The Demon In Me

[prettywitchiusaka]

This is the big KND story I did over the summer of 2008. I figured that since I have nothing new to offer you guys at the moment that I could give you one of my older stories to read. I sure hope you enjoy!

Chap. 1: Invasion

Kids Next Door Global Command is a bustling, peaceful environment. It is a place for graduation ceremonies and parties, a place that resided top secret information, and a place where all earth sectors could report missions or findings back to superior officers. Yet in spite of it's busy atmosphere, it never ceased to bring optimism to its employees. Unfortunately, that was not the case at the moment. Mostly due to the invasion brought upon by Father and his army of Teen Ninjas nearly an hour ago. From every inch or floor of the base, operatives battled bravely against the teens, determined to run them out of the base for good.

Somewhere in the depths of the Global Command hallways, their Supreme Leader Rachel, or Numbuh 362 had found herself swamped by an army of Ninjas This however, was no problem for her, for she used her adavnced martial arts skills to take them down. At this moment, she found herself surrounded by four Teen Ninjas. Again, this was no problem for her as she kicked one into the wall, back flipped one from behind her her to the ground, and rendered the other two unconcious with back fist strikes.

After the two teens fell to the ground, the young blonde began to pant heavily. Normally she had tons of energy, but because she was somewhat out of practice, fatigue was getting the better of her. But unbeknownst to her came up another teen from behind, preparing to strike the young blonde unconcious. But by the time Rachel felt the teen's presence, she turned around to see her boyfriend Patton, or Numbuh 60, head of KND Arctic Base, slice the teen across the lower torso with the blade of his sword. He then proceeded to kick the teen into the wall, rendering him unconcious. Landing to his feet, the young Drill Sergeant turned to face his girlfriend. A smirk was present on his face, something that Rachel decided to return.

N362: I see you got my distress signal.

N60: Of course I did. Did you honestly think I'd sit back and do nothing while Global Command fell under siege?

N362: No, not at all. After all, you are a man of action. Oh, and I take it you brought the cadets with you this time?

N60: As a matter of fact I did. They're safe in the S.C.A.M.P.E.R..

Off-Screen: Numbuh 60!

Both turned around to see the red-headed, Irish Global Tactical Officer Fanny, or Numbuh 86 enter the hallway. A somewhat worried, yet angry expression was present on her freckeled face as she stood to face her one friend/superior and one fellow/loathed operative.

N362: What's wrong Numbuh 86?

N86: It's about Numbuh 60's cadets. Father abducted one of them.

N60: Which one?

N86: Amy.

Amy was one of Patton's younger cadets, as well as the younger cousin of Sonya, or Numbuh 83. Hearing the stories her cousin told her about being in the Kids Next Door convinced her to join the organization. Unfortunately, she was more of a scardy cat than her cousin was, and therefore was somewhat difficult to train. Patton shared a close bond with the little cadet, mostly due to the fact of his attempted rescue to save her during the 'Tag' incident, when mutated broccoli invaded the base.

N60: Amy!? Where did-

N362: Where did he take her Fanny?

N86: I believe the main bridge.

N362: Very well then. Numbuh 60, stay here with Numbuh 86 and look out for any other Ninjas in this area. I'll go find Father and save Amy.

N60: But-

N362: No buts Numbuh 60! That's an order!

N60: But-

N86: Just do what she says freezer boy!

Patton glared at Fanny for one slight second, then turning back to face his girlfriend. He didn't want to risk any chance that Father might hurt his love, but knew that he couldn't convince her otherwise at this point. Sighing, the young Drill Sergeant looked back at his lover, a somewhat disappointed look clearly detailed on his face.

N60: Fine.

N362: Good. If I'm not back in ten imnutes, come and find me.

That said, the young blonde began to run towards the hallway leading to the main bridge, leaving Fanny to worry about her best friend's safety, and Patton to worry about his beloved's safety.
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Meanwhile, Father stood in the large room that was the main bridge, patiently waiting for his guest to arrive. He held the little cadet tightly in his arm, she beginning to whimper. Amy was frightened rather easily, similar to her cousin. And since she did not have much training under her belt, meeting a villain such as Father was a frightening experience for her.

Amy: Please let me go Father!

Father : Not until you've served your purpose as bait.

Off-Screen: You sink lower and lower every time, just like your father.

Upon hearing a familiar voice, Father turned to face the young blonde standing in the doorway, a look of anger clearly detailed on her beautiful face. Upon turning to face her, the fiery demon smirked underneath his suit. He no longer needed Amy, for the little girl he loathed with a passion had finally arrived.

Father: Miss McKenzie, glad you could make it.

N362: First things first, put Amy down now.

Father: Gladly.

Dropping her to the ground, the young cadet ran over to Rachel, who kneeled down and embraced her into a tight hug.

Amy: Numbuh 362!

N362: It's okay Amy. Now listen closely, I want you to go find Numbuh 60. Tell him I'm holding off his favorite punching bag.

Amy: Okay.

That said, the little cadet left the large room. As she did, the two enemies began to stare at each other. Father's stare full of delight yet hatred, and Rachel's stare full of anger and aggression.

N362: You've got a lot of nerve abducting a cadet just to lure me into a battle.

Father: Oh but I didn't come to battle you.

N362: You didn't?

Father: No, I didn't.

As thsoe words were spoken, the fiery demon pulled out a large lavender gun he had in a brunette bag slung over his right shoulder, something Rachel had not noticed until now. About one second later, he aimed the gun directly at her, holding the trigger as he did so.

Father: I came to extract something from you.

That said, he pulled the trigger. A white ray emitted from the gun, zipping across the room towards the young blonde, zapping her in the process. The fiery demon began to laugh evilly as Rachel began to violently scream from the ray's effect. As this occurred, a small vial began to fill with a strange white liquid with a percentage rate of 12%, and continued to increase with every drop.
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Back in the hallways, Patton and Fanny continued their run down the solid metal corridors, due to becoming impatient with waiting. While it was true they did not want to even be together at this very moment, evidently they had no choice. For the one thing they had in common the most, was their feelings they both harbored for Rachel.

N86: Don't ye find it odd?

N60: What, that Father would invade without any rime or reason? Yeah, I do. Why, do you?

N86: Yeah. Rachel and I were talkin' about it earlier when the invasion began. It seems odd that Father would attack without some sort of elaborate plan.

N60: True, he always has a hidden reason behind whatever he does.

N86: Even if that's true, I just hope he hasn't done anythin' to Rachel.

N60: He better not have! If that snake's done anything to her-

Off-Screen: Numbuh 60!

Upon hearing his numbuh, the raven haired boy stopped dead in his tracks, Fanny following in pursuit. But before she could question him as to why he stopped, both saw little Amy coming down the hall, stopping once she was close to Patton.

N60: Amy. Are you alright?

Amy: I'm fine, but Father had Numbuh 362 cornered!

N60: Cornered? Wait, he hasn't-

Fear however, began to grow inside both the raven haired boy and the Irish redhead as they heard a shrieking, high pitch scream. That, was the scream that Rachel would only emmit when she was in true danger.

N60 & N86: Rachel! We have to find her! Don't repeat everything I say! Repeat everything you say? You're repeating everything I say! Shut up! No, you shut up!

N86: Oh for pete sake! Let's quit wastin' time and go!

N60: Right!

With that, the two superior officers began to run down the corridor leading to the main bridge, Amy following in pursuit.
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Back at the bridge, Father continued to laugh evilly as the beam conttinued to zap Rachel. The vial was now almost full with a 92 percentage rate, still increasing with every drop. The young blonde however, could not take much more of the violent strain the ray had on every vein and muscle in her body.

N362: Father, please stop! Please! I beg you!

Father: Don't worry, this won't take much longer.

The fiery demon spoke the truth this time, for the vial was now completely full with the strange white liquid, the percentage rate at 100. Seeing this, Father let go of the trigger, releasig Rachel from the painful grip of the ray.

Drained of energy from the ray, the young blonde collapsed to the ground in a heap, something the fiery demon chuckled evilly at. A few seconds afterward, the two similarly colored superiors and Amy entered the room. Patton armed with his sword, and Fanny armed with her trusty M.U.S.K.E.T., both prepared to engage in combat if they had to.

N60: Alright Father, where is she!?

Father: If you're referring to your precious beloved, she's over there.

Looking over to where Father's finger was pointing, Patton's gut began to fill with fright was he saw his beloved laying lifelessly on the ground. As anger began to build up inside of him, he tightened the grip on his sword handle, prepared to attack Father at any given moment.

N60: If you've done anything to her I'll-

Father: Don't worry. I haven't done anything to her...yet. But now that I have what I came for, there won't be anything she can do to stop me.

The two superiors went into battle stance, preparing to strike. But before they could, the fiery demon activated his flight abilities and flew out of the room, this signal indicating the Teen Ninjas to leave the base as well. Once they were gone, Patton ran over to where Rachel lay. Collapsing to his knees, the raven haired boy caressed her unconcious body in his arms. Concern clearly shawn in his gentle black eyes as the two girls kneeled down, the same look present in their sets of eyes. Relief however, came to them as Rachel opened her eyes. A weak smile came to her face as she looked up to find herself caressed in the strong arms of her lover.

N362: Patton...

N60: Rachel...

N86: Rachel...are you alright?

N362: I'm alright...just a little weak that's all. Is Father gone?

N60: He's gone. But before he left he said he took something. What exactly did he take?

N362: I don't know. But whatever it is, I hope the damage it does isn't too great.

End chap. 1

[Sadie]

I'm enjoying the story so far, I'm just curious as to why the dialogue is written like that. It's certainly a change, and I'm not saying it's bad, I'm just curious.

But I like it, a lot. It's so interesting and I'd like to see the rest!

[prettywitchiusaka]

Well you see Nocturne, when I first started writing stories I initially wrote all of my dialouge in the form of script dialouge. Don't ask me why, I just did. This all changed when I asked Allie to consult my outline for 'Of Fragile Leaders and Terrorists", she suggested to me that I write my dialouge normally, which I decided it was finally time to do anyway. So at her request, I did some practice fics( both of which I was already planning to do and can be found elsewhere in this section of the forum), and I've written my dialouge normally ever since. So this essentially, is a blast from the past( so to speak).

But aside from that, I'm glad you're enjoying this story Nocturne. And as a rteat, here coems chapter two. You can also expect chapter three sometime tomorrow. Enjoy!

Chap. 2: Birth

An hour or so later in Gallagher, Father walked through the corridor of his mansion. His bagged gun still slung over his shoulder, and two of his best best Teen Ninjas were right at his heels. One was an African-American girl named Cree Lincoln, a former Kids Next Door ally turned traitor. And the other was her boyfriend, an African-American boy named Maurice, who had recently joined the army in order to obtain information, for he was secretly a teen spy for the Kids Next Door. As the trio walked down one of the many coridors of the mansion, Maurice continued with his questioning of Father's plan, much to both his, and Cree's annoyance.

Maurice: All I'm sayin' is why would we just attack without any objective in mind?

Cree: Maurice, will you relax?

Maurice: I mean, we're not like Kinghtbrace or the Toilenator! We're better than that!

Cree: Maurice-

Maurice: Besides, don't you think they found it a little-

Cree: MAURICE! Calm down. Father has everything laid out perfectly.

Father: She's right my boy, I do have everything laid out perfectly. Everything laid out for my new evil scheme that is.

Maurice: I wouldn't know about that. I mean, we attacked Global Command fo' no reason whatsoever.

Father: That was merly a distraction so that I could obtain my real objective easily. That being to obtain the DNA I needed from Numbuh 362.

Murice: Oh, so this is another one of your elaborate shcemes to destroy Numbuh 362. Tell me, why is it that you're so obsessed with killin' her? Is it because she's the Supreme Leader of the Kids Next Door?

Upon hearing that sentence, the fiery demon stopped dead in his tracks. Turning around to face the two teens, he then proceeded to burst into flames, signifying his temper, and forcing the two teens to cower in fear at his loss of control.

Father: NO! IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH LEADERSHIP! I WANT REVENGE AGAINST THAT BRAT FOR ALOMST STUFFING MUTATED BROCCOLI DOWN MY THROAT!

Having had his ventilation period, Father turned back to the hallway path, both Cree and Maurice right behind him.

Father: Besides, torturing her and her little boyfriend is just as much fun as torturing my nephew and his friends.

Maurice: I suppose so. But tell me, what is great, elaborate scheme anyway?

Father: You'll find out soon enough. To Pappi's secret lab!

But before Maurice could pen for further investigation, or even ask what that had meant, the three allies entered a small, dark room. On the side of the room rest two levers, both of which peeked Maurice's curiosity as he walked over to them

Father: Pull the lever Muarice!

Cree: I'd advise caution with which one you pick.

