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Organization of Heroes: Mimic By Angela J. I. "His name is Joe Clark," said the man in dark grey fancy suit. The two men were in a large living room decorated with very expensive looking furnishings and were watching a large video screen that projected out from the ceiling in the middle of the room. One man was sitting in a wheelchair while the other man in a grey suit sat next to him in a couch. The man in the wheelchair looked like he was in his thirties while the man in the grey suit, with grey hair looked like a man in his sixties. The large screen showed a tall skinny man jumping from one roof top to another. As he began each jump, his legs contracted and then stretched out almost like they were elastic. Another man was chasing him. That other man was very large and muscular. He showed his super human athleticism as he chased his prey. "His ability doesn't seem that special. Why do you need my services for someone like that?" asked the man in the wheelchair. "There probably are dozens of subjects that have the same or similar ability. If he doesn't want to join, just go to the next subject, like you always do. I am sure the Eye can find many more like him." "Have patience. The video will show you the full extent of the subject's ability." "He seems hesitant," pointed out the person in the wheel chair, "as if he is afraid that he won't make it." "Did he just discover his abilities?" The man in grey the suit laughed. "Yes... he is a bit of a coward. It's hard to even call him a hero really. But you can change that." Each time the muscular man got close to the skinny man, he would stop running and walked towards the skinny man. "Why doesn't the Hunter just capture him and get it over with? It's like he is toying with him." "I instructed Hunter to help us demonstrate the subject's full abilities." The tall skinny man stood at the edge of a building, contemplating another jump as the other man slowly walked towards him. The building top that he was on and the next building were separated by a busy street underneath. This jump would be much harder to make. Suddenly the tall man turned towards the man chasing him and jumped. He was attempting to jump over the muscular man. When the skinny man was directly above the man chasing him, his legs almost five feet above the other man's head, the big muscular man jumped straight up and grabbed the tall man's legs and pulled him down. Before the skinny man hit the ground the muscular man grabbed him and held him in a bear hug. The skinny man then put both of his hands on the muscular man and began to change." "What's happening?" the man in the wheel chair watching the video asked. His tall skinny legs got shorter and more muscular as did the rest of his body. In a matter of a few seconds, there were two men on the rooftop that looked and dressed exactly alike. One of them held the other in a bear hug. "I've nicknamed him mimic," the man in a suit said, "he can duplicate any one by just touching them with both hands." "Incredible," said the man in the wheel chair. "He is even wearing the same clothing." "The mimic copies everything that his target has on him at the time of the copy." The muscular man being held in a bear hug stretched out his arms and broke free of the hug. "He now seems to possess super human strength," said the man in the wheel chair. "Of course," said the man in the grey suit, "he is the generic equivalent of his target." "You mean?" the man in the wheel chair said suddenly much more interested. "Yes," said the man in grey suit. The muscular man that just broke free from the bear hug punched his twin in the stomach. "Shouldn't Hunter have back up?" the man in the wheel chair asked, "he can actually lose. "Impossible," said the man in the grey suit, "Mimic is genetic equivalent to Hunter. But Hunter's abilities were enhanced with years of training. Mimic doesn't have the benefit of that training. He is just a raw specimen." As the two identical looking men continued to fight in the roof top it was now impossible to tell them apart. However one of them was clearly winning. His kick caused his twin to fly across the roof top only to stop when his body crashed into an air condition unit. This caused a large dent in the air condition unit. "So the Hunter is winning the fight?" asked the man in the wheel chair. "Not yet," said the man in grey suit. "I've instructed Hunter to allow Mimic to win for one minute because I wanted you to clearly see that Mimic has the same raw abilities as his target. But that one minute is about up." The muscular man that just kicked his twin, started to run again, this time towards the direction that he came from. He jumped to another rooftop. The man that was kicked got up quickly and started to chase his twin. Before his twin could get away, the chasing twin produced an