Grant snickers, not at all understanding the extent of the damage he's done. Or maybe he does and just doesn't care. "I'm sure I'll do a better job of controlling these clones than you have."

Control can be deadly. The pursuit of power can kill you. "Granthies, you don't want control though, you want freedom. Being vengeful is not being free."

My whole world flashes before my eyes as I watch him pull out the medical equipment I've kept hidden. How did he find it?

I want to stay positive, but I'm not sure this is something I can worm my way out of. "Wishes won't like this."

Grant smirks. "I decided not to hand over the clone wars to Wishes. In fact, I canceled it. The war isn't humans versus clones, it's me versus you."

I try, but can't speak.

This encourages him. "Say hi to my clones. No offense, but yours kind of sucked."

I find my voice. "Sucked? As in past tense?"

All the humor leaves his face. "They're being shredded as we speak. They're very good at making a single file line."

My heart plummets. "You're not a killer Granthies."

He scuffs. "Yeah, well people change. You said you're not a cheater. You said you play fair and are honest."

"I didn't cheat on anyone and I've played fair. I was dishonest, but I owned up to that."

The sun going down shines a red hue on my angry foe. "You kissed her. You promised you wouldn't do that. You call that fair?! That was also cheating because it was against the rules that we agreed on."

"I'm sorry." I genuinely am.

His face is devoid of empathy. "I don't care."

My hands begin to tremble. This was the retaliation I was afraid of. I should've known Grant never lets things go. This was quite literally worst case scenario. "What are you going to do to me?"

He reaches a hand out, giving me a menacing glare. "Once again...the chip is key. I figured it's about time someone controlled you. I haven't agreed with a single decision you've made, so I've decided to cut you off from making anymore."

This is it, my karma. In the end, I don't care. All I care is that he spares my clones. I need them safe. "Please, leave my clones out of this."

Grant throws his hands up in the air. "I can't! They're too loyal to you. I can't trust anything that listens to you."

My mind instantly goes to the rebel clone, Darius who just wanted to be free. All he wanted was to be with his love, Onya.

I feel water dripping down my cheek. I can't remember the last time I've cried.

Please, please let him be lying. "Please Grant, please don't hurt them. I'm the one who wronged you, they didn't do anything."

He rolls his eyes. "Fine. Jake, Dustin, please go stop them from shredding the clones." He glares at me. "I hate crocodile tears."

I can finally catch my breath. "Thank you."

He shrugs. "Don't thank me, I'm not listening to you. I'm making you do it."

My entire body goes numb. I had no idea he was this vicious. "What?"

"You're going to destroy your clones after I insert this chip in your moronic brain. Let's hope your brain is big enough to hold this tiny chip in it." Grant places a mask over my face, causing the world around me to blur.
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Waking up is similar to when Grant and I switched bodies, except the pain is distributed unevenly into my head. As soon as I remember, it makes sense that my head hurts. It dawns on me that I now have a chip in my brain that can control my every move.

I don't know how Grant got the chip out of Lylyhn or how he got it into me without killing me, but the fact is he did.

What he said before I went under has me afraid to open my eyes, but I do. As I predicted, Grant is staring back at me with my eyes.

He looks pleased. "You're awake."

His happiness is my sadness. "Awake and under your control, I presume."

"Yep." He pats me on the shoulder. "Let's go, shall we?"

My heart now hurts worse than my head. "Please, Grant, don't do this. They're all I have."

He chuckles. "I don't feel bad for you." He yanks my arm. "Maybe I was too nice. We're going."

I'm drug into the cloning room. Front and center is a large paper shredder. My clones are facing
forward, looking like soldiers.

My strength returns to me and I do my best to fight back. "EVERYONE RUN!!! HE ISN'T DILLION, I'M THE REAL DILLION!"

Grant holds up the control. "Get a grip."

I spot Wishes and am in utter disbelief to see her standing in line. She never listens. It sets in that the  woman I've loved for years is about to die.

"Don't make me do it, I'd rather die than hurt her!"

He steps closer to me with crossed arms. "Now that you see what I'm capable of, here's the deal; you're leaving the county for good. As in, you can never come back. If I ever see you again, you will kill all your clones."

What he's saying isn't as bad as he thinks it is. I've been wanting to leave. It'll be strange to live anywhere else since I've lived here the majority of my life, but I need the change.

I nod in agreement. "I'll leave tonight."

Satisfied, he turns to the clones. "Clones, you can leave."

They all leave. Watching Wishes walk away hurts a little.

Grant motions for me to leave too, which I happily do.

I only take a few steps before I hear him calling out to me. "Dillion, I'm not staying in this gross body."

Before all this mess, I would've laughed at that. "Okay, I'll switch us back."

I do as I promised and get us back into our own bodies. It's not nearly as painful as the first time we switched, I'm guessing that's because I'm not in his drug-dependent body. I try out my arms and legs before once again attempting to leave.

He stops me again, this time in his real voice. "Alone. You leave alone. Don't you dare take any clones or other people's girlfriends. Are we clear?"

This strong, serious side of Grant has earned my respect in a strange way. He outsmarted me. "We're clear. Goodbye Granthies."

When my mind has time to take everything in, the world begins to look more and more gloomy. I'm never going to see Wishes, or any of my clones again. I'll never see Lylyhn again. This whole time I thought I was alone, but I was so wrong. I've had them by my side all along, but now? Now I'm truly alone.

There's no way I can leave without saying goodbye to Wishes, Lylyhn, Dorothy and Elijah. I hope Grant will let me.

I wonder how badly it'll hurt the clones to not have their creator with them. Who will lead them?

Like it loves to do, my mind comes up with a solution.