Maurice: Oh, come one Cree. What's the worse that could happen?

But before anything else could occur, a trap door came up from under Father's feet sending him falling down.

Father: WRONG LEVER!

Cree & Maurice: Whoops.

Shortly afterwards, Father came back up through a side door with a staircase attached. His suit was soaked from head to toe, and an alligator had his teeth chomped onto the fiery demon's back, something he took care of by blasting a fireball at the alligator, forcing it to retreat.

Father: Okay, why did pappi ever...install that lever!?

Maurice: Maybe I'll try again.

Father: No! I'll do it!

Pulling the other lever, the trio instantly found themselves strapped into a roller coaster cart. After being told to remain seated and keep their arms in at all times, the cart began to roll down a wild track. Father and Cree stood as still as stone as this occurred, but Maurice however, could not hold in his childish glee, for he loved roller coasters.

Maurice: Whoooooooo! Father! Cree! Put yo' hands in the air!

After another thirty seconds or so of roller coaster fun, the trio back flipped out of the cart and onto the floor, now dressed in stereotypical lab coats and goggles. But before Maurice could even question what the roller coaster's point was, or even ask about the suits, he found himself following the other two down a path of strange lab equipment.

Maurice: So how come there's a secret lab underneath the mansion?

Father: Pappi always enjoyed experimenting with objects or items to toy or invent with in his spare time. His will states that I am to own this lab and the mansion legally, even though he thinks I'll have no use for the lab. Well he was wrong about that one!

Maurice: I see. So how exactly is this suppose to help you with yo' new 'elaborate scheme'?

Father: Well if you can answer this question, you just might get your answer. Now tell me my boy, what is the one thing that no one, no matter how skilled or powerful they are can defeat?

Maurice: Uh I don't know...themselves?

Father: Precisely.

But before Maurice could question Father's last sentence, the trio stopped to face a large machine. It was mostly a large, circular teal colored tube with a small lavender key pad attached to the side.

Father: Do you have the dress and matching attire we picked out my dear?

Cree: Pressed, and ready.

Cree then proceeded to hand to Father a hangar that held a long, ankle length black dress with an attached chocker, and a matching shall. In his other hand, she put a pair of matching black dress shoes and elbow length gloves. The fiery demon then put the attire into the teal colored vat, closing the door shut before he went over to a small key pad on the side. He then took the gun out of the bag, gently pulling off the vial containing the strange white liquid.

Father: Now all I need is the DNA I stole from that brat, and a vial of my blood I stole from the doctor's office.

Taking the vial out from his pocket, he then proceeded to put both vials into little slots on the key pad. After that was done, Father signaled an all knowing Cree and a still confused Maurice to put their safety goggles on, something he did as well.

Maurice: Cree, what's goin' on?

Cree: You'll see.

As the young African American girl said those words, Father pressed a small, silver button on the key pad. A bright, almost electric like light began to engulf the room, forcing the trio to shield their eyes as a small tremor began to shake the room. After a minute or so of flashing lights and tremors, all of that ceased to excist at the sound of a ding.

Realizing that the process was complete, Father stepped over to the vat and opened the door. Steam began to rise from the vat, but it soon began to fade as a familiar silhouette rose from the vat. This caused a smrik to form on Father's face, and a look of horror and realization to form on Maurice's face as he began to realize just what the fiery demon's plan was.

Father: So my dear, what is it that you're going to do?

Figure: I will destroy that of which I was created from.

End chap. 2

So, can anyone else guess what Father has done? See you when chapter 3 is up!

[prettywitchiusaka]

As promised, here comes chapter three enjoy!

Chap. 3: First Meeting

The day after, Rachel slowly walked down the street, preparing to come home after a long day of school. Of course, she didn't go to any school, she went to a private school as a result of all the money her parents possessed, which forced her to wear a school girl's uniform. Mind you, it wasn't all that bad, as the uniform was kind of cute, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was that even though it was a girl's private school, Rachel had many fan girls. This resulted in the fact that her beauty, intelligence, and athletic ability had garnered her heaps of popularity from her age group and age groups over and under, something she was annoyed immensely by.

Although mind you, she wasn't as athletic today, mostly due to the fact that she was still recovering from the ray Father had zapped her with during yesterday's invasion. At first, she decided just to do every thing as normally as possible, so as not to run her down. But after some convincing from Patton, the young blonde decided to lay low for the day if she could. Rachel giggled back at the memory, recalling how desperate, yet concerned Patton sounded. He was always helping her, making sure she didn't push herslef too far, or was always there to lend her a helping hand. Mind you, she knew he did all those things because he loved her more than anything else, but it proved to her that he was truly sweet and kind underneath the macho exterior, something she loved about him.

Yet in spite of her cheerful attitude, Rachel could not ignore the suspicion she felt about yesterday's invasion. Father was always the type to have a devious scheme up his sleeve, so for him to attack without any objective in mind seemed 'out of character' to her. As she continued to ponder this, the young blonde began to wonder if perhaps the whole thing was a diversion. Maybe Father's real objective was to obtain what he had stolen from her. But just what the ray had stolen was what haunted the young blonde's mind the most.

Suddenly, a loud beeping sound filled the air. Recognizing it as her cell phone, the young blonde pulled it out of her pocket to find she had recieved an anonymous text message. The text message read 'Beware of the darkness lurking in the shadows', something the young blonde thingyed her head in confusion at.

(N362: What does that mean?)

Off-Screen: Having fun?

Upon hearing a voice similar to her own, Rachel turned around to see a girl sitting on the nearby brick wall. This girl however, looked alomst exactly like her. The only differences being that she had black hair, black eyes, and was wearing the same black dress with an attached choker, black shall, shoes and elbow length gloves Father had revealed to Maurice just yesterday. Jumping down from the brick wall, she landed on her feet right in front of Rachel. An evil smirk was plainly visible on her beautiful, yet evil face, while a look of suspicion, and confusion became apparent on Rachel's beautiful face as she stared, surprised to find herself staring at an almost duplicate of herself.

N362: Wh...Who are you? And why do you look almost exactly like me?

Clone: Oh hello. My name is Rachelle, and I'm just here to...beat the hell out fo you!

Leapig into the air, the clone levitated herself in midair, beginning to shoot fireballs towards her opponent shortly afterwards. Although still somewhat shocked, Rachel began to back flip and cart wheel all around the area in order to dodge the fireballs. As this occurred, the clone began to follow her opponent from every angle possible, moving in an almost flamingo dance like pattern.

Becoming annoyed by the limited action she could do in this battle, the young blonde leaped into the air, sending a fury of punches and kicks towards her opponent. Rachelle however, was able to masterfully dodge and oppose every move sent towards her. This confused Rachel, or at least until she began to notice a similar pattern in the clone's offensive and defensive strategies.

(N362: How come she's able to dodge anything I throw at her? It's like she knows my style. Wait a minute...I know those moves. Those are...my moves.)

Upon relaizing this, Rachel began to send the clone's way a double punch. Rachelle however, easily caught the young blonde's fists in her hands, smiling evilly as she did.

Rachelle: Wondering why I have the exact same fight style as you? That's because Father created me from your DNA.

N362: DNA? ( Wait a minute...the ray. That's what Father must have stolen from me)

Rachelle: Yes. I have your intelligence, your skills, your abilities, your knowledge, your memories, and your natural beauty. Of course, Father also created me with a vial of his own blood, meaning I have almost the exact same powers as he does.

Letting go of her opponent's hands, the clone then proceeded to shoot fire from her own hands once again. Rachel however, back flipped and landed on her feet in order to dodge. Not prepared to give up, the young blonde continued her battle of fist and feet with Rachelle. That is until she sent a fireball towards Rachel, which sent her opponent flying into the nearby wall.

The still conscious Rachel began to clutch her now sore left arm, still not fully prepared to get up and fight from the impact as the clone came up fast on her, preparing to make the final strike. All seemed lost, until Rachel remembered the carry-on F.R.A.P.P.E. proto type gun she had in her pocket. Whipping out the gun, the young blonde set it to turbo and aimed it at the on coming clone. Upon pulling the trigger, a blast of cold air and ice began to shoot from the gun. It hit Rachelle hard, sending her into the nearby brick wall. Once the smoke cleared, Rachel looked up to see the black beauty standing on her feet. She was bruised all over, and was shivering like crazy, much to her( Rachelle's) annoyance.

Rachelle: F-F-Fine. You w-w-win this round...but d-don't expect I w-won't be back.

With the snap of her fingers, the black beauty disappeared in a flash of smoke. Afterwards, Rachel began to look up at the setting sun, worry clearly forming on her beautiful face as she pondered her situation. Although now she knew what Father's true objection was, one question remained in her mind. Exactly how much damage could this equally matched clone possibly do?

End chap.3

So, how many people found the irony in the clone naming herself Rachelle?

And yes, now the KND have miniature carry on versions of their 2x4 weapons. That was only done because it didn't make sense to me that Rachel would pull out a giant gun from this small pocket. For anyone interested in seeing what Rachel looks like in her school uniform, just say the word and I'll draw.

[prettywitchiusaka]

Hello everyone! Today, I shall be rbinging you chapters 4 and 5. Enjoy!

Chap. 4: Dangers of The Second Meet

Mid morning is a time of relaxation. A time in which people could slepp in or watch T.V., leaving their responsibliities for later in the day. This was however, not the case for Rachel, who had paperwork to file. Her work however, was not the thought that occupied her mind at the moment. What did occupy her mind, was the clone, and what it's next move may be.

Clutching her sore left arm from her encounter yesterday, the young blonde's thoughts quickly turned into thoughts of worry. She knew from her first encounter what the clone was capable of, and that's exactly what worried her. What if she wasn't the only primary target? What if the clone attacked her friends, or even thoughs closest to her? Then what would she do? Realizing how ridiculous she sounded, Rachel began to shake her head, snapping herself out of what she wanted to believe was disbelief.

(N362: Why am I even thinking about this? I'm the clone's target. But what if she does go after the people I love? Then what will I do?)

The young blonde began to ponder this thought, hoping for her work to distract her, for she could not come up with an answer. Unfortunately, her work was not enough to distract her from the problem at hand. Annoyed, the young blonde squeezed the middle of her forehead betweeen her fingers. This signified both her annoyance, and that she had given up, a rare thing for Rachel to do.

N362: (sighs) (Maybe I should go and talk to Fanny about it. She might not know what to do, but at least I'll be able to talk to someone about it.)

Getting up from her chair, the young blonde walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. She then proceeded to walk down the long corridor leading to her friend's office, hoping that she wasn't busy or out on an errand.

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Meanwhile, Herbie, or Numbuh 65.3 sat at the desk in his office, sorting out various Kids Next Door missions specks and paperwork on his desk. Yet unbeknownst to him came a shadowy figure from up behind. It came closer towards the plump boy, almost as if it were about to pounce on him. Hrebie however, did not even notice this mysterious shadow, or at least not until it put it's hand on his shoulder. Feeling this caused him to scream, but upon turning around to face his Supreme Leader, he stopped immediately.

N65: Oh sir, you scared me. This seems pretty awkward because it's always the revrese. But then again I tend to surprise or scare you a lot, so I guess this makes us even.

N362: I suppose so. Anyway, I was wondering if you could deliver this mission speck to Sector V? It's important that they get this one.

N65.3: Sure thing sir.

Taking the speck from her hand, the plump boy began to look over the mision. But upon reading what the piece of red paper said, he looked over at his Supreme Leader, a look of conern and confusion was clearly detailed on his face.

N65.3: Sir...this is a mission to Afghanistan.

N362: Yeah. So?

N65.3: Well sir, that seems a little dangerous of a mission, even for Sector V.

N362: I don't think so. After all, Sector V is our top sector.

N65.3: Yeah but they're not invulnerable or even immortal. They could get hurt, or even-

N362: If they recieve any injuries, we can tend to them. Besides, a top sector such as those six can't possibly recieve many injuries if they always come out on top. They'll be fine. Won't you agree?

Herbie wasn't sure what to say or do at this point. He wanted to beg and plead not to have her have him send out this mission, but even he knew that once Rachel's mind was made up, there was no turning back on her decision. Sighing, the plump boy looked up face his superior, ready to give her his reply.

N65.3: Well...I guess I can't question your judgement.

N362: Excellent. Oh, and can you also deliver these mission specks to a few other sectors?

N65.3: What other sectors did you have in mind?

N362: Oh...Sectors B, E, J, N, and Y.

N65.3: Sure thing sir.

That said, Herbie turned around in his chair and Rachel began to walk towards the door. As this occurred, he looked back with a look of concern as she walked out of the room, an evil smile creeping onto her beautiful face.