item from his pocket that looked like a boomerang and threw it at his twin hitting him in his left leg. The man hit by the booming fell to his knees. His twin quickly jumped at him and kicked him on his back and then grabbed him in another bear hug. The other man tried to break free from the bear hug by stretching out his arms but it was apparent that he could not. He went from being trapped in a bear hug to having one of his arms being twisted back to having his hands handcuffed in a matter of one minute. "Imagine the possibilities, Mr. Jones" said the man in the grey suit, "with proper training and education, he could replace anyone." The man in the wheel chair identified as Mr. Jones was fully aware of the "possibilities" that the man in the grey suit mentioned and was scared of the implications. He didn't want to help achieve these goals. In fact he never wanted to participate in this mad man's plans. But he had no choice. So if I convert him, will you give me what I want?" Mr. Jones asked. "All in good time, Mr. Jones... all in good time." "That's what you said last time," Mr. Jones said, "in fact that's what you said the last three conversions and...I beginning to think you will not keep your word." "I always keep my promises," the man in grey suit said, "just do as you are told and you will get what you want. You will convert him as you converted Kinet." "I don't know if I could do that again," Mr. Jones said, "it was wrong to change Mark and it would be wrong to..." "You were going to say that it's wrong to recreate someone's childhood and upbringing, to manipulate the illusionary experiences to create a new person that fit the organization's goals. It's too cruel to destroy someone's identity," the Doctor said, "is that what you were going to say. Well save it. I heard it before. As I told you, we are in a war and sometimes we have to make sacrifices. He will become whoever I want him to become and you will do your part to make sure it happens." II. A young girl woke up. She seemed startled as she sat up in her bed in a dark room. She quickly got up and turned on the lights to evaluate her surroundings. She wasn't surprised to find herself in a different body or even at being female. She was startled by the fact that she had no memory of ever changing into this form. This wasn't the first time she was in a body that was unfamiliar to her. In fact she had changed so many times that she almost forgot what she really looked like originally. She knew who she was. She was Joe Clark but she had to concentrate to remember what she had looked like when she had Joe Clark's original body. On rare occasions, for short times, she had been female before so this was nothing new. But the loss of memory that was new. She tried to remember what had happened to her. Her last memory was trying to escape from the big giant that was chasing her. But back then, she wasn't a she. She was a man with the ability to contort his legs and jump great distances. To take advantage of his new powers, Joe climbed the stairs to a roof and was jumping from one roof to next. Unfortunately, the giant of a man was able to follow every jump. When the next jump seemed impossible, Joe tried to jump over the giant and was caught. Not having any other options, Joe had copied the giant's dna and tried to fight his way out. But that didn't work either. Joe remembered being handcuffed and dragged into a big van where the giant gave him a shot. The last thing Joe remembered was slowly losing consciousness as he lay in the back of the van as the giant drove the van to who knows where. This wasn't the first time Joe was chased. Many beings with seemingly impossible powers tried to capture him. Most of the time, Joe simply disappeared into a crowd and changed several times to escape. But that didn't work this time. He changed and changed again but somehow this giant of a man kept following him. It was like he was tracking Joe. Why don't these people stop bothering him? They all wanted the same thing. "Join us," they would say. Some promised riches beyond imagination others offered power. Some just simply offered protection. Joe just wanted to be left alone to lead a normal life or as normal as his abilities would allow. His ability to copy others allowed him to get all the money he wanted. He didn't even have to steal. What ever the original had on him, Joe would also get a copy. He just had to pick someone that looked like had money and copy that person and instantly Joe would also have money. He didn't even want power because power brought about danger. He didn't need danger. No, all Joe wanted was to be left alone. When Joe turned a corner, he bumped into a very tall thin man. He touched this thin man with both hands to change into him in order to escape. As soon as Joe changed into the thin man, the other thin man smiled. He didn't have an