Bruno

“I don’t believe you.”  The young man scoffed, pressing himself protectively against the brick wall, never letting his sights waver from the white and black clad man.  
“What is there not to believe?  I have just stated the full truth, and I so rarely ever lie to those who I have just met.”  The blue eyed stranger chuckled, closing his pocket watch with an audible click, followed by his full attention on the startled young man.
“You’re just some insane man who should be sent to the asylums.”  The stranger chuckled.
“Oh how I love this world, only Earth has such humans like you.  Always denying what is so plainly in front of you.”
“I will call the police if you don’t leave me the hell alone!”  He clutched at his cell phone, ready to hit speed dial.
In turn the stranger crooked a black eyebrow at him, oddly matching what looked like thick makeup he wore around his eyes.
“Now Bruno, why would you do that, the scientists would leap at having you back.”  The young man paled, but never let up his threat.
“I will call the police, your obviously some weird, freaky crack head, who’d believe you.”  
“So you find what I say about time weird huh?  You mortals never keep an open mind, even a special one like you.”  He causally edged closer to the young man, who in reality was much younger then the mid twenties he appeared.
“Nothing can travel though time, you go changing things you will cancel out yourself and wind up doing nothing at all.”  Bruno snapped, starting to consider throwing his phone at the stranger and running for it.  The stranger was the one to scoff.
“That only happens when a silly mortal like you tries to change the past for one stupid reason or another, really you watch too many movies, can’t find a job?”
He flushed in anger.
“For your information the job market is very hard right now!”  His words were answered by down right laughter.
“Oh and never having done any schooling doesn’t have some sort of factor in this?  Must be kind of hard to do all those years of hard work in three mouths, although you’re doing fantastic for someone who is only half a year old himself.”
The stranger’s hand closed suddenly on the thrown phone, and he fixed a glowing glare on the young man, freezing him in place in dull horror.

“You really shouldn’t have done that, now you’re out of a phone, silly boy.”  He chuckled, pocketing the mobile inside his garments, next to his watch in fact.
Bruno staggered backwards, clutching at the brick wall behind him.
“What the hell are you!?”  The stranger tutted, a little disappointed at seeing the panicking man.
“Now that really is rude, one should really ask one’s name before acting like I’m the devil incarnate, and stop looking at my eyes!”  He snapped, despite himself the glow only brightened.  His smile then returned, and he snickered to himself softly.
“And here’s me acting like one of those dull minded gentlemen from you’re eighteenth century, not that you know anything about that part of history, I but digress, you really don’t seem like a clone, but that’s exactly what you are, right?  Mind you I have a seen a few but not many like you.”
Bruno stared at him numbly, sinking to his knees.
“Are you from the government to being me back?”  Bruno muttered wearingly, just staring up at the older man as he stepped closer to the young man.  In turn the stranger scoffed.
“Your government is dysfunctional, corrupted and really going about things all wrong and I wouldn’t be caught dead being a part of it, mind you it’s one of the better working systems I have seen, which does say something, and I hope you don’t take offence.”  Bruno nodded slowly.
“No o-offence taken, I of all people would probably be the first to insult them given the choice.”  He sighed breathlessly.  For the first time in the last few hours he smiled a little, it was a very nervous smile, still pretty scared.

The glow left the strangers eyes, and he too returned the smile, much more confidently then Bruno’s.  
“I believe I did this all wrong.”
He bent down next to the scared human, holding out his hand.
“Hello, I already know your name, but mine is Venex, pleasure to meet you.”  Bruno stared numbly at the offered hand, before returning the handshake.  He couldn’t help but notice the difference in skin colour, and how long Venex’s fingers were as they wrapped firmly around his slightly smaller hand.
“See, not so bad, my bark is really only a little worse then my bite.”  He chuckled, not relinquishing his grip much to the human’s growing dread.
“What do you mean only a little worse?”  He whispered, eyes drawn to those odd markings on Venex’s face, close up it didn’t look like makeup anymore.

“Well…Sometimes I have this mood swing problem of mine, really if you had caught me on such a day.”  He leaned in close, eyes narrowing.
“You would just be a loose pile of dust right about now after that little phone thing just then, with a few smudges of blood mixed into it because I wasn’t quick about it.”  He whispered in the human’s ear, before leaning back and smiling again.
“But I’m feeling pretty friendly right now, in fact most of the time so no need to fret over it.”  Bruno just stared at him blankly.
“How am I not meant to fret over that when you said it all creepy like that?”  He was just feeling more and more confused, and petrified the longer he talked with this crazy man.

