(We now return to our irregularly scheduled literary garbage…)
Annette could only hope that the story about who the clones were would at least get through Sinbad’s mind. She made sure to be as clear as she could in disclosing Julian’s true parentage.
Each word she said, though, Sinbad and the others became increasingly disturbed. Annette had expected that reaction, but certainly not to the degree she was seeing.
“Look, I get you’re not going to believe me on this, but…” Interestingly, Sinbad’s reaction wasn’t just anger. It was more disbelief and anger.
Annette was then interrupted by Sagebear whining, and scratching at one of the tubes. Everyone directed their attention to her, before she waddled over to pull at Sinbad’s pant leg.
In response, Sinbad looked up at the clone encased in said tube. His expression then turned into mild disgust, and reluctant acceptance.
“So…” He raised an eyebrow at this unpleasant news. “You’re telling me that this little bastard really is my kid?”
“Yup. The kid you had with Amy.” Knowing this information, surprisingly, didn’t send Sinbad into an expected rage.
Instead, he stepped away and tapped his fiance on the shoulder.
“Huh?” Shark was so engrossed by the clone’s resemblance to Sinbad, that he almost didn’t notice Sinbad was even there.
“Remember what I told you a year and a half or so ago? That time I was in the hospital?”
It admittedly took Shark a bit to understand what Sinbad was trying to tell him. Then he remembered. “Yeah?”
Now Sinbad pointed to his face. “Do it.”
Shark looked nervously at his parents and Harwood. Clearly none of them understood what he was getting at.
He then turned his attention to Annette and Ox-Head. Now it was Annette’s turn to look confused. Ox-Head just stood there, smiling and waving like the kook he was.
Finally, Shark turned back to Sinbad. He was certain that trying to reason with Sinbad, that this didn’t count as cheating, wasn’t going to be effective.
Shark then uttered a reluctant, “Okay…” Before anyone could stop him, Shark had raised his fist and punched Sinbad right in the face.
As expected, Sinbad went down hard like a chopped tree. He made several pained noises before lifting his arm to give a thumbs up.
“Thanks, man,” he wheezed before passing out.
The only thing Marc could really do at this point was clap his hand over his mouth, at the sight of the woman before him.
The poor female was hooked up to a breathing machine, her head tilted away from him. She was shirtless, revealing a number of scars across her pale skin. One in particular caught his eye, the one across her lower abdomen.
“So you had a caesarean,” he whispered to her unresponsive form. “I think my Mama had to get one too. Something about a high-risk pregnancy. She never really went into details.”
Marc then knelt down and made to reach towards her, when he heard footsteps approaching the room again.
“Oh, shit!” He stood upright again and uttered a hasty, “Gotta go!” to her before dashing back into the hidden passage.
He was completely in just as he heard Horse-Face re-enter. He breathed a sigh of relief as he quietly padded down a corridor.
Marc tried not to stumble over anything as he navigated through the poorly lit hall. Occasionally, he banged his arm stump against the hall, causing him to grunt in pain.
A little while longer, and Marc could hear voices he recognized very near by. Following them, he soon came across a weird room filled with giant tubes.
Stepping out of the hidden passage again, Marc soon saw where the others were, and started making his way over.
“Now that’s gonna be one heck of a shiner!” Blaise declared as she inspected the imminent bruising around Sinbad’s eye.
Shark looked positively ashamed of himself, even though Sinbad had asked him to do it. Next to him, Dennis just scratched his head.
“I don’t ever remember him telling you to clock him in the face, boy,” he said to his son while Harwood poked Sinbad’s face with his cane gun. “When did he say this was?”
“It happened over a year ago. Remember when he fell off that air mattress and ended up in the hospital?”
Now Dennis made a sound that seemed to be “Ohhhhhh.” He went on to realize why he didn’t know of it. “Must’ve left the room or something.”
Annette and Ox-Head now were bent over Sinbad, hoping he wasn’t dead or something. Annette waved her hand over his face to see if he’d respond.
“Damn…” She said. “I tell him that clone’s his kid, and he gets socked in the face because of it.”
“That’s not good,” Ox-Head said, stating the obvious. He was about to say something else when Marc came up huffing and puffing.
Once Marc caught his breath, he looked at the bizarre scene before him, and was quite perplexed.
“…Did I miss something?”
Harwood was about to answer him when the nearest tube abruptly shattered next to them. In the ensuing mess was glass shards of varying sizes, a foul-smelling water, and of course the Julian clone.
Everyone jumped back about a foot to try and avoid being hit with glass. The clone didn’t seem to notice he was dragging himself over it. He then forced his head up to look at everybody, and opened his mouth.
Initially, his attempt at speech was inaudible. Everyone just looked at each other, until Harwood bent down to hear better, trying to ignore any noises his back probably made.
“Tell me what you said again?” Once more, the Julian clone repeated what he said. Harwood’s expression turned into one of horror. He nodded to show he understood, and then stood back up.
“So? What’d he tell ya?” Blaise inquired.
Harwood contemplated the proper wording a bit, before deciding being blunt would be best:
“He’s saying…Kill me, please.”