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Rachel  had  already  made  an  impressive mess of  the place    –    the aisle laid flat on the ground,      blank papers splayed across the room,           paint spilled and splattered. When the little  girl demanded  she stopped though,    she  stopped.   Even if her temper wasn’t soothed any.      She faced Charlotte, eyes blazing, and hissed:

“Charlotte,      we have been kidnapped and held here against our will.       Does that not upset you–?”

“Yeah, I’m mad and I really miss my mom but now Ira’s just gonna scream at me cuz he’ll think I’m the one that knocked things over. I’m telling him it was you!” She jabbed a finger at her sister and then crossed her arms over her chest, her face still bent in an angry frown.

“I cried and screamed a lot before you came here, none of it worked. It just made them mad. When I kicked Professor Duncan in the leg, Ira grabbed me and dragged me back down here. I know better than to do anything stupid again.”

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Snatching the brief case out of Rachel’s hands, Arcadia tore it in two, allowing several files and a few viles to fall out onto the floor of her apartment. Her brow furrowed, kneeling down to spread out the papers. “---These are my medical files. My blood,” she growled, lifting the tubes with soaked pieces of fabric inside to eye level. “You took my bodily fluids without consent after I took a bullet for you. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

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“Can we just take a step back for two bloody seconds—” Arcadia was desperately grasping for Rachel’s wrist to bring her to a halt. When the other’s body slipped away, she quickly dashed around the clone to block her passage from the doorway. “I’ve lived too fucking long to put it all on the line for you to get your way. If I die, you have no one left you can trust.”