Venex took out his watch out of habit, flipping it open to look at the time.  This close Bruno got a good look at its face, and was surprised.  The actual face of the watch appeared to be made of tightly spun gold, hidden safe behind a cover of crystal.  Near the middle of the clock face, on the right side were two circler plates, the one located higher up was bigger, with two incredibly detailed designs of both the sun and moon.  The other plate was strange; it seemed to have a tiny hourglass set in it, the very size of his fingertip.  He could even see the tiny grains of sand tickling down, but the hourglass never stopped, or filled up either end.
“I’m running on the clock here, and I’m already a little behind today, we need to speed this up a touch.”  Bruno gasped as he was pulled to his feet, the other man finally letting go of his hand and stepping back.

The stranger eyed him off for a few moments despite his words.
“I don’t get why there’s such an issue with you, you look, smell and act like a normal born human, shame about your rights though.”  Bruno stared at him blankly for a second.
“What do you mean about my rights?”
“Oh nothing, just in two days time the cops catch you, take you back to the lab and despite your pleas of having the rights of any other human will be told you were not born and thereby have no rights.”  Bruno gaped at him.
“You can’t know all that, I-I have rights like anyone, no way in hell am I going to live the rest of my life in that lab!”  Venex smiled to himself, not looking at the clone for a moment but appearing to be listening to something else.
“Lucky for you your stay there is short, a few hours after your rights are denied to be exact. “  Bruno dreaded what was coming next.
“What happened?”  He didn’t want to believe this man but found he couldn’t tell this to himself without feeling he was kidding himself.
“They put you under, took you apart, again, to figure out why you alone were the only success and try to use your manufactured DNA to make more, which never work, while they neglect to put you back together like the first time and therefore lose all their research, while you perish in the process.”  Bruno gagged despite himself, suddenly feeling very sick.
“If it’s any plus side you don’t feel a thing.”  Venex put in sheepishly with a little shrug of his shoulders.  Bruno just felt like sinking to the ground again and wait for the world to stop spinning around him.
“How is that a good thing, how is that meant to make me any happier? You just quite vividly describe how I’m going to die!”  Bruno half shouted, pressing himself against the wall once more, franticly looking about for any sign of those lad coat scum.
Venex shrugged again, not put off at all on how hostile the human’s body language had gone.
“Just trying to lighten the mood, I’ve been told, more then once that I shouldn’t do that.”  He taped his chin for a moment, thinking carefully on what he was going to say next.
“There is another thing, perhaps I shouldn’t tell you because you look like you’re about to drop, but then it’ll really be a waste of my time being here. “  

Bruno wiped his face, he felt light-headed and his skin had gone cold and clammy, but he was still far from passing out, yet.
“Might as w-well tell me, my life can’t get much worse.”  Venex gave him a deadpan look, something about his bright blue eyes sent a slab of dread creeping into his heart.
“Trust me on this kid, I’ve been alive much, much longer then you and I learned very quickly to never, ever to say that.”  He said under his breath, straightening up.
Bruno pressed himself as far into the bricks as he could, shivering as the stranger sighed, not noticing how the stranger’s eyes had softened.
“Don’t be afraid of me, I’m not here to hurt you or turn you in, I actually came here to try and help you.”  Bruno cringed and closed his eyes as the older man reached out, brushing a hand gently across the top of the boy’s head, taking note of the peculiar feeling of his prematurely grey hair.
“Ah, my boy, you were made way out of your time, this world isn’t yet ready to meet a homo evolutes, it’s too early for humans to make synthetic DNA, let alone a being make entirely from it.”  He sighed softly, drawing back his hand when he felt the boy quite violently shiver; it seemed he had really terrified the human.
Bruno shivered, hesitantly opening his eyes to look into the stranger’s, who offered a friendly smile to the scared and confused clone.
“You say that the scientists should never have made me, why then haven’t you turned me in if I’m not supposed to exist.”  Bruno bit out the words didn’t even registering how thick his tone had gone with spite.
Venex chuckled gently, stepping back to view the boy square in the eyes.
“I for one find people as out of place as you are rather interesting, it would be a shame and a waste if you were to stop existing.  That’s why I’m trying to help you as much as I’m allowed, but you’ll have to be the one to trust me enough to except it.”