The Birth Of The Clones

by Pesky Calla

AUTHORS NOTE: ok, all here is my first attemp at fan-fic it has pratically no elf, but it can explain how you all got the clones i'm sorry if i stole the idea, it came to me and i wrote it down it's short and sweet


The Birth Of The Clones
by Pesky Calla


Lucas

Lucas walked in to the lab, the two people who had forced him off the seaQuest walking besides him, pointing guns.

"Ahhh, welcome Lucas. Would you please go sit on that chair?" Said Evil Dr. Pesky. Lucas looked at his two 'guards' and sat. Assistant Dr. Calla straped Lucas' arms to the sides of the chair, and got the needle out.

"Don't' worry Lucas, this won't hurt, much at least." Calla said with a evil grin on her face. "We're just going to get some blood and tissue samples."

"What do you want from me?" A very scared Lucas asked.

"Hmm.. what do we want? Just a Lucas to turture and extras for the classes the others teach. They need someone to practice on. Not that they aren't good at it." Calla replied.

"What 'others'"

"Hey! You didn't leave a clone for me!" Calla yelled, running after the Elfs

"Oh, well. Maybe I can get a Angel clone. He is way to cute.." Pesky said, walking back to her computer, while the seaQuest crew filed out, wondering how these people escaped the mental homes.



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