expression of shock at seeing his sudden twin that most people have. He said, "you can jump now," and then as if to show what he meant, he jumped very high and away. Joe realized that he now possessed the same ability and that's when he decided to go to the roof top to attempt escape from the giant. But that didn't work. Now he was handcuffed, drugged and being driven to an unknown location. It appeared to Joe that he was once again going to be offered a "chance of a lifetime to join some organization of super beings." He knew that nothing serious would happen to him while there was a chance that he may join. He may have to act like he was interested and to once again find an opportunity to escape. That was the plan when he lost consciousness and now he was a young girl. What had happened? Where was he or more accurately she? She looked in the mirror across the room. She saw a young pretty girl. She had bandages in her head and could see long red hair flowing out from the bandages. Her head hurt like hell. "What the fuck?" the little girl said as she touched the bandages on her head and felt a sharp pain. III. [flashback] Dr. Jones sat in a moderately decorated dining room with a beautiful red headed woman in her twenties, sitting across from him. He held her left hand in his as he looked into her eyes. "Darling," Dr. Jones spoke, "I've been thinking about our argument and realized that I've been wrong. I am sorry for not spending time with you. I foolishly put my work ahead of our relationship. That foolishness stops now. You and our relationship is my top priority." "I know how important your work is," responded the redhead, "Your research can eventually cure many forms of psychosis. I was the one that was wrong to complain... We can wait to start a family. We are still young and have plenty of time..." "No," Dr. Jones responded, "I was being a fool. You are my World and my work can wait. Nothing else is as important as you are to me." A tear dropped out of the woman's left eye and Dr. Jones used his finger to gently stop it from going down her face. "You would delay your research for me, to start a family with me. I love you so much," said the redhead. "I love you too, Jennifer" responded Dr. Jones. The couple leaned into each other for a kiss. But before they could kiss a voice that did not belong to either of the couple was heard. "None of this is real," said a male voice from nowhere. Suddenly the dining room changed to a hospital room. The redhead was in a hospital bed with her eyes closed as if asleep. Dr. Jones was sitting on a chair next to the bed holding her right hand. An old man in a fancy black suit, was standing near the entrance to the room. "Who are you?" asked Dr. Jones. "Just call me Doctor. I am the one person in this planet that can help her," responded the man in the black suit. "She already has doctors," Dr. Jones responded, "some of the best in the world. I know you are not one of them because I met all her doctors," "Yes," the Doctor responded, "but none of them are able to bring her out of her comma... but I can." "How?" Dr. Jones asked. "Like you Mr. Jones, I am special, responded the man in the black suit that identified himself as the Doctor. "I don't know what you are talking about," Dr. Jones replied. The Doctor smiled, "I know about your power to create illusions like the one you created just now." Dr. Jones cursed himself for using his power of illusion so recklessly in a place where someone else could walk in and see. "What illusions?" Dr. Jones said pretending that nothing unusual happened. The Doctor laughed, "There is no need to deny, Mr. Jones. I know all about your power to create illusions. I also have a power, the power to heal." Dr. Jones was not aware of anyone else possessing any powers. So he was skeptical about this man's claim of power to heal. "If what you say is true," the Dr. Jones replied, "then heal her.... I will give you all my money and possessions." "I am not interested in your measly possessions," the Doctor replied. "I want you to perform some jobs for me." "What type of jobs?" Dr. Jones asked not liking the conversation. "Nothing too difficult," the Doctor replied, "I need you to help me convince some others to join my organization and create in them a sense of loyalty to me." "Just heal her and I will do anything you want," Dr. Jones replied still not believing the other man's claims. He wanted proof. "Patience," the Doctor stated, "healing her will cost me dearly, probably take away a few years from my life. Such high cost demands that you give me a down payment in services." Dr. Jones became very angry. This idiot was toying with his emotions and wasting his time. "Do you think of me a fool?" he said, "I don't believe anything you stated. Either show me your power or get the hell out of this room while you still can." "Mr. Jones, I know you are not