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Meanwhile, Fanny sat at the desk in her office, bored out of her mind as she watched her finished paperwork collect dust. Her boredom however, didn't really come from her work being finished, but more from the fact that she had nothing else to do at the moment. While it was true that she was enjoying the promotion that Rachel had bestowed upon her a few months prior, somethimes she wished she could go back to her old job, chasing down overaged operatives, decommissioning operatives, and taunting those who had become overaged.

Off-Screen: Hello Fanny.

Upon hearing a familiar voice, the Irish redhead snapped out of her daydream and looked up to see her old friend Rachel standing in the doorway. Suspicion however, became apparent in her emerald green eyes as she noticed the evil smirk present on the young blonde's face.

N86: Oh...hi Rachel.

N362: The same to you. Say, I don't mean to be a nag, but don't you have paperwork to do?

N86: Yes but...I just finished it all recently.

N362: Oh...I see.

The tension in the air began to grow as Fanny looked into her fiend's eyes. They were filled with confidence yet at the same time a sinister presence, something that made the Irish readhead even more suspicious.

N86: Rachel...are you feelin' alright?

N362: I've never felt better. Why?

N86: Well it's just...ye' don't seem to be actin' like yourself. Also...your eyes...for some reason, they almost seem like...there's a sinister presence in them.

N362: (chuckles) I'm surprised you were able to see that. But then again, it would only make sense that you could tell the difference between Rachel and me.

But before Fanny could question that last sentence, the young blonde snapped her fingers, which immediately encased her in a ball of fire. After a few seconds, the Irish redhead sat in shock as she stood face to face with what Rachel had encountered only yesterday. And that, was the black beauty known only as Rachelle.

N86: Who...Who are ye'?

Rachelle: I'm afraid you won't live long enough to know.

Creating a medium sized fireball in her hand, the clone then threw it towards her opponent like a softball. Acting fast, Fanny leaped out of her chair and onto the floor, allowing the fireball to impact with the chair. Pulling out her trusty M.U.S.K.E.T., the Irish redhead began to take shots at her opponent, all the while trying to dodge every fireball that the clone threw at her.

Upon thinking she was in the clear, the Irish redhead sent a kick towards her opponent, only to have the clone catch her booted foot in her hand, something that came as a shock to Fanny. The black beauty then proceeded to punch her opponent in the face, flipping her onto the ground shortly afterward. Although slightly wincing, the Irish redhead looked up to face the clone, fright beginning to surface in her emerald green eyes as she did.

Rachelle: It's not going to be easy...to defeat me that is.

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Elsewhere, Bartie, or Numbuh 35 sat at his desk, reading the latest issue of his favorite DC comic book character Batman. He knew very well that guard duty was his primary concern at the moment, but unfortunately his comic book senses had gotten the better of him, forcing him to indulge himself into the world of the 'Dark Knight'. However, upon seeing his Supreme Leader coming down the hallway, the sandy haired boy quickly hid the comic and sat himself up straight, hoping for her to buy his lttle act.

N35: Numbuh 362 sir! I wasn't reading comic books while on duty again sir!

N362: So I see. Anyway, while I appreciate your 'honesty', that's not the reason I came to speak to you Bartie.

N35: It isn't?

N362: No. I was wondering if you knew where Numbuh 86 was. I need to-

Horror however, began to flood Rachel's gut as she heard a blood piercing Irish scream from across the corridor. With fear and panic beginning to overrule her, the young blonde began to run down the corridor, leaving the sandy haired boy to ponder what was happening as his superior continued her sprint down the corridor.

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Upon reaching the doorway, the young blonde arrived just in time to witness Fanny slamp up against the wall, her body collapsing motionless to the ground a few seconds later, signifying her unconcious state. The fear that Rachel had felt before began to increase she saw her fiend's motionless body lying on the groud lifeless. The emotion of fear only increased as she saw the clone advance towards her friend, a fierball in her hand, preparing to finsih her opponent off. Acting fast, Rachel pulled out a chilli gun from her vest pocket, aiming it at the clone, preparing to pull the trigger.

Rachelle: Rachel's going to be so sad that you're gone. Oh well...not like I care.

Smiling evilly, the black beauty aimed the fireball at Fanny. But before she could release the ball, a hot, sticky, but powerful substance sent her flying hard into the wall. Once the smoke cleared, Rachelle arose from the debris to face Rachel. The black beauty was now slightly limping, clutching the bleeding scratch on her right cheek as she glared angrily at the young blonde.

Rachelle: How dare you foil my plan, let alone my face!

N362: If you don't want your face wrecked then keep this between us! My friends haven't done anything to you, so leave them out of this!

Rachelle: Oh now where's the fun in that? Besides...this is only the beginning.

That said, the clone snapped her fingers, vanishing in a puff of smoke. Once she was gone, Rachel ran over and kneeled down to where Fanny was. She turned her friend over to find that she had not received many wounds, although mind you, how was she supposed to know that? Fearing for her friend's life, the young blonde began to violently shake Fanny, in hopes of waking her up.

N362: Fanny! Fanny it's me, Rachel! Fanny wake up!

But regardless, she recieved no answer. Fear and anxiety began to rule over Rachel at this very moment. However, it was cut off upon hearing footsteps enter the room. Those footsteps belonging to none other than Bartie.

N35: Numbuh 362...what happened in here!?

N362: Numbuh 35! Get me medical assistance, immediately!

N35: Right away sir!

That said, the sandy haired boy ran down the corridor, heeding his order. As he went to seek medical attention, the young blonde looked at her fallen friend, concern and horror now clearly detailed in her beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Her fear had now become reality, for the clone was targeting not just her, but also the ones closest to her. And just who the clone would target next was the very fear that occupied the young blonde's mind at this very moment.

End chap.4


Chap.5: Apologetic Visit

Rachel walked down the quiet, sunny street of Spencer 67th, a feeling of serenity, yet worry overtaking her. In her right hand rest the hand of her little brother Harvey, or Numbuh 363, head of Sector W, and in her left hand rest a small aquamarine bag. Although it had been a day off for her, the young blonde still had her job as Supreme Leader to worry about. Of course that didn't stop her from making time to visit Fanny, who was now bedridden due to her encounter with the clone a few days back.

Rachel gave a gloomy sigh as that thought entered her brain, wondering if Fanny would indeed forgive her. But upon looking down at the aquamarine bag, the young blonde gave a small smile, as she hoped it would be enough for the Irish redhead to accept her apology. Harvey on the other hand, walked down the street with a rather pouty look on his face. He hated Fanny and really saw no point in visiting. Unfortunately, all his friends were busy, and Rachel didn't seem to trust him with leaving him at home alone, something he thought he was capable of doing.

N363: How come I had to tag along? I hate Numbuh 86!

N362: Because the rest of your sector's on vacation and I couldn't find anyone else to babysit you.

N363: Oh please Rachel. I can look after myself.

N362: I doubt it. Last time I left you alone in the treehouse the hamsters overpowered you and threw a wild house party.

N363: So! I could've taken them down easily if they hadn't kept poking me.

N362: Doubt it.

N363: Oh come on! Don't you think you're being a tad bit overprotective Rachel!?

Upon hearing those words, Rachel fell silent. She realized that her brother was catching onto her overprotectiveness, but what else was she supposed to do? Her overprotection didn't stem from the fact that he was irresponsible. Well maybe it stemmed patrly from that, but it also stemmed from the fact that she didn't quite know who the clone's next target would be. She had already attacked Fanny, so who was to stop her from going after Harvey, or even Patton next. After pondering her thoughts, the silence between the two siblings ceased as the young blonde opened her mouth to speak.

N362: Maybe...but for your protection...I just might have to be...

Before the buck toothed boy could question that sentence, he along with his sister found themselves standing outside a small, two story yellow house. The house was complimented by a beautiful garden and a nicely painted white fence, something that Harvey found a little too perfect for his tastes.

N362: Now are you going to wait outside for me, or wait in the house with Shaunie?

N363: Can't I just leave and go home?

N362: No! Now make your decision.

N363: But I want to go home and play!

N362: Make up your mind or I'll touch you!

N363: No! Don't touch me! I'll stay outside but just don't touch me!

N362: Good. Now wait here, I should be back in about ten minutes or so.

N363: Whatever you say.

Letting go of his small hand, the young blonde began to venture down the path that lead to the Fulbright's front doorstep. As she did, the buck toothed boy sighed. Already the emotion of boredom had overtaken him as he stood there, patiently awaiting for his sister to return.

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After getting past Shaunie at the front door, the young blonde opened the door to Fanny's room. A small look of worry appeared on her face as she looked over to her friend, who lay on her bed dressed in her Rainbow Monkey nightgown. As for injuries, her left arm was tied in a sling, and bandages covered all the places on her hands, arms, legs, feet,back and face that had received scorch burns. Quietly walking through the door, Rachel walked over and took a seat on the foot of the bed. Upon seeing her friend, the Irish redhead could do nothing else but crack a small smile.

N86: Rachel!? Well isn't this a surprise.

N362: Why? Did you not think I was coming?

N86: Oh no, I knew you'd come. I just figured ye' wouldn't show up till' later.

N362: Well let's just say I was able to sneek out of Global Command for awhile. So, how are you feeling?

N86: Oh fine unless ye' count the fact that this arm will be out of commission for the next two weeks!

N362: At least it's better than winding up dead.

N86: But this is me' shootin' arm!

N362: Well then, it's a good thing I brought something to cheer you up.

Digging into the aquamarine bag, the young blonde began to pull out a present. This peeked Fanny's curiosity, as she began to wonder just what Rachel had gotten her. Seeing what came out of the bag however, made her smile as she stared at her one great obsession.

N86: Oh my god! It's the new 'Get Better Soon' Rainbow Monkey! Thank ye'!

The Irish redhead smiled with delight as she cuddled the pink stuffed animal, signifying her obsession with these cute, cuddly, yet annoying dolls. Upon seeing this, the young blonde couldn't help but burst into laughter. Her laughter came from the fact that she found her tough as nails friend's secret amusing, but also from the fact that she was happy knowing that she had cheered her friend up. Upon hearing her friend's laughter, Fanny called quits on the love fest, for she knew perfectly well the reason for Rachel's laughing fit.

N86: Eh...sorry.

N362: It's alright, I've gotten used to your obsession with these little guys. Besides, I'm just happy to see you alive and happy.

N86: Thanks. Say, Rachel.

N362: Yes Fanny?

N86: I know ye' pretty well, and I'm not sayin' that ye' didn't come to cheer me up. But...there's another reason behind your little visit...isn't there?

Silence filled the room as Rachel sit in shock, for her friend had hit the nail right on the head. She did have another reason for her visit, and that reason was to apologize to her friend. Although now she was beginning to hesitate, for she wasn't really sure. Would Fanny forgive her, or would she not? She didn't really know what the outcome would be, but ultimately she decided to give her answer regardless of what Fanny said. Her mind made up, the silence in the room was broken as she opened her mouth to speak.

N362: I'm sorry Fanny! I'm sorry that you were attacked! I'm sorry that you were even injured to begin with! I had no idea that she going to attack you, but if I had known she was targeting you as well I never would've-

N86: It's alright Rachel. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't even consider forgivin' them. But with you it's different because you're me idol...and me best friend.

N362: Thanks Fanny. Still, the fact that I'm her target is no excuse to make targets out of those I love.

N86: Wait...her primary target is you!?

N362: Unfortunately yes.

N86: Why is she targetin' ye? Let alone, why does she almost look exactlt like ye'?

N362: (sigh) Well, I was planning on telling you, so I guess you have a right to know. Although I warn you, it's quite a long story.

N86: I've got time.

N362: Alright then. Do you remember when Father zapped me with that ray gun?

N86:Yeah. Say, did ye' ever figure out what it is the gun took?

N362: Yes. What it took was...a part of my DNA.

N86: Your DNA?

N362: Yes. He then took that DNA and fused it with his blood sample. As a result, he created that girl you and I have both encountered, and that girl is my clone. She calls herself Rachelle.

N86: Rachelle!?

N362: Yes, Rachelle. Or at least that's what she told me when I had my first encounter with her.

N86: Wait...first encounter? So you two have crossed paths before?

N362: Well to put it bluntly...yes.

N86: When did this happen?

N362:Exactly five days ago. I was walking home from school the day after the invasion, when suddenly I recieved an anonymous text message. Aftrewards, I traced it back and found out that it came from Maurice.

N86: How did ye' figure out that the message came fro Maurice?

N362: Because he's our only active spy undercover that's not on vacation. That and he's the only Teens Next Door operative who has my cell phone number. Anyway, the text message read 'Beware of the darkness lurking in the shadows'. But before I could even begin to make sense of the message, she appeared right before me.

N86: I take it the two of ye' duked it out?

