to find the right words. "...obssessive."

I saw Rio nod.

I didn't know what else to say. I slowly walked to my 'bed'. I sat down at the edge, and faced everyone else.

Nicky looked at me. I looked back at her. I was lost for words. She smiled at me slightly. So slight I barely noticed. But I did. I felt slightly comforted, but I looked away.

"Why am I in a different cell to all of you?" I asked.

"Probably because they were worried what will happen if you were with us." Rio shrugged. I felt his eyes looking at me, although I didn't look up to see."They might move you here sometime though."

I nodded. It was less of a shock now, that Rio told me they were cloning us, but it was still a shock nevertheless.

I made up my mind, we will escape... soon. I didn't know when, but I knew, somehow, that we all will escape. But it seemed... too soon, for Rio then said in a low voice,

"I have a plan."

I looked up at him. I thought I hadn't heard him properly. He was smiling at me. It was a slightly mysterious smile, and shrewd. His eyes were cunning.


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My Trip.... To Nowhere - Chapter Six

I heard voices. Soft mumbling voices overhead. Then... blankness as black took over. I struggled to open an eyelid a fraction. I saw light overhead. I closed my eyes. They were so heavy... black again. I heard shuffling nearby and a constant small beeping noise... then everything went black again. I must have woken up again, because I remembered thinking, "Whats going on?" Then everything went black - again. Every now and again I hear these soft mumbling voices, and a faint sound of someone scribbling something down in a book. Or notebook. Or anything. I don't care. I just... I... I just wanna... get out of here... black. I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. I also remembered that my whole body felt so weak. So drowsy, and so heavy. But my mind was alert. But my body wouldn't let me think. How ever hard I struggle, it just wont let me. It was like fighting through a thick wad of custard. You're stuck in something so thick, you don't have the ability to move anymore. You can't do anything to save yourself. Thats me. Stuck in custard.... I attempted to move my fingers. But they would not move. I cursed in my mind. I must not.... must not... give... up. Black.

I woke up. Ah. It's so bright. I groaned unvoluntarily. I shielded my eyes against the bright white light. I strained my ears, and realized I can move again. I heard whispering. I slowly began to sit up, and I looked around. Bars. Bars were surrounding me. It looked like a dungeon of some sort, contrasting to the luxurious room I was in before. More whispering. I looked around to find who was whispering. I saw another cell, with a group of people spreaded around. Why was I on my own? I stood up, and looked at what I was lying on. A hard wooden bench with a thin blanket. I took a step and balanced myself. I was unsteady. What? Had I been drugged?

"So you're the newcomer, then."

I looked up to see who spoke. It was a boy, but I couldn't see him because he was leaning at the back of his cell in the shadows.

"Yes." I said. I slowly walked towards the bars of my cell. "Where... where am I?" I asked slowly.

No one answered. I noticed that everyone avoided looking at me. I decided to leave it at that. I figured that if my questions were not answered, then it would never will be. I walked towards the wooden bench. Bright white light was shining on it. I looked up to see where it came from. It was a lightbulb. Wow. Something so small can shine so much. I looked around for a light switch to turn it off. As I did, I looked at the others in the other cell. I saw they were quickly looking elsewhere. I sighed.

"How long have you guys been here?" I asked, sitting at the edge of my wooden bench, not expecting an answer. No one said anything for a while.

"We don't know." A girl answered. She was sitting closest to the bars surrounding her cell. She looked up with an expression I couldn't read. "We've been here too long."

I was surprised. "You haven't been let out?"

The girl looked at me for a few more seconds, then lowered her eyes to the floor. "No."

I was even more confused and shocked. "Why? Who did this to you people?"

They exchanged dark looks to one another, and the girl answered, "We don't know that either. But we do know that we are being used."

I was enraged. "What? They can't do this to you!" I stood up, and walked towards my bars, and held on to them.

Silence as I thought what I should say. I had so many questions to ask, but shock took over. I looked at the girl. I could tell she was pretty, but her eyes were forlorn and was full of misery.

She looked at me with the same eyes. "We tried to escape several times before. But we never succeeded. We were always caught... then punished."

"But..." I struggled to find the right words to say, "But why are you here? Why you guys?"

The boy who spoke earlier said quietly; but not too quiet for me not to hear, "Why this is happening, is the question we should be asking." He walked to the bars of his cell. I saw him clearly for the first time. He had long dark brown hair which grew, covering a little bit of his eyes, which looked hollow. "I've been here the longest, but I haven't lost my mind yet."

