A clone lay curled up in a cold dark cell. His name in the future would be Comet. But know he had no name. He had been trapped in this living hell for how long? They took him when he was 12? He was how old now? 15? 17? 20? He didn't know. Time was nothing important to him now.

They took so much from him. His eyes, his face, they even took the skin and everything from his right arm. So all's that was there was just bone. He curled up more and tired to listen but the room he was in was sound prof. He couldn't hear a thing.

Suddenly he feels someone grip him and he screams. But the person holds him lightly and gently. The clone quites down and feels the person carefully cleaning his face a bit. It hurt but it felt good too. He then had something pressed it his left hand that was still flesh. He gripped it, it was an apple. The clone took a bite out of the Apple and smiles. It was so sweet. He ate it but ate it slowly. He still felt the person there. Once he finished the person tapped something in his hand. It said this: you will survive. I promise. You will survive.  He then left.

Then from that day on his person came whenever they could. They always brought him some food and one time he even brought the clone something he can listen to. The clone really liked when this person came. Everyone else hurt him but not this person. They kept him alive and Everytime he came. He tapped the same thing in his hand: the you will survive. I promise. You will survive. These few words gave the clone a small spark of hope. Then one day...The person stopped coming. The clone didn't know why and things grew dark again. Time passed.

The clone was sitting in his cell curdled up in a tight ball. He just went through a very bad beating so he hurt all over. Suddenly he left some take his hand and tap: You survived. The clone turns his head some as he feels something like bandages beging put over his face and his skeleton arm being wrapped up. He then feels himself be lifted into the air and being moved.

Time passes once again and he feels himself be put down and the person taps in his hand: I'm sorry it took so long. You're very strong and you survived. You will always survive. I'll be right back. Stay here. The person stands up and walks away. The clone reaches out for the person not wanting them to go. But they do. He whines some and waits for them. He suddenly heard footsteps and a heart beat similar to his own. He feels someone bend down close to him and he scream and jerks.

"Whoa. Easy. Easy. Vod. I got you. I'm Sparrow." The voice of a clone says he then feels himself gets lifted off the ground and he whines and jerks in the clones arms. "Shhh. You're safe I got you. I got you." Sparrow says taking him to somewhere safe.

The person watches Sparrow take the clone to a safe place. The person just nods and feels a twinge inside. He knew he clone would be safe now and well cared for however...he knew he'll miss the clone. He fled bad he didn't apologies for leaving him alone. His job was hard he knew it. He always knew it will be but he knew one day he'll meet this clone again and then he ask for forgiveness. For now though he had other things do to. He had to protect and watch and do a ton of other things. He smiles lightly and walks back into deeper into the shadows.

The people who hurt this clone where dead or running and trying to hide. But they didn't really know that the person would always fine them and destroy them for hurting this clone. Harsh? No. They hurt a lot of people and destroyed this clone slowly ripped him apart. He knew where the others where hiding but he waited.  After all he was just a  myth, a legend, some old peice lore, or some tale of old that can kill.
And he wanted them to know and feel the fear of it.