N362: Yes, we did. She almost got the upper hand, but fortunately my luck kicked in and I defeated her.

N86: She didn't hurt ye'...did she?

N362:Well my left arm became sore as a result of crashing into the nearby wall. But other than that, I came out alright.

N86: Guess that means she'll be a hard opponent to defeat. She has Father's powers, so that works out to her advantage.

N362: She doesn't just have Father's powers! She also has my intlligence, skills, abilities, knowledge, and memories! And that's what worries me most!

N86: How is that a problem?

N362: Because she knows everything I know! She'll use my knowledge to her advantage, which means that people I love will get caught in the crossfire! Think about it! She's already attacked you, you might be dead right now if I hadn't shown up and defeated her! And the problem now is that I don't know who her next target will be!

N86: So it's safe to say that everyone you love is a target?

N362: Yes, and that's not fair! I'm her primary target, therefore no one except me should fall victim to her wrath. Not my friends, not my family, and especially not-

But the sound of a fiery explosion cut the young blonde's sentence short as she and her friend looked out the bedroom window to see what was happening. Upon hearing a high pitched scream, Rachel felt her gut begin to flood with fright, for she'd recognize that scream anywhere.

N362: HARVEY!

End chap. 5

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Chap.6: Second Target

Outside, the black beauty known as Rachelle continued her almost flamingo dance like levitation as she threw fireballs towards her little opponent. Harvey on the other hand kept shooting his G.U.M.Z.O.O.K.A. at her, all the while trying to cautiously and cowardly dodge the fireballs she threw at him. This lasted for about a minute, or at least until Rachelle conjured up a huge fireball in her hands. Sending it to the ground, it impacted with a fiery explosion, one that sent Harvey across the street until he collapsed hard to the ground.

Sitting up from where he had landed, the buck toothed boy began to whimper in fear as the clone flew towards him, then kneeling down to face him. As she looked down upon him, Harvey felt his fear increase, for he knew that this was not his sister. While it was true that she looked like Rachel, even he felt a more...evil and sinister presence from this lookalike, and that's what truly scared him. His fear only increased however, as she put her gloved hand on his shoulder.

N363: No! No please! Don't hurt me!

Rachelle: Oh...now why would I ever want to hurt my darling...sweet little brother?

That said, the black beauty began to burn his shoulder, which caused him to howl in pain. Rachelle smiled evilly, amused by his pain. A few seconds later, the clone felt herself being kicked in the face, which sent her flying backwards. Catching herself via levitation, the clone looked up to see that the kick had been delivered by an enraged looking Rachel.

N363: Rachel!

Rachelle: Well...look who's back to spoil my fun.

Even as the clone spoke, Rachel did not move an inch. But upon allowing anger and agression to overrule her, the young blonde then ran towards Rachelle. Upon doing so, she sent a furry of kick and punches towards the black beauty, beginning the battle of fist and feet. The batle lasted for at least one minute, or at least until Rachel sent her most powerful punch towards her opponent. The clone however, caught the punch in her hand, throwing her into the ground shortly afterward. Rachel arose from where she landed in the now cratered tar road wincing slightly from the aches and pains she felt in her body from impact. Hearing a small, approaching hovering sound, she turned around to see an approaching Rachelle, fireball charged for the final assault.

Acting fast, the young blonde sent a powerful kick to her opponent's chest, once she was close enough. Then pulling out her Yield Staff, she proceeded to whack the black beauty in the face with the Yield sign, causing her to go flying hard into the ground. But as quick as Rachel was to land, Rachelle was quick to arise and face her opponent. An angry look was clearly detailed on the young blonde's face as the black beauty smirked evilly at her, in spite of the now sore imprinted bruise present on her cheek.

N362: I thought I told you to leave the people I love out of this!

Rachelle: And I thought I told you that hurting those you love most is more fun for me.

N362: Look, I don't care if you get pleasure out if it,but the fact remains that I'm your primary target! My loved ones should not have to suffer as a result of that.

Rachelle: True. But then again...I enjoy watching you suffer slowly. Although I will warn you to be careful...you never know when I might take something of high importance to you in the near future.

Before Rachel could even ask about that lat sentence's meaning, the clone snapped her fingers, vanishing instantly in a flash of smoke. Once she was gone, the young blonde tucked her staff back into her vest pocket and kneeled down to face Harvey. A look of concern became clear in her chocolate brown eyes as she studied the scorch burn present on her brother's shoulder.

N362: Are you alright Harvey? Does it hurt?

N363: I'm fine. And don't worry, it only hurts when I start to move it a lot.

N362:(sigh) You're lucky it's not 3rd degree burn or else that would really hurt.

Off-Screen: Rachel!

Upon hearing a familiar voice, the McKenzie siblings looked up to see Patton, dressed in his casual fonzie like outfit and running towards them. Once he was close enough, the young Drill Sergeant swiftly ceased his running, not even flinching once to catch his breath.

N362: Patton! What are you doing here?

N60: I saw the fiery expplosion on my way back from practice and wondered if there might be anything I could do to help. Are you two hurt by any chance?

N362: No. Aside from this scorch burn on Harvey's shoulder, we're fine.

N363: Wait...you live in Gallagher?

N60: Yeah, I live twelve blocks down from Sector V and Numbuh 86. Why, is there a problem with that?

N363: Oh no, I just figured that you lived somewhere else. And out of pure curiosity...what's with the Fonzie get up?

N60: Well what, do you expect me to where Arctic gear 24/7?

N363: You're wearing the same boots and back-pack you always wear!

N60: The back pack serves more than one purpose and you know it!

N362: Quit arguing! Patton, do you mind helping me carry Harvey into Fanny's house?

N60: Why, is he heavier than he looks?

N363: Very funny. So funny in fact I forgot how to laugh.

N60: Sure, I can help. Although if you don't mind me asking, what exactly happened here?

Upon hearing those words, Rachel fell silent as Patton helped her carry Harvey into the Fulbright residence. She really had hoped that she wouldn't have had to tell him of this situation, as she didn't want him risking his life for her to destroy this clone. But now the black beauty had already made a targets out of Fanny and Harvey, meaning that sooner or later she would target the raven haired boy, something the young blonde would not allow. Sighing, she looked up into the eyes of her boyfriend, prepared to give him her answer as worry became apparent on her beautiful face.

N362: Patton... I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell you about this. But now with the circumstances high, I'm afraid you need to know about what's going on...for your own safety.

End chap.6

Chap.7: Warning and Plotting

The word 'what' could be used for questioning or surprise. In fact, those were it's only two purposes. It served it's second purpose right now, as the word echoed through the quiet sanctum of Fanny's bedroom while Rachel continued to bandage the scorch burn on Harvey's shoulder.

N60: That gun stole a part of your DNA?!

N362: Yes. Using that, Father fused it with his own blood sample. Thus creating a clone version of me called Rachelle.

N60: Rachelle?

N362: Yes, Rachelle.

N363: Yeah, she looks like Rachel, only with black hair, black eyes, and a black dress. And she sounds like Rachel, only her voice is toned down and more seductive sounding. And she came out of nowhere and started attacking me with these fireballs! I wasn't even armed for crying out loud!

N362: Would you hold still?

N363: Oh come one, I just suffered a trammatic experience! Besides, you know I don't like being touched!

N362: Even so, hold still.

N363: Make me!

N362: HOLD STILL!

Upon hearing the increased volume in his sister's voice, the buck toothed boy ceased to fidgeting. As far as he was concerned, his sister was incredibly scary when she had lost her temper, and would become even more furious if he didn't listen. That said, he sat perfectly still so that he may avoid his sister's wrath. As this occurred, the young blonde quickly tied the last bit of bandage around his little shoulder.

N86: Now as a former nurse, I advise ye' don't move that shoulder too much for the next week or so.

N363: Please, I'll be fi-oww! Okay, I won't move it!

N86: That's what I thought ye' said.

N60: So I take it this wasn't your first encounter with the clone?

N362: No. My first encounter with the clone came five days ago. I was walking home from school when I received an anonymous text message, which I later found out came from Maurice.

N60: If it was anonymous then how did you figure out it came from Maurice?

N86: Cause he's the only Teens Next Door operative who has her cell phone number.

N60: Oh, right.

N362: Anyway, he sent me this weird message. But before I could even make sense of it, she appeared before me. Her primary target is me, but now she's making targets out of those closest to me as you can plainly see.

N60: She hasn't hurt you, has she?

N362: I've received a few brusis, but other than that I'm fine.

N60: You're sure?

N362: I'm positive. But thanks for your concren.

N60: You're welcome.

N363: Worrywart.

N60: Why am I a worrywart? Because I care wether my girlfriend's injured or not?

N363: Oh please. You spaz out if she even gets a scratch!

N60: I do not!

N363: Well in my opinion, you do.

N60: You better shut your mouth you little twerp before I shut it for you!

As the two began to bicker, Rachel could only feel her mind cloud up with negative thoughts. Looking over at the raven haired boy that was her lover, she could only feel fear and anxiety begin to build up inside of her. This clone was targeting those she loved most, and Patton was her number one person. It was only a matter of time before the balck beauty attacked him directly . Yet even though the young Drill Sergeant could very well defend himself, that's not what worried her. What worried her was what type of action the clone might take. What if she tried to seduce Patton? What if she succeeded and Patton rejected her? Then what would she do? Sighing, the young blonde got up from her place on the floor, preparing to cease the bickering between these two boys who loathed each other.

N362: Patton, can we step outside for a minute? I need to speak to you in private.

N60: Sure.

Grabbing him by the wrist, the young couple walked out of the room. This left the Irish redhead and the buck toothed boy to ponder what was going to happpened as the door closed. Fanny had a pretty good idea of what Rachel wanted to talk to Patton about, but Harvey was as clueless as clueless could get.

N363: Do you think Rachel's going to tell him not to try and stop the clone on his own?

N86: No...I don't think that's it.

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Meanwhile, Rachel and Patton now stood near the staircase proceeding to the bedrooms. A stern look was present on the young blonde's face as the raven haired boy stared at her, confused as to what she wanted to say.

N60: So...what is it you want to say that's so private?

N362: Just this. For the next little while, I want you to keep your guard up at all times if necessary.

N60: Okay...and why would that be?

N362: Patton, I love you more than my own life. The clone knows this and sooner or later she'll try and attack you to get to me!

N60: Rachel, you seem to be forgetting who you're talking to! I'm one of the Kids Next Door's most powerful fighters, I can defeat almost anything! Besides, you know I can take anything that Father dishes out!

N362: Patton, she has my fighting skills and probably knows your fight style the way I do! Not to mention that she has Father's powers, which makes her a difficult opponent to defeat!

N60: True, but I have defeated both you and Father in combat before! Therefore, she shouldn't be impossible for me to defeat!

N362: I never said she was impossible to defeat! Besides, that's not what worries me.

N60: Well then what does worry you?

N362: Oh...uh...I...

N60: Come on Rachel, you know you can tell me anything.

The young blonde gulped slightly as he put his hands on her shoulders. She didn't mean for him to hear that, and yet he did. As proof of this, he was now awaiting his answer. At first she considered lying to him about her answer, but how could she possibly lie to the man she loved? Knowing she couldn't, the young blonde sighed deeply as she looked into his gentle black eyes, preparing to give him her answer.

N362: Well it's just that...

N60: It's just what? What bothers you my angel?

N362: It's just that I'm afraid that...she might try and...seduce you.

N60: And why do you think she would do that?

N362: Think about it, you're the most important person to me. If she tricks you into falling for her, I'll be so heratbroken that I'll become disillusioned, making it easier for her to destroy me.

N60: That won't happen.

N362: But what if it did!?

N60: I can assure you I would never betray you that easily!

N362: Oh, and how do I know that for sure!?

N60: Look, someone could look, act, and sound like you! But as far as I'm concerned, there's only one Rachel McKenzie!

N362: But that's just the problem! She looks and acts like me! You could very well forget about me and run off with her!

N60: Why would-

N362: Listen to me! I lost you once, I didn't even know that I was in love with you when it happened. And now that I know how I feel...I don't intend to let it happen again. I know that's selfish...but I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you...

Patton couldn't help but feel sad as he saw sorrow become apparent on the young blonde's beautiful face. He understood where she was coming from, but he knew that any seduction technique or dirty move would not work on him. For as far as he was concerned, his heart, his whole being in fact, only belonged to her. Desiring to wash away her sorrow, the raven haired boy caressed her soft cheek with his hand and looked into her beautiful eyes, causing the young blonde to blush a light shade of pink.

N60: I understand your reasoning, but you don't have to worry about a thing...I promise.

N362: You can't promise me that.

N60: Yes I can...my only love...

