The Grand Finale

"Do you hear it?" one of the men whispered hoarsely as black ooze continued to drip out of his eyes.

"The crowd… the thunderous applause… this is art…" another man muttered quietly as he moved towards Sophie and her mirror copies.

"This is… perfection," the third man added with a twisted grin on his face.

Sophie felt a chill run down her spine, and she exchanged nervous glances with her clones who also had similar expressions on their faces.

This was so fucking creepy!

The men stopped around two hundred meters away and for a brief moment both sides looked at each other in complete silence.

The tension in the arena was so thick that one could cut it with a knife. 

Sophie's wasn't sure who made the first move, but she remembered one of her mirror copies pulling the trigger on the plasma rifle in her hand.

Bang! Bang! Bang!