a fool," the Doctor said, "But you are acting very foolishly. I've been watching you and your lovely wife for a long time and know more about you than you realize." Dr. Jones angrily stated, "I am not a mister. I have a doctorate in psychology. If you know about me as much as you claim to know then you should call me by my proper title." The doctor laughed at Dr. Jones. "In my presence, I am the only Doctor. You may have a doctorate, but no one has my intellect and no one deserves to be called a doctor in my presence but me." Dr. Jones lost his composure and did something that he normally would never do. He suddenly changed to a demon like creature standing ten feet tall. He got up from his chair and moved aggressively towards the man who claimed to be a doctor. "You don't know anything about me," said Dr. Jones, "either you show me your power or get out of here!" "As you wish," the Doctor stated showing no trace of fear," he simply touched the demon like creature's legs and the illusion disappeared. Dr. Jones fell to the ground. "I know that everything you do is just an illusion," the Doctor stated, "but everything I do is real. Your legs have atrophied to the point that you can no longer stand." Dr. Jones looked at the Doctor with great fear. This can't be possible he thought. "I can use my powers to either take away or give health," the Doctor stated, "What I did to you is just a small demonstration of my powers. I can heal her but will only do so if you join my organization and show your loyalty to me by performing some jobs for me and then and only then will I heal her." IV. The doctor's instructions were very clear. Recreate Joe Clark's childhood just like he did for Mark Peterson. That was the plan. The lights came on in the room shown on the surveillance camera. So it was time to begin. Dr. Jones was preparing to enter the room that he created using his illusion power. Dr. Jones sat in his wheel chair at the entrance of the girl's room, hesitating. The woman next said, "It's time Mr. Jones." She had short spiky blue hair. She kept touching the tips of her middle fingers to her thumbs and created little bolts of electricity that flowed from her fingers to her thumbs. "You have to control that Spark," Dr. Jones warned. "Why?" she stated, "he won't be able to see it thanks to your illusion." "Yes but if you touch him," Dr. Jones said, "he will feel it." "I will control it if I touch him," the woman said. "No," Dr. Jones said, "it's too risky, while in that room you will not use your power the entire time." "You are no fun," she said as she touched Dr. Jones who instantly felt a bolt of electricity flow through his body. It was minor shock that didn't hurt him but none the less felt uncomfortable. "Stop that," Dr. Jones said. Spark just laughed. Dr. Jones used crutches to stand up from his wheelchair. Suddenly, Dr. Jones changed himself to a man in his mid thirties with red hair and his crutches were not visible. The woman next to him changed into a beautiful strawberry blond about the same age. Dr. Jones and the woman next to him walked into a little girl's room together and found a startled girl standing near the light switch. "We saw your lights on?" Dr. Jones said in gentle voice. "Are you alright honey," said the blond woman. The girl just looked at the couple, startled. Joe had to think quickly. These people didn't seem to know who he was. It wasn't the first time that others have confused him for the person that he had copied. "You should be in bed," the blond woman said looking concerned. "The doctor said that you have to rest. That was a nasty bump you took to your head." That explained the bandages and the pain. Joe touched the bandages on his head. He again felt a sharp pain. He wondered if he took the bump or if the girl he copied took the bump. Regardless whether he injured himself after he copied her or if the girl had injured herself before he copied her, he now had the injuries. He was concerned. "You shouldn't do that, Jennifer" Dr. Jones said. "Listen to your mother and go back to bed." Joe decided to play along for now to find out where he was and what had happened to him. With a suspicious eye towards the two adults standing near him, Joe returned to bed. "The doctor said that you may feel disoriented," Dr. Jones said, "he said that you suffered some memory loss. When he was here, you told him that you recognized us and knew who you were but didn't remember much else. You know who we are don't you honey? You know who you are right, Jennifer?" Joe knew exactly who he was and that he was no Jennifer. What he wasn't sure of is whether these two people knew who he was so he just pretended. "I think so," he said, "but I really don't remember much." "It's ok," said the blond beautiful woman, "you will remember everything soon enough. The doctor said that your memory will return slowly. Rest