Seeing the love in his eyes caused the sorrow that Rachel felt to fade, for she knew he spoke the truth. Moving closer to his handsome face, the young couple engaged into a short, but loving kiss. Breaking it a few seconds later, the two young lovers walked back to the Irish redhead's bedroom holding hands, temporarily putting the situation behind them.

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Meanwhile at the Delightful manor, Rachelle sat on the crimson sheeted bed in her bedroom, staring intently at the wall across from the bed. On the wall rest pinned up pictures, all of them pictures of people Rachel was close to, or had good friendships or aquaintances with. The black beauty smiled evilly as she studied the pictures, curious as to who her next target would be.

Rachelle: Now let's see, who can I target this time?

An evil smile was still visible on her face as she threw a dart towards Fanny's picture, the dart landing perfectly in the center of the picture.

Rachelle: I've already targeted the best friend.

As those words were spoken, the clone threw a dart towards Harvey's picture, this dart landing in the center of the picture as it had done before.

Rachelle: Attacking her little brother now is out of the question.

Picking up a few different darts, the black beauty sent them flying towards a picture of Sector V, as well as various other Earth sectors she had indirectly targeted. As with the past two pictures, these darts landed exactly in the middle of the picture.

Rachelle: Sector V should be dead by now. And if not, they'll probably begin to lose trust in their leader and friend. As will the rest of these sectors.

The black beauty smiled evilly as she reached for another dart. But upon feeling nothing but a soft bed sheet cover, surprise came to her as she saw that all her darts had been used.

Rachelle: Oh, it appears I've ran out of darts. And if I'm all out of darts...then that means I can proceed to the final step of my plan.

Getting up from her place on the bed, the black beauty walked over to the opposite wall. Shredding the one undarted picture off of the wall, she began to run over it with her slender fingers over the picture, all the while smiling evilly.

Rachelle: Once I seduce you, she'll crumble like a child that has lost their favorite toy. And when that happens...I'll destroy her...and then claim what I really want. (chuckles)

End chap.7

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Chap. 8: Retrieving The Prize

Arctic Base is always a busy environment. It is a place where villains are held prisoner, a place where some top secret information was kept, and it was a place where young cadets were trained to become strong and noble Kids Next Door operatives. The training ground however, was missing one vital component. It's leader. The reason for this was that Patton had to file some last minute paperwork. This forced him to leave his rather idiotic, but good hearted friend and second in command Jeffery, or Numbuh 600 in charge. While the blue eyed boy admitted that being a temporary Drill Sergeant was not his favorite job as Second in Command, he took it up anyway, as he would do anything to help his old friend.

At this point in time however, a hot chocolate break had indued as the cadets insisted on it. But before the blue eyed boy could even enjoy his steaming hot chocolate, he became concerned by a rather loud crash that came from the hangar. Rushing over towards the hangar, shock came to his face as he saw that the crashed vehicle was his Supreme Leader's R.O.A.D.S.T.A.R.. Shortly afterwards, Rachel herself arose from the vehicle, collapsing to the ground in a heap a few seconds later.

N600: Numbuh 362!

Rushing over towards her, he kneeled down and gently picked up his Supreme Leader's body. Bloody bruises covered her face and hands. And in a few instances, a few became apparant through her torn up vest. It wasn't much longer however, that she weakly opened her beautiful chocolate brown eyes, bringing a sigh of relief to the blue eyed boy.

N600: Sir, are you alright?

N362: I'll be fine. But you have to get up to Global Command immediately.

N600: Why? What happened?

N362: Sticky Beard and his pirate crew invaded Global Command, they wanted to claim our infinite candy supply for their own. We put up a fight, but there was just too many of them, we became outnumbered quickly. I however, managed to escape. Knowing that I'd needed to recruit help, I came down here to ask for your assistance.

N600: Of course we'll help. But, why didn't you contact us sooner?

N362: We tried to. But before we could, they shot at the central control sytem and knocked out all the power on the base.

N600: Did anyone else escape?

N362: No, they're still trapped on Global Command. That's why I ask of you now Numbuh 600, to go up there immediately! If you don't take any action now, there might not be a Global Command left.

N600: Alright! Just let me go get Numbuh 60.

N362: No! There's no time!

N600: But it's important that he know about this.

N362: What's more important!? Him being aware of the porblem, or going off to save your fellow operatives!?

Upon seeing the look in his Supreme Leader's eyes, the blue eyed boy realized that she was right. Quickly helping her up onto her feet, he ran over to the intercom and began to talk into the microphone, preparing to inform most of the base about the emergency.

N60: Attention all Kids Next Door Arctic operatives! We have a Triple Supreme Blueberry crisis on Global Command! This is not a drill! And as far as we know, it's not a trick by Father. Move out!

As those words were spoken, all the Arctic operatives and cadets began to single file into the docking bay. Grabbing all the weapons they could find, they began to head into the nearest vechicle. As this was happening, Jeff boarded one of the bases many S.C.A.M.P.E.R.'s. But before leaving, he turned back towards his Supreme Leader.

N600: You sure you''ll be fine down here sir?

N362: Don't worry, I'll be fine. But it's important that you waste no time, get up there now!

N600: Right. Kids Next Door Arctic Base, to the moon!

On his command, the various 2x4 technology machines flew out of the base, the operatives inside them ready to defend Global Command at all costs. Once they left, a creepy, yet sinister smile appeared on Rachel's beautiful face.

N362: Perfect.

Snapping her fingers, she became immediately encased in a ball of fire. Once that ball flickered out, out of the fire came Rachelle. Smiling evilly, the clone began to head towards a certain someone's office. Her so called R.O.A.D.S.T.A.R. disappearing as she advanced into the base.

Rachelle: Now we're all alone.

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Meanwhile, Patton sat at the desk in his office, filing the paperwork that Global Command needed from him by the end of today. The young Drill Sergeant had to admit that he enjoyed being on the battlefield and training cadets more, but never once cringed or hesitated, as he knew that filing paperwork came with the job. Signing his signature on the last dotted line, the raven haired boy got up from his desk and began to walk towards the door, curious as to the progress his friend was having with the cadets.

Off-Screen: Done with your paperwork I take it?

Surprised to hear a familiar voice, the young Drill Sergeant looked up to see a silhouetted figure standing in the doorway. Patton formed a smirk on his face as he recoginzed the silhouette's figure to be Rachel's, deciding to flirt/tease her for a bit as he always did.

N60: Yes. As a matter of fact, I just completed it a few minuites ago. How caring of you to notice.

'N362': Well of course I'm going to care, I am your Supreme Leader after all.

N60: Fair enough. Now, I understand that we have a date tonight, but you really didn't have to get all dolled up for me. You're always beautiful in my eyes.

'N362': Oh I know that. But I wanted to do nothing more than impress you.

That said, the silhouette figure entered the room. Upon coming into the lgiht, the young Drill Sergeant's face switched to a look of anger, as he realized from both the appearance, and the sinister presence that this was not his beloved.

Rachelle: Whats' with the angry look?

N60: You're not Rachel. You're that clone she told me about.

Rachelle: I see...so she's told you about me. Mind you, I'm sure you could've figured it out yourself. You are after all, much more intelligent than most people perceive you to be.

N60: Let's cut to the chase. What do you want from me?

Rachelle: Oh...I don't want anything from you. It's more that I...need you for something...

N60: Need me? Wait...you're going to use me to make destroying Rachel easier, aren't you?

Rachelle: Why of course. It'll be easier to destroy her if I turn you against her.

N60: One, that will never happen. And two, you disgust me.

Rachelle: Why? Because Father and I both wish to annihilate your lover?

N60: Father's reason for hating her is so childish. Almost being stuffed with broccoli is no reason to claim vengeance on someone. Besides, in your case, you're just programed to hate her.

Rachelle: True. But programed or not, I will carry out my plan to annihilate her.

N60: And I suppose after you 'succeed', you'll dispose of me as well.

Rachelle: Oh, now why would I do that? After all, you are a wonderful human being. And not to mention, irresistibly handsome.

Walking over towards him, the black beauty rested her one gloved hand on his muscular chest. This surprised Patton, as he had not expected this kind of behavior from her.

Rachelle: How about I make you a deal. After I do away with your beloved...you become all mine?

N60: Hate to burst your bubble, but I'm only loyal to one woman.

Rachelle: Oh, you should just forget about her. I can give you so much more than she ever could.

N60: I don't need to be pampered in order to be happy.

Rachelle: I really think you should consider it.

N60: If you're urging me to consider it, then give me three reasons as to why I should abandon Rachel, and run off with you.

Rachelle: You're hot.

N60: Oh...ah...hehehe...

Rachelle: You have a handsome face.

N60: Eh hahaha...well,uh...

Rachelle: You have great looking hair.

N60: Okay, you got me there. But...it's still not enough for me to condiser you offer.

Rachelle: I suppose not. But you really should consider. With your brute strength and loyalty, and my intelligence and beauty... we could make beautiful music together.

N60: Sorry, but my heart only beats for smart, blonde and beautiful.

Rachelle:(sigh) Too bad...

Holding out her gloved hand, a small flame emerged from it, the flame immediately transforming into a golden plated tube of lipstick. As she applied the black lipstick to her lips, the raven haired boy stared at her confusion, as he wasn't sure if she was attempting to kiss him, or do something else.

Rachelle: I didn't want to have to resort to this.

N60: Resort to-

But before he could finish his sentence, the clone delivered a passionate kiss directly to his lips. Surprised yet angered by this, Patton began his attempt to brake the kiss. But not too soon after, the young Drill Sergeant began to feel sleepy. He tried hard to fight his oncoming drowsyness, but it was no use as his eyelids drooped shut, signifying his entrance into peaceful slumber. Braking the kiss, Rachelle caught his body before it could collapse to the ground. As she did so, she coudn't help but smile evilly as she held his unconscious body in her slender arms.

Rachelle: I didn't want to have to resort to knock out lipstick. Although I must admit, you do look so adorable when you're asleep. And now that I have you in my clutches...it's time for phase 2.

End chp. 8


Chap. 9: Ransom

The day seemed like a normal day for Rachel, as she bustled around the main bridge of Global Command, proceeding to complete the list of priporities she had that day. Yet although she kept herself busy with her responsibilities, her mind was elsewhere, worrying about Patton and the clone. She knew that she really shouldn't worry too much, as Patton only had eyes for her. But it still worried her about the clone's priorities, and what she might do. Deciding to get her mind off this, she began to skim the papers on the clipboard in her hand. Yet as she skimmed through, one thing came into realization. Many of these papers were missions she did not remember sending out. Since she was rather confused by this, the young blonde stopped an oncoming Herbie to ask him a question about it, as she figured he might know he cause of this.

N362: Excuse me, Numbuh 65.3?

N65.3: Yes sir?

N362: Do I have this right? Missions to Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran even?

N65.3: Yeap, that's right. Why, is something wrong sir?

N362: Oh no, it's just...I don't remember sending these missions out.

N65.3: I do. In fact, you came into my office and almsot scared the crap out of me when you gave them to me.

N362: I did? Oh, firgive me Herbie. I've been frather stressed out lately, so my memorey's probably not functioning properly.

N65.3: It's alright.

Rachel smiled at him as she turned her head to face the clipboard once more. But as she did, all Herbie could do was look sadly at her. He wasn't sure what was happening to his superior, as she seemed to be developing a more sinister attitude in the last little while. And with this sinister presence developing, the plump boy wondered if it was possible that she may be beginning to turn to the dark side. Yet before he could do more pondering, he went back to his desk to finish up some work he needed done. But as he did, a strong, familiar voice rang through both the bridge, and Rachel's ears.

Off-Screen: Numbuh 362!

Recognizing the voice's British accent, the young blonde turned around to see the six members that made up Sector V walking into the room. Nigel, Hoagie, Kuki, Wally, and Abigail, or Numbuhs 1 through 5 looked rather pissed off and enraged as they walked closer towards their superior. The only one who didn't seem overly angered, was their recent sixth member Alex, or Numbuh 273, the telekinetic mutant of Sector V.

N273: Mo, just wait for a minute Uno-san!

N1: No, not this time.

N273: But-

N1: No!

Seeing that they seemed rather pissed off, Rachel remained stern and calm as they finally approached her from a close distance. She knew it wouldn't be easy dealing with six seemingly angered operatives, but knew she had to try and calm them down. After all, they were't just a sector to her, they were also her friends.

N362: Hello Sector V. What can I do for you?

N4: I'll tell ya' what you can do. You can go jump in the Arctic water and take your mission specks with you!

N362: What?

N3: Don't give us that crud! You know very well what you did!

N362: What exactly have I done?

N1: Let me see if I can refresh your memory then. For the last few days, you've been sending us, as well as several other field sectors on dangerous missions to the Middle East!

N362: What are you talking about? I haven't sent any sectors to that part of the world.

