The War

Scott was glad that she wasn't going to be able to kill him yet. He checked the chambers of the revolver to find them all empty. He looked at Zaro. "I think we should pay Gustav a visit."

Zaro followed him, grabbing his cattle prod.

Scott made his way to the lab and suddenly wished that he had brought Dark along. If he was right then perhaps it would be useful to have her.

This place had so many bad memories for Zaro.

It was mostly abandoned now and Scott found it more than creepy. As they were walking he noticed two tubes, but he didn't bother checking to see who was in them. They were filled with bright green liquid.

Zaro tugged on Scott's shirt. He pointed to one. it was another clone of Scott. In another was a clone of Ariana.

He looked at them. What is going on here? He wondered. Whatever Gustav was planning was clearly crazy.

Zaro had seen this so much. "They're playing Dark: they knew she'd loose control. They have a medic spy!"

"You have to go back and make sure nothing bad happens!" Scott told him.

Zaro was way ahead of him. Literally.

Scott continued his search for Gustav.

He failed to notice that the Scott clone had awoken.

He saw new tubes as he continued to search. He was oblivious to the fact that his clone was awake.

OOC: Also, I already know what's gonna be in these ones, so no claiming them.

It looked around for a weapon, having no tounge, and being female, oddly enoiugh.


OOC: kk. lawl. It's a she.

Scott sense that something was definitely wrong. He shrugged it off.

OOC: lol. Why?

She founda rusty sythe.

OOC: IKD. I like the charries I rp to be special.

OOC: So, is it alright for her to be made dead, or do you plan on saving her?

IC: Scott found that he had walked down a hallway that was a dead end.

OOC: Saving.

IC: "You..." Her raspy voice croaked. She was no clone. Harvest had been experimented on. And her genetics replaced.

OOC: ooooooo!

Scott spun around. He saw the girl behind him carrying a rusty scythe. "Who are you?!? What do you want from me?!?"

"Don't you remember me? I was only six...it's all your fault!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"Your fault!" She swung the sythe. She wore an old leaf in her hair to represent her former self.

Scott barely dodged the scythe. He drew his gun only to remember that it was out of shots. He suddenly noticed the leaf in her hair. "Harvest?"

Harvest faltered for a minuit. 'So long ago, that was me...' "Six years!" She screamed.

OOC: I just got the scythe thing

IC: "It wasn't my fault!" Scott told her.