I looked at him questioningly, as his eyes looked into mines curiously, but feelingless.

"There were some who came, but they were here for a shorter time than I have been, and have already gone crazy." He paused, as he strode to a part of his cell nearest to where I was to look at me closely. "They start losing their minds." He said quietly. "They don't see the point of living anymore. They forget ones they love, ones they hate, ones they used to know. Even ones around them. Us. But they remember one person." He leaned against his bars. "They remember there was someone who brought them here. They remembered that cruel person. How ever they picture that person, I don't know. But they remember him, or her." As he spoke, his voice was steadily getting lower and lower, and darker. He looked deep into my eyes. "They mumble in their sleep, saying things. Muttering nonsense. Soon later, they were taken away; helpless, and ther minds poisoned and weak from staying here too long." He turned away. "We never saw them again."

I didn't know what to say. My mind, was full of his dismal and dark words.

"The ones who are left, still sane," He gestured everyone in his cell. "have a strong mind, still." His voice was no longer low, but was somewhat encouraging, compared to what he said before. "We will fight to keep our sanity. We will fight..." He looked back at me, into my eyes. But this time, with a different meaning. No longer dark, and depressed, but slightly bright, and full of faith. "...to escape."

I felt a sense of rebellion. Suddenly I knew why the other people in his cell were still there. He fed them hope to escape. Hope for freedom. I'm not going to lose my mind, I decided. Yes.

We will escape, even if it's the last thing we will do.



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My Trip... to Nowhere - Chapter five

I had to think quickly I figured. I don't want him to think I've got any doubts. I forced a smile, and said,

"Ok."

He smiled and gestured for me to follow. So, I followed suit. Instantly after I walked out of the room, the door slammed shut behind me, making me jump violently. My Other-Half turned to look at me, and I managed another forced smile. He observed me for another two seconds and returned my smile.

"I am going to take you to the main room."

I couldn't help noticing that his smile also seemed force.

He lead the way, leading to the left. I followed but not too close behind. I examined the corridor we were walking through. It was in the same theme as the room I left. Mahogany doors... mahogany furniture...patterned ceilings... red curtains - concealing what?

"So... what is this place?" I asked. I had so many questions to ask.

He didn't answer. Instead he kept on walking. Thinking he hadn't heard, I said a little louder,

"What is this place?"

Still no answer. Thinking he still hadn't heard me, I took a deep breath, and opened my mouth till he said,

"I heard you once Tom. You don't have to repeat yourself."

Feeling foolish, I sheepishly muttered,

"I could at least have had an answer..."

This time however, he answered, "You will see the answer in just a few minutes."

He turned sharply again to the left of the corridor. I followed, quickening up my pace. I decided to ask a different question.

"Your name... is it Tom as well?"

"Yes." He replied shortly.

I also noticed that his mood and personality has changed. He's no longer the eager and polite person - thing - I met. I abrubtly stopped walking. A few paces after, he stopped as well. He said, without turning around,

"Yes...?"

"Where am I." I said casually.

"You will find out in a moment."

"I want to know now."

"You will in a moment." He replied, this time turning around to face me. His cold eyes fixed onto mines. We were within a few feet from each other.

"NO!" I shouted. "I have every right to know where I am, and I deserve to have every one of my questions answered! You have no right - no right whatsoever to keep me here!"

"This is not - "

"SHUT UP!" I bellowed.

Ringing silence.

Awkward silence. But still, his steady gaze was locked onto me. There was no change in his calm and cold expression.

I was shocked with myself. I didn't mean to have yelled that out. But I decided - must-keep-cool-stay-calm-breathe, Tom...breathe-keep-breathing. I looked at him, concealing my doubts in my face, but showing him my anger, my frustration and without meaning to, my fear.

"You will follow me." He said.

"I do not take orders from strangers like yourself." I spat out angrily.

He smiled. He smiled sneeringly but also calm. I hated that expression. In fact I loathed that expression. That calm... that cold look.

"But Tom... I am not a stranger. I am you. Don't you see?" He said.

I waited.

He waited.

I looked at his face. His twisted evil face, I noticed.

I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Don't I see what?!" I shouted. A little deperately I realized.

He smiled again. Sneeringly. He cocked his head to the side. And shifted his gaze from looking into my eyes to look behind me. I took a step forwards.

"You will tell me." I raised both my fists.

"And you will let me go."I took another step forwards towards him.

"And -"

I felt sharp pain on my head. I cried out in pain. I saw stars burst out of no where, and everything went black.