N273: See, she didn't send us there.

N1: Two-Seventy-Three, I'm afraid I'm not going to be easily presuaded by lies. So I advise you stay out of this one.

N273: But Uno-san-

N1: Shut your mouth before I shut it for you!

N273: How about you shut your mouth before I decide to kick you in the-

N5: Alright you two, break it up! Alex, let Numbuh handle this. He knows what he's doin'.

N273: But Lincoln-sama-

N5: Let him handle this!

Alex wanted to try so hard to resist. She wanted so much to rebel against her leader and defend the first friend she ever made. But upon hearing the spunky African-American's request to stop, the mutant brunette ceased to rebelling, as she couldn't deny anything Abigail said, mostly due to her fan girl crush on her.

N5: Now Numbuh 362, we've always stood up fo' and believed in ya'. But now with the circumstances the way they are, Numbuh 5, as well as her team and a lot of other earth sectors, are beginnin' ta' wonder if we should trust ya' anymore.

N362: If that's the case then maybe you should switch your way of thinking because I never sent you, or any field sectors to that part of the world!

N1: Somehow I find that hard to believe!

N362: Think about it Nigel! Why would I send one of my sectors to a place I know for a fact is so dangerous that you'd stand a risk of dying!?

N1: You know what Rachel, I did think about that. At first I thought it just might be a mistake. But as I pondered it more, I came to the conclusion that perhaps maybe being Supreme Leader has gone to your head!

N362: I can't believe you would cirum to that conclusion! I'm your friend, I'd never put you in harms way.

N1: Oh really? If you were our friend, you wouldn't have sent us there in the first place! Be barely got out of there alive, and it almost cost Numbuh 2 his life!

N2: Technically he's exagerating. I just broke my arm.

N4: Yeah, but you can't steer as good with only one arm.

N2: Well it does have it's downside.

As the two friends began to talk, pondering came to the young blonde's mind as she stared at the plump piolet's slung left arm. It was the same arm that Fanny had broken, the same one that the clone had damaged. Upon putting two and two together, realization became apparant on Rachel's face as she now understood what was happening.

N362: The clone!

N3: What clone?

N362: My clone. She must have disguised herself as me and sent out those mission specks.

N1: Oh please Rachel. After everything that's happened, do you honestly expect me to believe this story?

N273: Believe it Uno-san, she's telling the truth.

N4: How would you know?

N273: My Aura Compatibility. Gives me the power to sense people's emotions, presence, and wether they're lying or not. Remember?

N1-5: Oh, right.

N2: If you knew that, then why didn't you tell us that sooner?

N273: I tried to! But no, god forbid you listen to the mutant for once!

N3: I believed you Two-Seventy-Three.

N273: Sanban-san, I appreciate your comforintg. But honestly, how dumb do you think I am?

N3: Okay, I didn't believe you.

N1: Hehehehe...Rachel, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to act out like that, but I just felt so betrayed and-

N362: Apology accepted Nigel, I understand. Still though, I had virtually no idea that she was targeting you guys and other Earth sectors as well.

N5: If I may ask Numbuh 362, just how long has this whole clone thang' been goin' on fo'?

N362: Close to one week. How it happened was that Father zapped me with a ray gun that stole part of my DNA. Fusing that with his own blood sample, he created a clone version of me named Rachelle.

Sector V: Rachelle?

N362: Yes, Rachelle. Anyway my first encounter with her came as I was walking home from school one day. I received a weird anonymous text message, but before I could make any sense of it, she appeared before me. We battled for a little bit with me coming out as the victor. She's been targeting me ever since.

N3: So that's why Numbuh 86 was out fo commission for a few days.

N4: Good riddance! It was nice not having that loud mouthed, obnoxious, stupid girl around to yell at us every two minutes.

Off-Screen: Mind sayin' that again shortie?

N4: Sure, Ah-She's standing right behind me, isn't she?

Off-Screen: No. I'm in front of ya'!

Wally couldn't help but emit a small scream as he realized that the Irish redhead stood to face him. Her usual, enraged look was clearly detailed on her freckled face as she stared at him loathingly.

N273: Hi 86-chan! How's your arm doing?

N86: It's gettin' better. And don't call me that!

N2: Hey Numbuh 86, we both have our left arms broken. Guess that makes us arm partners, ey to-

N86: If ye' know what's good for ye' Gilligan, ye' won't call me toots again!

N2: Ah, lightn up. I'm just having a little fun is all.

N86: Well I don't care! Just don't call me that again or else!

N1: Anyway, I'm still curious as to why your clone sent us to Afghanistan.

N362: I wouldn't know Nigel. Maybe she thought that by sending field sectors on dangerous missions it would either A)Kill them. Or B) it would cause those sectors to lose trust in me, which would make the Kids Next Door begin to crumble. She probably also did it because...you guys are my friends.

N2: Why would you think that?

N362: Because she keeps targeting not just me, but those I love as well. As proof, she's targeted the six of you, and Fanny.

N1: Has she targeted anyone else.

N362: She targeted Harvey not long ago.

N3 & 273: She targeted your little brother!

N1: I can't believe I'm saying this, but is he alright?

N362: He's fine, he just recieved a sorch burn on his shoulder.

N273: Well that's a relief.

N5: So if she's targetin'; those ya' love, then Numbuh 60's a guaranteed target?

N362: Yes. But her viciously attacking him isn't what bothers me.

N4: Well what does bother you then?

N362: What bothers me is that she might try and...seduce him. I know that's ludicrous because Patton loves me, but she looks, sounds, and acts like me...he could very well forget about me...and run off with her...

N65.3: Sir, I hate to interrupt, but I just got off the phone with Numbuh 600. All of Arctic Base is here.

N362: Why is all of Arctic Base here?

N65.3: Apparently Numbuh 600 thought an invasion was breaking out here.

N362: Invasion? Did they get tricked again?

N65.3: I don't know. But what's even weirder, is that Numbuh 60's not with them.

N362: Why isn't Numbuh 60 with them?

N65.3: Not sure.

A strange sound filled the Irish redhead's ears as the plump boy continued to talk to his superior. Recognizing it as the fax machine, she walked over to it and pulled the piece of paper out of the machine. However, a look of horror became apparent in her emerald green eyes as she read the paper's text.

N86: Sir! It's a fax from Arctic Base! I think ye' might want ta' take a look at it.

Taking the paper from her friend's hand, horor became apparent on Rachel's face as she read the paper. The message read ' I have your precious hero. If you ever want to see him again, come to the mansion for our next battle of fist and feet'. Although the paper had no signature, she knew immediately that it was a randsom from the clone. Feeling her wave of horror being replaced by a wave of anger, the young blonde shred the paper in two as she clenched her hands into fists, and enraged look clearly detailed in her beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

N362: That's it! This time she's gone too far!

End chap.9

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Here comes chapters 10 and 11. Enjoy!

Chap.10: The Lover's Showdown P1

Light came into perspective as Patton opened his gentle black eyes, awakening from his deep slumber. Feeling queasy, he went to put his hand to his head, but couldn't for some reason. Looking down, the raven haired boy realized that his hands had been tied down to a fancy, golden plated metal chaired in a fancy bedroom complete with a balcony. Determined to break free, he began to try and use his brute strength to break free of the ropes that bound him. However, he ceased his attempt as he heard the door creep open. Upon seeing that person to be Rachelle, the young Drill Sergeant did nothing but glare.

N60: You.

Rachelle: Oh good, you're up. I was beginning to wonder if the sedative had too much of an effect on you. And I must say, you look absolutely sexy in black.

N60: Black?

Looking over into the miror directly oposite of him, the young Drill Sergeant found that he was now wearng a white buttoned shirt, complete with a sashay. He wore a black jacket with an attached cape complete with crimson lining, and white gloves. His pants were black, and the shoes that complimented them were brown. Seeing these cloths on him not only freaked him out, but it also forced him to become even more enraged with the clone than he had been before.

N60: What the hell did you dress me up in!?

Rachelle: Clothing that compliments my dress. After all, I think that partners should wear similar clothing. Won't you agree.

N60: Sorry. But I'm afraid you little fantasy's about to draw to a close.

Rachelle: I don't think so. You'll need a sharp object to cut through those ropes. And I'm afraid the only nearest sharp object is in my possession.

Patton felt his gut fill with surprise as she held up his black handled sword, safely tucked away in it's sheath, in her gloved hands.

N60: My sword!

Rachelle: You won't be needing this now...will you?

That said, the clone threw sword over the balcony, where it landed safely in the garden.This caused Patton to feel rather uneasy now, as that was his only means of escape unless he really tried hard to break the ropes with his own hands was gone. However, she had planned everything to make sure that his escape was not possible, something the raven haired boy felt he should have expected, as she possessed Rachel's intelligence.

Rachelle: Your lover...she'll be here soon. Of course, that doesn't mean we don't have time for a little...romance.

Using her telekinesis, the door, window, and door leading to the balconey( as well as the curtains) all closed shut, causing Patton to gulp. As she walked towards him, the young Drill Sergeant continued his attempt to use his brute strength to break the ropes. However, his attempt was cut short as the clone rested herself in his lap, resting her one gloved hand on his chest. Discomfort however, immediately came to him as she moved her other hand towards his shirt.

N60: Hey! What the hell are you-

But as she began to unbutton his shirt, the raven haired boy stopped himself as he had now received his answer. Upon completely unbuttoning his shirt, the black beauty rested her head on his now exposed muscular chest as she ran her slender fingers over his muscles. This caused the raven haired boy even more comfort.

Rachelle(sigh) Your body...it's so strong and muscular, perfect for defending the one you hold dear to your heart. I'll admit your muscles aren't overly bulcky...but neither are they overly muscular...they're perfect...

The discomfort the young Drill Sergeant felt only increased as she planted kisses on his neck. Moving up towards his face, the clone looked into his eyes, all the while resting her gloved hand om his cheek.

Rachelle: Your face...so handsome, it's almost as if it were carved by angles. Your eyes...such an abnormal color, yet so strong and gentle...I fear I'd become lost in them if I weren't too careful.

Reaching down, the black beauty progressed towards his lips. Immediately, this caused Patton the most discomfort of all, for he knew what her next move was to be.

Rachelle: Your lips...so juicy and tender...they know how to kiss. And now they're all mine to caress...

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Rachel silently moved through the garden of the Delightful manor, hoping she wouldn't slip up and be caught, for she hadn't done any sneaking around for a long time. What she wore was her full samurai armor, complete with her Yield staff, which was safely tucked away in her orange backpack. Stealthily moving out of the bushes, confusion became clear on the young blonde's face as she noticed a sheathed sword lying on the ground. Picking it up, she immediately recognized it from the sheath's design and sword handle to be Patton's sword.

(N362: Hmm. Guess that means they're close by.)

Seeing the balcony above, Rachel pulled out a grappling hook from her backpack. Throwing it up to the balcony, the hook securely latched onto one of the railings. Putting the sword in her backpack, the young blonde began to climb up to the balconey, praying that she wasn't too late as she did.

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Meanwhile in the bedroom, Rachelle closed her eyes as she began to move her lips closer to Patton's, preparing to kiss him. As this occurred, the raven haired boy continued his attempt to break free of the ropes that bound him. At first, his attempt seemed hopeless. But upon feeling the clone's lips touch his own lips, the young Drill Sergeant pulled together all the strength he could muster into his arms, finally breaking free of the ropes. Pushing the clone off of him, he kicked her into the wall opposite of them, then running up to the wall and pinning her via the shoulders. A look of shock became apparent on the clone's face as she looked at Patton, who was panting heavily. Upon catching his breath, the raven haired boy began to speak to her in a rather harsh sounding tone.

N60: Let's get something straight here. You may look like her, talk like her, and act like her. You may very well be her with a similar form. But I ONLY love Rachel!

Upon hearing those words, a look of sorrow became apparent on Rachelle's face. This was something that even though it confused Patton, he paid barely any mind to it. But even so, the clone began to talk once more, as she saw her plan crumbling before her.

Rachelle: But...but that's impossible. You shouldn't be able to resist me. I...I look like her. Surely her beauty is enough to seduce you?

N60: It is...but that's not the only reason I love her.

Rachelle: Well then...why do you love her?

N60:( sigh) I won't lie. I do love Rachel for her beauty...but I also love her for her inner beauty even more. She' so smart, and stern, and assertive, and powerful, and commanding, and sophisticated, and brave, and feisty, and relentless. But she's also so sweet, and kind, and nurturing, and selfless, and warm. She's a wonderful person...wonderful enough that she captured my heart. That said, I will never love another woman.

Rachelle: Never?

N60: Never! It doesn't matter wether it's a clone or someone with the same presence and appearance. Rachel is my first and only love, and I would never abandon her for some heartless clone!

