[ WP ] Write from the perspective of a cloned person .

There is a great effect of un-reality as you stare at your own dead body. 
 
 I can not begin to describe it. It puts you out of your own head, convincing you that this is n't *real*, that you are watching an internet video, or some interactive mediaplay. You can feel yourself ignore all the subtle things that counter these thoughts. The smell, the reflection of light on the pools of blood, the inexplicable, terrifying perfection of your own face staring at the sky with nothing behind it's eyes. 
 
 `` Mr. Jakeel?'' The inspector who brought me here laid a hand on my shoulder, guiding me away from the body and out of the alley they had found it in. My hands shook. I clenched them into fists to stop it. Remi Jakeel never been one to lose control. I would not do so now. 
 
 `` Where did... that... come from?'' My fingernails dug into the skin of my palm, pricking me with pain. 
 
 `` We have forensics on that already.'' Inspector Rayse was a short man, but not fat. He was compact and focused. He radiated solidness the way that an old stone fortress would. He'd seen it all, done it all. I tried my best to imitate his composure, `` We should know within twelve hours. Obviously, someone has made a clone of you, sir.'' 
 
 `` Yes, I can see that.'' I looked back at the alley, at the body lying there. A thousand questions mounting up in my mind, questions that I dare not ask. Not here, not now. Up until this moment my life had gone according to plan. Every action that I had taken had been perfectly calculated, every risk and danger accounted for. 
 
 This was not any of them. 
 
 With this... body, thrown down onto my life like a virus into a mainframe, I was left adrift in my own life. The things I believed without question were now blurred at the edges, showing the bitter taint of doubt and fear. 
 
 `` I'd recommend you increase your security, sir.'' the Inspector continued, oblivious to the level of my internal turmoil, `` We'll have a liaison officer coordinate with your CoS.'' 
 
 `` Thank you, Inspector.'' I shook his hand. Remi Jakeel had to shake his hand, `` Keep me informed and I will try and provide any additional information that may assist you. 
 
 `` Will do.'' The man gave a quick nod then made his exit, leaving me on the street beside the sleek, black town car that had brought me here. 
 
 This was not how it was supposed to be. *I* was supposed to kill Remi Jakeel. 
 
 Someone had beat me to it. 
 
 
 