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My Trip... to Nowhere - Chapter Four

My mind started racing. Shall I open the door? Or shall I hide somewhere...? I frantically looked around the room. There was no where to hide...

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I took a deep breath, and stood up. I faced the doors.

Knockknockknock.

The knocks were getting impatient. I took another deep breath, and said clearly,

"Come in."

The doors opened, and I felt my jaw drop. No... this can't be. I must be hullucinating. I blinked rapidly. Then I peered at the person at the doorway. No, I am not hullicinating. My mind went completely blank for several minutes. The person smiled at me. Smiling my smile.

"I've been wanting to meet you for so long. Well, meeting my Other-Half of course." He said.

I stayed staring at him, completely dumbfounded. This must be some kind of sick joke. I wanted to do something. To grab that lamp on that table near me, and whack him on the head, then run - where? I have no idea where I am, and let alone know how to get out of this place. Besides... that is an insane idea. I must be pretty desperate. There might be more people outside, waiting for me. I must keep my cool. I got a grip of myself, and took a shaky step backwards.

"This m-must be some k-k-kinda joke." I managed to stammer out.

"Joke?" He asked. He frowned in confusion. The way I frowned in my confusion. "I understand the meaning of 'joke' is when someone says something funny, and everybody laugh. I am not laughing. What is the joke, Tom?"

I stared at this person. At me. How did he know my name? This person... clone... thing... can't be real. Then I started to laugh - nervously.

"Alright... whoever is behind this, very funny. Come out." I said. "Where am I, and how did you do all of this? How did you make that U.F.O thing appear in the sky? Was it some kind of illusion?" I demanded.

I waited.

He waited.

Nothing happened.

"Answer me!" I shouted.

He took a step forwards. "May I ask who -"

"Stay away from me!" I yelled, staggering backwards. I'm already freaking out at this... joke.

He stopped, with a puzzled expression on his face. My face.

"Have I done something wrong...?" He asked, with a hurt look on his face. "I only came to assist you."

Then something hit me. I realized. He... me, whatever he is, really didn't know what I was on about - as I had no idea what he was on about. I peered at him, taking one step forwards.

"Are you... me?" I asked cautiously.

"Well, you can say that. But the appropriate term of me to you is your 'Other-Half.'"

I paused. "You're my... Other-Half...?" I asked. Now I was frowning in confusion. What the hell was he on about? I decided to go with the flow.

He nodded, smiling in a friendly fashion.

"Where do you come from?" I asked slowly, taking a small step forwards again.

"For that to be answered, I shall need you to follow me Tom." He gestured pass the doorway, and smiled at me again. "And I am sure you have other questions on your mind."

I stood there, my heart thumping. Shall I follow this... 'Other-Half' of mine?

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My Trip... To Nowhere ~ Chapter Three

I was lying down on something soft... something... bouncy. Eh... I'm on my bed at home. Safe. I yawned, and turned on my right, keeping my eyes closed, not willing to wake up. I should get up to school. I yawned again, and rubbed my eyes. I opened them, expecting to see the ceiling of my bedroom. Instead I saw symbol-like letters on the ceiling. They looked familiar... Still groggy, I sat up and blinked. Then I got the shock of my life.

I was lying on a huge four poster bed with deep crimson hangings, and matching covers. They had gold patterns embroidened on them. The room... was huge. There were mahogany coloured furniture around... dressing tables, wardrobes, cupboards.... What on Earth??? The carpet was coloured deep crimson as well. I was stunned. Then suddenly. it all came back to me... the blinding white flash, the growing star... the star??? Wait, hooooold on. That was no star. Nothing made sense. I made my mind rewind to try and remember what happened, and how I ended up here. But I could remember nothing else... except for that mysterious white light and that... "star." Has that "star" got something to do with this? It must have...

I jumped out of bed, and strode accross the room, to the window on my left. I looked out. I could barely see anything... it was so... black. But I knew, whatever room I'm in, wherever it is, that we're travelling somewhere. I touched the glass. It felt refreshingly cool. I walked back to the bed, my mind spinning. I felt unusually light as I walked. I sat on the edge of the bed, and clinged onto one of the posts. This is bizarre... absolutely bizarre. Where the hell am I?? Suddenly, terrifying thoughts were running through me, am I being kidnapped? Why do they want me? Was I abducted? Then my felt my blood running cold. I remembered. I remembered one of my lasts thoughts about the "star." "UFO". No... theres no such thing as UFO's and Aliens.... or is there?