Upon hearing his last words, anger began to fill up inside of the black beauty. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she forcefully pushed him back into the chair, anger clearly detailed in her black eyes. This left Patton stunned, as he had not expected her to start behaving this way.

Rachelle: Wether you love me or not, I will make you mine! All...mine.

Of-Screen: I don't think so.

Surprised to hear a familiar voice in the room, both Patton and Rachelle turned around to see who it was that had interrupted 'their' little make out session. Sure enough, that person was none other than Rachel, a look of pure anger clearly detailed on her face as she stared at Rachelle. The clone however, smiled evilly back as she got off of Patton, and walked towards her foe.

Rachelle: Well, look who's here. I assume you got my ransom note?

N362: Oh I got it alright. You've got a lot of nerve to do something like this.

Rachelle: Well..what can I say? When you've got it, you've got it.

N362: You know, after the ZERO incident, I never thought I'd meet another villain more greedy, evil, and ungrateful than Grandfather. Now I see I was wrong.

Rachelle: Oh...and how so?

N362: Because of everything you've done! All the cruel, twisted, ungrateful things you've done not just to me, but to those I love and the organization that can't be so easily forgiven! It was bad enough that you attacked my best friend and my little brother, it was even worse hat you tried to destroy the Kids Next Door by posing as me! But abducting the man I love and trying to seduce him is low, even for a clone like you!

Rachelle: Well I must say, it was more entertaining to torture you in a more...untraditional manner. After all, in spite of how strong you are physically and mentally, emotionally you're as fragile as glass.

N362: You really have no sympathy for anyone, do you?

Rachelle: Of course I don't, I'm programmed to be this way.

N362: That's exactly what I mean, you're programmed to be heartless! You're even programmed to hate me for that matter!

Rachelle: True. But programmed or not, I will carry out my plan to annihilate you.

N362: And that's why I must put an end to our feud.

Upon hearing those words, the black beauty stared in confusion at her opponent as she reached over into her backpack. Pulling out her Yield Staff, the young blonde slung the backpack to the ground and pointed her staff at the clone. Anger and determination were clearly detailed in her beautiful chocolate brown eyes as she did so.

N362: What I'm about to do goes against everything I believe in, and all of my moral values. But for the sake of the people I love and other innocent lives, I have no choice but to take you down myself! I may be doing this partly out of my own selfishness, but if your rampaging continues to put innocent lies on the line, then the only way to stop you is to take you out permanently!

Once she had said her piece, a moment of silence broke out between the two opponents. However, that silence was ended as Rachelle chuckled, smiling evilly in the process.

Rachelle: Very well then...if it's a showdown you want, then it's a showdown you'll get.

Upon snapping her fingers, the black beauty became encased in a ball of fire. After a few seconds or so, the flame flickered out to reveal Rachelle wearing Rachel's exact outfit. Only her bodysuit was black, with blue glove lining, and on her helmet rested two blue samurai blades. This was something that left both Rachel and Patton in shock.

Holding her hand up, the clone sent a blast of fire towards her opponent, which sent the young blonde flying off of the balconey. Upon seeing his, horror became apparent in Patton's eyes as he saw his angel go flying to her possible doom.

N60: Rachel!

Determined to save his beloved, the raven haired boy got up from the chair and ran towards the balcony. However, he was stopped by Rachelle, who used her telekinesis to shut the door, melting the door knobs afterwards to ensure he would not escape.

Rachelle: You wait here. I'll be back soon enough.

Back flipping off of the balcony, the black beauty safely landed onto her feet. She looked up to face Rachel, who also had landed safely to her feet. Forming a Yield Staff with a purple sign and boxing glove from her fire, the clone went into battle stance, a sinister look clearly detailed on her beautiful face.

Rachelle: So...shall we begin?

Hearing this statement, the young blonde went into battle stance as well, a look of anger and determination clearly detailed on her beautiful face.

N362: Let's.

End chap.10


Chap.11: The Lover's Showdown P2

Silence arose in the garden as the two girls stood in battle stance, preparing to attack at any given moment. Upon seeing the clone advance towards her, Rachel leaped towards her opponent, beginning the battle. The two opponents stuck to the very basic fight of fist and foot as the battle raged on, clashing their staffs every now and then for both offensive and defensive purposes. The battle raged on for about one to two minutes, or at least until the clone grabbed Rachel by the right hand, which held her staff. Smiling evilly, Rcahelle submerged her opponent's hand in flame, which caused the young blonde to scream in pain. Letting go of her staff, Rachel dropped to her one knee as she clutched her wounded hand. As she did so, she looked up to see her opponent, who did nothing more than giggle at her.

Rachelle: Guess it's true what they say. Newer models are better than older models.

Feeling insulted by that comment, Rachel allowed anger to overrule her as she sent a violent punch towards Rachelle. The black beauty however, dodged the attack and began to fight back as a more intense, and violent brawl broke out between the two. After a minute or so, Rachel went to deliver a powerful kick to Rachelle's head, leaping into the air in order to do so. However, before that could occur, the black beauty leapt up and kicked Rachel across the stomach, grabbing her by the wrist and bringing her down to her feet.

Rachelle: I'm afraid you won't smell victory this time.

That said, Rachelle punched her opponent in the face, causing her to collapse to the ground. Now using a combination of her pyrokinisis and her martial arts training, she became an unstoppable force of nature. Rachel tried hard to fight back, but her own mobility was no match for her opponents mobility. And thus, the young blonde began to take quite the beating. Back in the bedroom, fear, an emotion that rarely overcame Patton had possessed him as he watched his beloved being beaten to a pulp. He wanted so much to break free from this 'prison', and punish the clone for hurting Rachel. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open the now broken door.

The raven haired boy's fear however, only increased as he saw a fiery explosion indue. As the flame settled down, Patton felt his fear increase once more as he saw Rachel lying lieflessly on the ground. Her body was covered with bloody bruises, and Rachelle was walking towards her with a large fireball in her hand, smiling evilly as she preapred to finish the young blonde off. Desperate to save his beloved, the young Drill Sergeant began to shake the door again, only caring about Rachel at this point. Eventually though, he gave up, as he realized that it wasn't doing any good. All hope seemed lost, until Patton saw something peeking out of Rachel's bag. Recognizing it as his sword, he pulled it out and unsheathed his blade.

Slicing the lock in two, he kicked the door open. Climbing onto the railing, the young Drill Sergeant quickly looked over his surroundings, then proceeding to black flip off of the balcony. As Rachelle advanced towards her opponent, she couldn't help but feel another presence from above her. Curious, she looked up to see that the presence belonged to a battle ready Patton. Grabbing the sword handle with his other hand, the raven haired boy pulled the blade down. Within just six strokes, he had been able to inflict damage upon the clone's chest, arms and face. Rachelle collapsed to the ground as she clutched her wounds, Patton staring at her loathingly. He then ran over to Rachel, collapsing to his knees as he cradeled her body in his arms. Although happy that she was alive, he couldn't help but feel guilt wash over him as he looked at her bruised body.

N60: Oh Rachel...Rachel I'm so sorry I couldn't help you!

N362: No, no it's okay.

N60: No it's not! If I had escaped sooner, you wouldn't-

N362: I know. But the important thing is that I'm alive. Besides...I'm just glad I got here in time before anything else happened...

Smiling at each other, the raven haired body gently took her burnt hand into his. He then moved his handsome face closer towrads her beautiful face, preparing to lead her into a passionate kiss.

Off-Screen: No...

Upon hearing a faint voice not too far away, the young couple turned their heads to see Rachelle. A look of sorrow clearly detailed on her beautiful face as her clothes dissolved, forming back into her normal attire.

Rachelle: Why...why is it that I can't have you?

N60: Because like I told you, Rachel is my only love.

Rachelle: But that';s not fair! I should be able to have you! I could make you happy! Why won't you just give me a chance!?

As those words were spoken, Rachel began to feel sorrow come to her as she saw what was in the clone's eyes, a mixture of unrequited love and heart break. It was only then that the young blonde realized what it was that had driven the clone through this final phase of her plan, and it made her saddened her to see that she possessed the one thing the clone couldn't have.

(N362: Rachelle...)

Off-Screen: Hmm, guess my prediction did become reality.

Upon hearing an evil, familiar sounding voice, both the young couple and Rachelle turned to face Father. An evil smirk formed under his suit as he stood to face the three youngsters.

N60 & 362: Father!

Rachelle: Master. What are you doing here?

Father: Not much, I just came to see how the battle was going. Now I was hoping that when you kidnaped that punk that your little defect wouldn't have kicked in, looks like it has though.

Rachelle: Defect?

N362: What are you talking about Father?

Father: You see, when I stole that piece of DNA from you, I got everything I wanted from you. Your intelligence, your skills, your appearance, everything that makes your who you are except for your good heart. However, after I created Rachelle, I checked over the DNA sample to make sure that it hadn't left anything out. And as it turns out, it appears that one small thing slipped in there.

N60: Rachel's love for me.

Father: Precisely. I was going to remove it, but then I figured it would be better to leave it there. I was hoping that it wouldn't have started to take over her, but now I see it has. And since she can't even finish the job now, I'll finish it for her.

N60: You're not finishing anything once I-

N362: Wait!

Bringing herself up to her feet, Rachel stood to face her enemy as the raven haired boy held her up. A look of anger and determination was clearly visible in her eyes as she stared at the fiery demon.

N362: I'll finish this...I am after all, the one you want dead.

Father: Well, nice to see you finally accepting your fate.

N60: I don't think so!

Letting go of Rachel, the young Drill Sergeant began to run towards Father, preparing to assault him with every move he had. The fiery demon however, smiled evilly as he held out his hand, emitting a beam of fire that sent Patton colliding into the ground. Creating a sharp fire shard in his hand, Father sent it towards his opponent. All Rachel and Rachelle could do was scream out the raven haired boy's name as the shard pierced through his left arm, causing him to scream in pain.

N362 & Rachelle: Patton!

Enraged by this action, Rachel put herself into battle stance. But before she could proceed to make her assault, Father threw a fireball towards his opponent, backing her up into the house wall. The fire then morphed into chains around her wrists and ankles, binding her to the wall. As the young blonde struggled to break free of the chains that bound her, the fiery demon began to form a bow and arrow created from his flame. A feeling of horror began to fill the guts of both Rachel and Patton as Father raised his bow, pointing the arrow towards her.

Father: You know while I am disappointed in Rachelle, I'm rather proud of her. I mean after all, she wakened you enough that killing you will be an easy task.

N60: No! Father please, don't kill her! I beg you!

Father: Don't worry. I'll send you a copy of the obituary.

N60: NOOOO!

But as that word escaped his mouth, Father released the arrow from the bow. As the arrow zipped towards the wall, Rachel bravely, yet cowardly closed her eyes as she accepted her fate. Yet even though she heard the sound of an arrow piercing through a chest, she became surprised to find that it wasn't her own chest. Opening her eyes, both the young blonde and Patton became horrified to find that the arrow had pierced right through Rachelle, who had decided to intervene.

N60 & 362: Rachelle!

A second later, the black beauty collapsed to the ground in a heap. Wanting to help her clone, the young blonde used all the strength she had left to break the chains that bounded her to the wall. Landing onto her feet, Rachel ran over to Patton. Kneeling down, she helped him gently pull the fire shard out of the ground, which immediately dissolved the moment she touched it. Seeing Rachelle,, the young couple quickly crawled over to her. Rachel then picked her up in her arms, hoping that she wasn't dead.

N362: Rachelle...are you alright?

Rachelle: Well, that depends. I wouldn't consider being fatally stabbed in the chest as alright.

N362:(chuckles) I guess so. Listen, Rachelle, I'm so sorry! I-

Rachelle: It's alright. However, I need you...to listen to me now. Don't get me wrong, I still...despise you. But...the only reason I saved you was...for...him. I realized his love was not a luxury I could afford, for he loves you. And so...I took my life...where yours should have gone. Because I knew...that if you died, he would die as well. However, I know that this one good deed... can not atone for all the sins I've committed...against you and your loved ones.

N362:(sniffles) I understand.

Rachel felt hot tears beginning to form in her beautiful chocolate brown eyes as she stared at the clone, for she knew perfectly well that there was nothing they could do to save her. Weakly sitting herself up, the black beauty turned her head towards Patton as she rested her one gloved hand on his cheek, surprising him. As she did, her body began to slowly deteriate, signifying that she didn't have much tmie left.

Rachelle: Patton...

N60: Yes Rachelle?

Rachelle: I may have just been a souless imitation of the one you love...but I was able to feel human emotion, even if...it wasn't my own. I ask you...not to love me, but to remember...the deed I did for you...I love you...

