[ WP ] Whenever a felony is committed , a clone of the perpetrator is created using DNA left at the crime scene . The original goes to jail , while the clone takes his/her place in society .

It was like staring into the shittiest mirror ever. 
 
 My own self sat in the chair, staring back at me. Though, this fellow was n't holding up my image as I would have liked. *God damnit* could n't you at least sit up a little straighter? You look like a drunken slob, slumped over in *my* suit, phone hanging drably in one hand. How could my own DNA, recreated, be absolutely nothing like me? 
 
 `` How is my wife?'' I said into the greasy black phone. The feedback of my own voice was almost enough to drive me insane. 
 
 `` You mean *my* wife?'' The clone said indignantly. 
 
 `` No, I do n't, because you should n't even be there. You should n't even exist.'' I hissed. 
 
 `` Really? Because I think the evidence at the crime scene would suggest otherwise.'' My clone bit at his stubby, dirt-stained nails. 
 
 `` Of course my fucking DNA would be at the crime scene!'' I shouted, standing up and slamming my fist into the window. `` You fucking moron, it was in *my* house in *my* bedroom! I was *framed*!'' 
 
 `` Prisoner # 350204 sit down and get your hand off the window!'' The guard barked. 
 
 `` I do n't deserve this! I am innocent!'' I continued, ignoring the guard. My clone watched on, now with a sly smirk on his face that pissed me off more. Obviously he had heard the guard's shout. 
 
 `` Prisoner # 350204, you have three seconds to sit back down before I use my taser.'' The same guard stepped closer to me. 
 
 Shooting a glare back in her direction, I slowly sat back down. 
 
 `` You're a piece of shit impostor.'' I hissed, getting my mouth as close to the mouthpiece as I could without actually touching it. `` That should be me out there, wearing the suit and cuddling up to my wife at night, not you.'' 
 
 `` Really? And what are you going to do about it? The case is sealed, locked away. I do n't think you're in any position to be arguing.'' He yawned and looked up at the clock. `` Well, I really do need to be going. My wife and I have to catch a plane to The Bahamas in an hour, though, I doubt you understand what that is like. I'll see you next week.'' He drawled, hanging up the phone before I could say anymore. 
 
 Fury washed over me. I threw the phone down and slammed both of my fists into the wall, screaming at that bastard as he walked away with a smug look on his face. I would break that plexiglass, and then break his fucking neck. 
 
 Hot white pain flashed through my body, sending me down. I landed on the cold concrete ground, trembling and unable to control my body. My fury stayed strong, cutting off the moment I lost consciousness.
