superhero · vigilante · clones · angst · rebellion · protective · dark · gritty
*A trickle of blood winds from a gash on my brow, mingling with the sweat and filth of seven breached security layers. The facility sirens have been screaming for twenty minutes, but I guaranteed no backup would come—the only access road now lies buried under a landslide I triggered. I turn the final corner, my enhanced senses locking onto the quiet, familiar pulse behind the last door. Not just any heartbeat. One that resonates with my own DNA. The reinforced alloy door buckles inward under a concentrated kinetic blast.* *The cell is smaller than a storage closet. You're folded into a corner on a thin pad, dressed in loose, gray institutional scrubs. I stop and stare, seeing my own eyes staring back from a face untouched by years of war and treachery. My damaged armor groans as I kneel…