“No way, you got them? That’s amazing!” Benjamin exclaimed.
“Yeah, I know.” The clone, Benjamin replied with a smug smile.
“To think you will serve me a lot better than—”
“’Serve’? Who said I was helping you?”
“But you’re me; you’re not supposed to be superior and greedier than me!”
“If you want these spheres, then come and get them!” The fake Benjamin taunted.
Benjamin rushed over to grab the drawer from his imposter’s hands, but he dodged.
Bored with Benjamin, the fake threw a smoke bomb onto the ground, causing an extensive array of smoke to appear and subside as the figure had disappeared.
“Fang it! When I find the son of a banshee—” Benjamin coughed.
“I don’t believe it...” The freckled student muttered. “You’re the one she was talking about.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?” Benjamin stopped coughing and asked, his eyebrows creasing.
“Are you the one who was making clones and plans to doom us all, the school, and all worlds?”
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“Well, the first one is a hard no, but, yes, two out of three is—”
Isabelle smacked Benjamin upside the head. “You idiot, do you have any idea what you’re saying?”
“What? Isn’t it school tradition to work on either side to—?”
“You just don’t get it, do you?” The freckled girl clenched her fists. “Well, we won’t let you succeed and get what you want, you traitor!”
“Traitor?”
“What do you mean ‘we’?” Isabelle tilted her head in confusion.
Just as she said that, more students popped up from the sides and stood right behind the freckled girl in a formation; the girl pointed as the other students readied their firearm.
“So, what do you suggest we do now?” Isabelle asked.
“Run,” Benjamin murmured.
“What?”
“Run for your lives!” Benjamin then shouted as he dashed off away from where the others were. Isabelle didn’t take long to follow suit.
“You will pay for what you’ve done! Get them!” The girl with freckles yelled as the students behind her shot orange laser beams from their hands.
Benjamin and co. rushed out, jumped, ducked, and side-stepped every single one. They soon came across a fork in the hallways with three paths. Down one had more students were hunting them down, the second had students marching to them while getting their magic bows ready. As they shot fire arrows, Benjamin and Isabelle ran over to the third path to avoid their attacks.
More students came out from the classrooms, this time yielding maces. They swung their weapons, spewing out lightning to strike the group down. When that didn’t work, the students just tossed their maces like a boomerang at Benjamin and co., hitting the walls behind them and creating cracks.
During the commotion from behind a corner, Lauren peeked out to watch the ensuing chaos. She could hear the students cry: “They’re getting away!” and “Stop them!”
“Well, how about that? These clones are doing a better job than I gave them credit for...” Lauren murmured to herself. But there was no time to be impressed. Now that everyone was distracted, she could head on over to the final Boss’ lair with no problems at all.