A man let out a deep, exhausted, slow exhale, escaped like a slowly deflating balloon. His broad shoulders slumped against the comfortable peach colored sofa as his long fingers loosened his tight collar button. His heavy lids were dropping slowly down, seeking rest to escape reality.
A sudden heater automatic voice announced in cold tone, "Heat water ready, "cutting through the silent, pleasant evening, waking him from his rest. He yawned, covering his mouth as he rose from the sofa, pushing himself, walking to his room with an unfocused, leisurely gaze. A subtle looseness in his shoulder as he unbuttoned the remaining ones. Moving to the washroom, he stepped outside, sensing his presence, the glass door automatically opened.
The bathroom was vast, neatly arranged, every system automated, and clean. The fresh lavender mild scent covered the entire bathroom. He pressed the shower button, adjusting the water's heating level. Without a delay, the warm water sprays on his tired body as rain falls from the cloudy sky, making him feel alive again.
Heat waves created a gentle fog in the room as warm water droplets flowed down his broad shoulder to the floor. "It feels so good..." he whispered as he closed his eyes, and his head lifted towards the shower. His silky hair fell across his face, and he smoothly combed it with his fingers and swept it back. Then he turned off the shower, grabbed a towel from the hanger, and wrapped it around his sculpted, toned, narrow waist, tapping his wet hair with his other hand.
As he walked towards his hall, a sudden, unknown sound came from a nearby room. "What's that?" he wondered as His brows drew together, almost touching at the glabella after realizing the latest news. "The cloning technology is getting worse, recently, ten clones killed the original human last night in a brutal manner.... They entered their house without any trace, and everyone, please be alert...." A reporter's voice repeated in his ear as a cold tremor snaked down his spine.
"What's that sound? What if?" He whispered in a doubtful tone as he moved slowly, each step deliberate. Then he grabbed a gun from the cupboard and returned towards the nearby room silently. His veiny hands reached the doorknob and opened the room quickly, but the room was consumed by dead silence and darkness. "Ziri... turn on the light, "he commanded as the dim room began to brighten with a soft yellow glow flickered on.
His eyes glanced behind him, checking every side in the room. then his gaze was sharp and wary, shifting to the front. Suddenly, a man appeared in front of him from nowhere. He stood straight, facing a wall, and his shadow fell on the floor. His gaze was fixed on the gray wall, but his mind calculating every move behind him. His presence carried an infinite aura that filled the entire room.
"Who are you? Turn around," he ordered. His piercing voice cut the silence like a knife as his finger was tight around the trigger and pointed his gun towards him.
A smirk didn't disappear as the man slowly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I know you had a gun in your left hand .... Wyatt, "He answered, his tone clear and smooth, carrying an air of effortless confidence.
How the hell, he guessed correctly.... Without turning back... Wyatt wondered and stood frozen in shock as his brows narrowed in bewildered confusion when he heard the voice of the person. Without getting destroyed, still, his gaze was focused and targeted on him like a sniper. "I said, turn around," he warned him again. His cutting tone left no room for argument.
"Okay!" the man answered in an unflappable voice; he slowly turned his legs towards Wyatt's side, and his movements were calculating and casual. His eyes showed no fear, even in the dim light.
Wyatt's pupils dilated when the man turned. After watching unknown's identity was revealed, he couldn't take his eyes watching a defined jawline and blue eyes, brown hair with an undercut style, wearing a black leather jacket. A bright, easy smile appeared on the man's chiseled lips.
"What the hell?" Wyatt exclaimed, his mouth slightly falling open as he blinked twice to clear his vision, still trying to determine if he was awake or dreaming.
"You are awake, my boy... Are you surprised watching me?" a man asked, subtly raising his one eyebrow with a playful wink at him.
"Who the hell are you?" Wyatt repeated, his lips tight and his fingers gripping the gun tightly and pointing towards him with his full concentration.
"Are you fucking blind, Wyatt?" A man raised his voice in disbelief at Wyatt's response, showing clear disappointment. Then, with a casual shrug, he said, "I am you... You can't see that?" Stepping forward, he pointed at himself and added, "Look... I am you! Wyatt Calloway"
A slight furrow between the brows that quickly smoothed after realizing the clone technology. Wyatt gripped the gun tightly, and his gaze darted to the shoes and his movements. "Step back! I am the one, Wyatt! Here. You must be cloned to kill the original one! Isn't?" he roared, pointing the gun at him. His shoulders hunched slightly, then straightened, too quickly.
Calloway's eyes widen and intensify deeply with Wyatt's coldness, "Wyatt, stop getting freaked.... I am not going to hurt you. I just want to warn you about something... I know you're in puzzlement, but I can clarify your doubts...." He stepped closer to Wyatt, trying to calm him.
Wyatt understands that he was manipulated, how thoroughly Calloway had been playing in front of him, but Wyatt didn't give a damn. "Fuck off, there... Raise your hand if you took another step. The bullet will be in your head. Wyatt threatened," his gaze locked on him, cold and unwavering.
Calloway let out a disappointed breath as his jaw clenched in the absence of patience. He slowly raises both his hands like surrender and stands silently. Fuck.... I was dumb as hell three years ago.... stupid jerk!!! He wondered as an irritated smirk appeared on his lips.
Wyatt waved his gun towards him to step back. "Go back..." He ordered as he stepped back, pointing at him.
When Calloway leaned against the wall, no more escape. Wyatt immediately ran outside and closed the door.
Without wasting a second, "Ziri... Call emergency and send the message," he ordered the AI to call the police service as he locked the room tightly.
The caller replied automatically, a calm, automated voice stating. " Emergency service.... We hope you receive this message... Please stay alert and take precautions. We will be two minutes.... Thank you." The message was received with a reply from the police department.
"Shit! Clone technology gone crazy... I thought it was fake news. "A low whisper escaped Wyatt. His voice, slurring in the mix of relief and dawning horror, came across his mind. "How the hell did he get inside the house? "His brow furrows slightly in perplexity with tons of questions, glancing at the locked door and the untouched entrance, searching for any sign of forced entry.
"But everything remains clean and perfect, no single scratch," he wondered.
"Cling..." An intercom call brought him back to reality. "They arrive...." He snapped towards the huge entrance door of his apartment.
"This is emergency service," a man's voice stated flatly from the outer intercom.
After confirming that the two policemen standing outside were watching on camera. He pressed the open button, and with a sharp beep, the door automatically opened.