Then there was a knock on the door opposite the four poster bed.

I knew that this is not going to be my mom walking through the door.

Or my dad.

Or my little brother.

Or anybody I even knew.

But I did know that it will not be anyone ordinary.


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My Trip... To Nowhere ~ Chapter Two

Suddenly, I felt afraid. Should I go back inside? But my curiosity was holding me back. The longer I stayed on my front porch, the more excitement was surging through me. The star is now flashing different colours very quickly. Pink. Red. Green. Blue. Yellow. It's also now a size of a tea coaster. I took a step forwards, off my front porch, not taking my eyes off the star, and not realizing what I was doing. It's now grown into a size of a car. I looked closely at the thing. It had odd patterns on it... it looked like some kind of ancient symbols of some sort...

So suddenly, it flashed into blinding bright white light. I yelled out loud in shock and surprise. Shielding my eyes, trying to look at the thing, a sudden mad thought crossed my mind. U.F.O, U.F.O, U.F.O... Spaceship... Aliens... Then I felt like I was leaving the ground. I couldnt see anything. Let alone use my other senses to figure out what was happening. Panicking, I yelled out,

"DAD! DAD, HELP ME, WHATS GOING ON?! DAAAD!!"

But it was no use... I knew it even before I had opened my mouth to shout out. Suddenly, images starting flashing through my mind. Images of when I was little. When I was chased up a tree by my neighbours dog. When my dad bought me a bike when I was 8. When I first went to nursery school. When I fell off my bike and cried and my mother was soothing me and all the kids on the block was laughing at the sight of me. When I first went out with a girl... Was this flashes of my life already? Am I going to die at the age of 16? Then... I remembered nothing more but blackness.

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My Trip... To Nowhere ~ Chapter One

There I was, sitting on my front porch, gazing at the star strewn sky. It was 10:36 at night - and pretty dark. I always sit out here before bedtime. It's just so peaceful you know. Theres no annoying little brother to bother you, or theres just no one to ask you to do this, and to do that. Just... no one to disturb me - yet. So I might as well enjoy the few minutes of peace before going to bed. It helps clear my mind, and it is somewhat relaxing and... calm.

I heard thuds coming closer as feet made contact on out wooden floor. Footsteps. Turning around, I saw my dad walking towards me. Leaning on the banister next to me, he said,

"Ready to go to bed yet Tom?"
"In a few minutes." I replied.
"Alright then. Don't forget to lock the door after you come back in."
I nodded.
"I'll give you until... " He peered at his watch. "...10:45."
I nodded again.
He left.

I locked my gaze once more at the star strewn sky. So many stars... I began counting them. Although I knew there was no point in this, I just thought I'd give it a try. I got to 16, my lucky number, then stopped. This is utterly pointless. Counting stars. I gazed at the 16th star. I was starting to feel drowsy. Maybe I should go back inside? I was about to get up, but I stopped. What was that? I looked at the sky. One star was twinking abnormally bright. The 16th star. What? No, it can't be. It's growing. Yes, it is growing. What? A star, growing? This is insane. Shaking my head, I stood up and stretched. I yawnedm and looked back at the star. Wait. It is growing bigger. Its now a size of a 1p coin. Huh? It's.. red. No, now its green. No wait, its pink now. What?? This star is changing colour? Whats going on? In the back of my head, I thought, Dad should see this. But I was too mesmerised to call for him. This can't be a star... it must be some kind of... light from a plane. It is now a size of a 50p coin. Somewhere in the back of my head, I was thinking,

This is not a star I am looking at.


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My Form Tutor...

My Form Tutor... Beth, she's no ordinary, strict, stern, detention-loving teacher. She's the best teacher and Form Tutor we can get. I mean, the boys are all swooning, and are all over her. She's not only the best teacher, she's also got the best looks out of all of the teachers. Young, medium-height, blonde, blue eyes... big busts. what wouldn't leave guys drooling? Her choice of clothes are great too, mainly low-cut tops, tight-fit trousers, high heels. Everytime it was Parent Evenings, I can see that dads can't keep their eyes of her, goggling, and not taking in a word Beth says of how wonderful their child is doing in school. And the wife just sit there, her smile slowly slipping out of sight, turning into a frown as her eyes flicker from her husband to Beth. It's not unusual once they are out of the school compounds, you see a wife slapping their husband across the cheek. And a guilty "What 'ave I done???"

Gee... the advantage of being a young pretty teacher...

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