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Day Seven: Saturday

            Last night, I called Marcus to help us out with the weapon. He smiled as he packed his needs and tried to explain to Angie that he needs to help.

            “No! This isn’t going to happen!”  She yelled.

            “But Angie, I need to help the army to win the final war.”

            “I have the nice idea.” Angie brings out a clone of Marcus, standing up like a robot.

            “What the hell is this?” Marcus asked.

            “This is a clone of you,” Angie explained. “I knew this would happen so I can send this Marcus instead.” Confused, Marcus proceeds with Angie’s idea.

            “I guess that will work.” He said. As Mar’s clone walked by, going to the battle field on foot, Angie smiled, “It’ll work I’m sure.”

    As Angie leaves the scene to go take a bath, Marcus tricks Angie in the craziest way he can think of. Maybe if I go and use the clone as me, he thought. Angie would be one jackass to believe that the clone is me!

    With that being said, he stops the clone, pours in memory potion that he made from his mother, and ran with his bag. The clone walked back, acting like he’s the real Marcus.

    Meanwhile back at the field, Chuck and I were throwing grenades at the evil soldiers, killing them. All but Evil Marcus were killed. “My people are dead,” Evil Marcus laughed. “But who really needs them…Angie’s people is useless…” He throws many bombs at us, only Chuck and I survived them.

    “What on earth!?” growled the evil general in anger. “The bombs are to kill all my enemies!”

    I stood up with only one arm. “You didn’t get us!” I yelled. “Not even my bro-” Chuck was lying on the ground, holding his stomach. It seems the bombs had crushed his stomach somehow. “I-I’ll be fine, Chess…” my little brother stuttered in pain. He closes his eyes and stops breathing. I looked and glared at Evil Marcus, in tears, “You killed him…”

    “It’s my job…” he said with a grin of evil.

    “Y-You son of a bitch….YOU SON OF A BITCH!,” I ran with my gun and try to shoot him, but he slaps the gun out of my hand and punches me to the ground, one and a half feet from my gun.

    He puts foot to my chest hard, trying to finish me. He then, holds up the contaminated knife and tried to stab me in the chest with it. But then, Marcus comes to play. He shoves his evil self to the ground, dropping the knife as well.

    “What the,” The evil bullfinchist cried. “Who the hell are you!?”

    The good one’s orange eyes shined as he tries to finish off the evil ruler. “The name is Marcus, but the good one for my case.” He fought with his evil self, trying to kill him. Evil Marcus, however, punched the good one in the heart. Marcus falls onto the ground, in shivering pain. I tried to run with my bad leg, I tripped a couple times. It was no use for me to save my best friend.

    Meanwhile at home, Angie was worried about her lover. She already knows that Marcus tricked her into knowing that the Marcus’ clone has yet to be here with her. “I knew he was a troublemaker,” she sighed. She later gets a phone call from one of my soldiers, Dusk.

    “Angie, you got to get some help for us,” the man said. “Marcus is dying.”

    Angie gave a smile, “Help is on the way. Just try to keep him safe.”

    “We can’t,” Dusk yelled. “He’s in a fight with Evil Marcus. There’s no way we can do!”

            With just one second, Marcus’ clone ran off without a word.

            Back at the fight, Marcus’ heart starts to fail. With Evil Marcus laughing in victory, he soon realized that the war is not yet over…