That said, the clone moved her lips closer towards the raven haired boy's lips, preparing to kiss him. But before she could even touch his lips, her body deteriated completely and collapsed to the ground in it's original form, which had been Rachel's white DNA and Father's blood sample. A moment of silence broke out around the area as Rachel and Patton stared at the remains of the clone, regret clearly shining in both their sets of eyes as they did. The silence however, was broken once Father himself spoke up.

Father: Hmm. I guess that little glitch caused more trouble than I expected.

Feeling the same surprise and shock that they were, the fiery demon decided to call it quits for today. His mind made up, he activated his flight abilities and flew off. Once he left, another moment of silence endured. Or at least it did until Rachel began to cry, for she could not hold back the hot tears forming in her eyes any longer. Upon seeing her like this, Patton felt his heart break, for he hated to see Rachel cry. Desiring to comfort her, the raven haired boy embraced her into a tight hug and held her lovingly as she continued to cry, mourning the death of a villain she had begun to feel sympathy for.

End chap.11

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Her comes the final chapter, hope you all enjoy!

Chap.12: Retaliating The Damage Done

Nearly one week later, all Kids Next Dor operatives were seated in the stadium like structure that was the Kids Next Door Super Convention Center located in uptown Manhattan. Some would question as to why they needed a convention center when Global Command was already big enough, but even those people knew that the convention center had its uses. It served as a greeting ground for parties and events too huge for Global Command to handle. It also served as a temporary Global Command, in case the real Global Command was under major construction, a purpose it had served well in the aftermath of the ZERO incident. Like the curious children they were, all the operatives present there were all chatting about, curious as to what their Supreme Leader had called them all here for. However, none were as curious as the Supreme Leader's good friends of Sector V.

N1: I wonder why Numbuh 362 called us all here for?

N2: Maybe she's going to promote my new booger substitute to the entire Kids Next Door!

N3,N5, N273: Eww!

N4: No Way! I don't know why she called us here, but it's defenitely not for that!

N273: Wow Beatles-san, you're actually using your brain today.

N4: What are you talking about? I always use my brain. It's my main tool of action.

N3:(chuckles) Wally really does use his brain, doesn't he?

N273: Oh please Sanban-san. If he actually used his brain, he'd get C's instead of F's.

N4: Shut your trap Two-Seventy-Three!

N5: Anyway, Numbuh 5's been thinkin' that she might have called us here because of dat' whole clone thang'.

N1: Oh, that's right.

N273: I wonder if Rachel-san had any success in defeating the clone?

N4: I sure hope she beat the crud out of that clone!

N3: Yeah! We almost got killed because of her!

N2: But at least she'd been warned of the clone. She owes a big thanks to whoever told her of the clone's existence.

N1: Yeah, but it still seems a little odd that the person wouldn't have just told her in mere public.

N5:(chuckles) Yeah. I guess they was just scared of being exposed to da' enemy is all.

Both the British bald boy and the plump pilot turned around at that sentence, suspicion clearly detailed in their eyes. The smile on her beautiful face indicated that the spunky African American had figured out who it was that sent the text mesage. However, they knew that she would keep her lips sealed about the person, and decided to go back to buisness. Most people would have suspected another operative or spy having sent her the message, but since Abby was one of the only few field operatives who knew of the Teens Next Door's existence, it wasn't hard for her to figure out that it had been Maurice who had sent Rachel the text message. A few seconds later though, her train of thought was cut off upon hearing Numbuh 86' loud voice beginning to give them all a command.

N86: Kids Next Door, attention!

Operatives: Kids Next Door rules Numbuh 362 sir!

Out from a little platform on the stage stepped Rachel. Bandages covered the various bruises on her face, and her left hand was clearly bandaged. Walking forward, a small pedestal appeared in front of her as she responded to the operatives in reply.

N362: Kids Next Door rules!

The crowd of operatives bursted into cheering upon hearing that statement. But in spite of that, Rachel knew that many of them were still a little warry about the actions the clone took posing as her. Yet even so, a calm, stern look was present on her beautiful face as she began to speak.

N362: At ease everyone. Now the reason I called you all here is so that I can make both an apology, and an announcement to you all. As you know, I've been sending various sectors on dangerous missions to the Middle East. And I'm sure it's caused many of you to lose trust in me.

Operatives: Yes.

N362: As I figured. But I can explain the reason for that. Many of you may have a hard time believeig this, but the one sending those missions specks out wasn't me.

Upon those words being spoken, every operative in the stadium began to talk quietly to their neighbors, puzzled by that statement. The only ones who didn't do so were Sector V, Fanny, Harvey, and Patton, for they knew all about the situation of which she was talking about. Rachel however, expected this, and continued with her speech.

N362: The one who did send them was my clone, Rachelle.

Operatives: Rachelle?

N362: Yes, Rachelle. Anyway, how she came into existence all started a few weeks ago when the Teen Ninjas invaded Global Command. Father zapped me with this ray gun that stole a part of my DNA. Fusing that with his own blood sample, he created my clone. She had many of my own attributes, including my intelligence, and apperance. And ever since she came into existence, she has tried to destroy me, as well as my loved ones, and the Kids Next Door. She did this by posing as me.

Random Operative: Prove it!

N362: I expected such a statement. Which is why I took the liberty in having Numbuh 74.239 to examine a sample of my DNA and compare it with the clone's shortly before I announced for everyone to come. And as he said' they matched perfectly, in every way'.

N74.239: It's true! They matched up in every way possible.

As this piece of evidence was presented to them, all the operatives began to talk amongst themselves. All of them curious as they began to form questions to ask their Supreme Leader. It wasn't until Pete, or Numbuh 44 B raised his hand that the very short panel discussion began.

N44B: But sir, if the clone had a similar apperance, then wouldn't Numbuh 65.3 have noticed that?

N362: The clone not only possessed my atttributes, she also inherited Father's powers and evil heart. Shape shifting was one of them, so therefore he wouldn't have been able to tell the difference in terms of apperance. If that answers your question Numbuh 44B.

N44B: Yes, it does actually.

N23: May I ask one question sir?

N362: You may Numbuh 23. What is your question?

N23: How exactly did you defeat the clone sir?

The young blonde fell silent upon hearing this question, for she knew she couldn't answer Virginia's question truthfully. The reason for this was because it would involve Patton's role in the clone's plan, and this could not be told since the young couple was trying to keep their relationship secret, as dating in the organization is strictly forbidden. Yet even so, Rachel decided to answer the devious girl's question, only to answer with a more non-truthful version of the story. Opening her mouth to speak, the young blonde began to tell the twisted story of the truth.

N362: Well you see...she abducted someone I love, and took them with her to Father's mansion. She sent me a ransom note telling me of what she had done. And I was in such a fit of rage, that I accepted her 'invitation'. Not just to save the person I love, but also to put an end to her tyranny. We battled for a long time. But when Father saw that she couldn't defeat me, he became frustrated and decided to take matter into his own hands. But as he was about to kill me, the clone decided to take one last shot at killing me, and died doing so.

N362: She committed many sins against me and those closest to me. But all of that can be forgotten, for I have won the feud. It was a long battle, but I came out victorious. I just hope you all can forgive me.

Upon hearing that statement, the stadium once again erupted in chatter. Hearing most of it as 'sure, we I can forgive her' and 'why shouldn't we forgive her', the young blonde knew that she had now won back the trust of her fellow operatives.

N362: Very well then, I'll take that as a yes. Numbuh 86?

N86: Kids Next Door, dismissed!

Operatives: Kids Next Door rules!

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Not too long afterwards, Rachel stood quietly from her favorite spot of the base, watching the various 2x4 ships carry the operatives in them back to their respective bases. Having other things she needed to complete, the young blonde began to procceed towards the door. But upon hearing another set of footsteps enter the room, she stopped herself dead in her tracks. A small smile formed on her beautiful face as she looked up to see that the footsteps belonged to Patton, who continued to walk towards her until he was close enough to embrace her.

N362: Hey Patton.

N60: Hey. Good speech out there today.

N362: Thanks. How's your arm doing?

N60: Ah, it's been better. How are your wounds holding up?

N362: Pretty good. It'll be awhile before they completely heal, but I can manage.

N60: I see...

A smile formed on the raven haired boy's face as he looked at his girlfriend. But even so, he couldn't help but feel guilt overcome him as his eyes gazed at her visible bandaged wounds. This came from the fact that the young Drill Sergeant felt that if he had escaped from his 'prison' sooner, she might not be in such critical condition. Desiring to ease his guilt, Patton took her bandaged hand into his gloved one. This surprised Rachel, for she wasn't sure of what he was about to do.

N60: I know this won't really help, but it might take some of the pain away.

That said, the young Drill Sergeant gently kissed the young blonde's hand, which caused her to blush a light shade of pink. Yet even so, she knew why he had presented this action, for she could clearly see the mixture of love and guilt in his gentle black eyes.

N362: Patton, you don't need to feel guilty about what happened. You have nothing to feel guilty for.

N60: Yes I do! If I had gotten out of there sooner you wouldn't be in as bad of shape as you are!

N362: Trust me! You have nothing to feel guilty about! Besides, I'm the oe who should be feeling guilty at this point!

N60: What are you talking about!?

The young blonde fell silent as he asked that question. Once again, she had blurted out a small piece of information she would rather have kept secret. And as a result, the raven haired boy now stood there, awaiting her answer. Knowing she couldn't back out of this one, Rachel sighed deeply as she opened her mouth to speak.

N362: I...I didn't want her to have you. I didn't want her to seduce you and take you away from me. Somewhere in my heart, I was being told that because I love you, you're all mine, and no one else can have you. That's what I meant when I said that her annihilation came partly out of my own selfishness. Because you're mine, and she can't have you. But then I saw that look in her eyes, and I began to feel sorry for her, because I possessed the one thing she couldn't have. Her life shouldn't have ended that way, no one's life should end so tragically. But by the time I realized that, I was too caught up in my own mixture of selfishness and selflessness that I couldn't feel sympathy for her until it was too late. And I hate myself for that!

Up until now, Patton had remained silent as he listened to Rachel pour out her feelings to him. But upon seeing tears beginning to form in her beautiful chocolate brown eyes, the youg Drill Sergeant embraced her into a tight hug, one that she accepted whole heartedly.

N60: It's alright. I understand where you're coming from. But to be honest, I'm grateful to her. Because if she hadn't saved you...you'd be gone...and so would I...because I can't live without you...

N362: I understand...thank you...

N60: Anytime.

Bringing her head up to meet his handsome face, the young couple became lost in each other's eyes. The moment however, was broken as Patton opened his mouth to speak.

N60: Just so we're clear, nothing happened. Okay fine, she had dressed me up in other clothing and had my shirt unbuttoned. But I swear to god, I never-

N362: Don't worry, I forgive you. I am after all, your first and only love.

N60: That's what I told the clone. How did you know?

N362: Before I barged in, I sort of eavesdropped on what you were saying. That was very sweet of you by the way.

N60: Well what can I say. You are my only love after all...my clever little angel.

The young blonde giggled slightly as the two rubbed their noses together, indulging into an Eskimo kiss. A moment of silence followed as soon as they broke it. The silence however, was broken once Rachel opened her mouth to speak.

N362: So I take it you brought the box?

Upon hearing that question, the raven haired boy pulled the string on his backpack. From out of the backpack came out a medium sized white box, which instantly plopped into his hand.

N60: Ready for shipment. You sure you want to do this?

N362: Yes. Since she has remains, I feel it be necessary that we pay our respects to the deceased.

N60: Fair enough. Alright then let's go.

N362: Patton?

N60: Yes Rachel?

N362: You know that I would do the same thing for you...right?

N60: Of course I do...because I would do the same for you.

N362: I love you...

N60: I love you too...

Silence arose in the room as the young Drill Sergeant moved his face closer towards the young blonde's beautiful face, indulging her into a sweet, passionate kiss. The kiss lasted at least a minute or two, or at least until they broke the kiss. A moment afterwards, they became lost in each other's eyes once again. The moment however, came to an end as Patton began to speak.

N60: So...shall we go find a good burial spot?

N362: Let's.

Breaking their embrace, Patton took Rachel's bandaged hand into his gloved one, making her smile. The young couple began to proceed towards the exit, ready to go off and find a suitable place to bury the clone's remains.

Love can make people do crazy things. It can make a person fight for their selfish desire to keep the one they love all to themselves. But at the same time, it can also portray acts of selflessness towards that loved one. Both the original, and the clone have shown these forms of love, their selfish love usually being the ruler in their battle of wits and survival. But in the end also came out a selfless sacrifice by each, one that will never leave either of them. And even though the original could only possess this man's heart, it is safe to say that the clone ultimately knew that his heart would never be her's, it would only be their's.

The End