for now. If you need anything just call me or your father." With that the couple turned off the light and exited. As soon as the door closed, the blond woman changed to her true self, a thin woman in mid twenties with spiky hair. Similarly, Dr. Jones changed to himself a man standing using crutches. "I think that went well," said the thin woman. "Time will tell," Dr. Jones stated. "It worked with Kinet," the thin woman said, "so I don't see why it won't work with him." "This one is more delicate," Dr. Jones said. V. [flashback] "Mr. Jones," the Doctor said, "I've got another subject for you." The Doctor and Dr. Jones entered a large living room with a big screen. On that screen, Dr. Jones saw the Hunter holding down a small person. "He is just a boy," said Dr. Jones, "I can't use my powers on him." "He is actually eighteen," replied the Doctor, "he is small because his physical growth is restricted." "He is a midget?" asked Dr. Jones. "He suffers from skeletal dysplasia or dwarfism," the Doctor responded, "people with his condition like to be referred to as little people." "Eighteen is still too young," Dr. Jones stated, "I won't manipulate him." "As I told you before," the Doctor stated, "I don't want your ethical considerations to get in the way of the organization's goals. If you want me to heal your wife, you will do as you are told without question." "Show me the Eye's images of his powers," Dr. Jones stated sounding almost disinterested. "No images this time," said the Doctor, "the subject never uses his powers. His name is Mark Peterson and I nicknamed him Kinet. Kinet's parents have convinced him to hide his powers and even feel shame of it. Years of propaganda by his parents have made him almost useless to me." "It sounds hopeless," said Dr. Jones. "Nothing is hopeless," replied the Doctor, "you should know that by now." "But what can I do to counter years of his parents' influences?" Dr. Jones asked. "You are a psychologist that worked in advance psychological conditioning. I don't have to tell you that a person's identity is made up of his genes and experiences and that experiences can mold a person," The doctor stated, "Kinet already has the genes we need and you will give him the necessary experience to make him useful to our organization." "How can I do that?" asked Dr. Jones "how can I counter the many years of experiences that he has already had since childhood. You will use your powers to give him a different childhood," said the Doctor, "his diminutive size should help you perfect the illusion. You will raise him again from adolescence to his present age. But this time, he will get encouragement to use and develop his powers. Of course as usual, you will also encourage a sense of loyalty to me." "That's impossible," said Dr. Jones, "I can't recreate someone's childhood." "Of course you can," said the Doctor, "it will take time but you can create illusions that will simulate his childhood." "But..." Dr. Jones said. "Kinet is very important to the organization," the Doctor stated, "he can move objects with mere thoughts. You will do whatever it takes to convince him that his real childhood is just a dream and convince him that your illusions are real." "It won't work," Dr. Jones stated. "Yes it will," the doctor stated, "humans need encouragement. Kinet didn't receive any. He craves it... is desperate to receive it. You will provide it and Kinet, despite early reluctance, in the end will willingly take it. He will believe it because he wants to believe. I will provide all of the resources necessary to accomplish this." VI. "But why do you need me to act like a girl," asked Kinet, "why can't Spark do it?" Dr. Jones sighed. He was getting frustrated with the individuals that were supposed to help him. They had so many idiotic questions. Why couldn't they just follow simple instructions? He sometimes wanted to just ignore them and do it all by himself. But knew that the situation was delicate and he had to have a physical presence backing up his illusions, just in case physical touch was made. He signed again and remembered when he had to answer a similar question when Mark was being converted. "Why do I have to bring in all these furniture and other items?" asked the Hunter, "Can't you just use your illusions? His response back then to the Hunter was, "As I told you many times, my powers only effect what people see and hear. I cannot change the physical world. So I can make that bookshelf look like a bed and can even make thin air look like a chair but someone can't lay on a bookshelf or sit on thin air. Mimic would notice this unless we use real furniture and real items in the room. I can modify the appearance but not the physical shape. When Kinet nodded his understanding, Dr. Jones imagined the young person that he had changed. Dr. Jones looked at Mark and started to feel sorry for what he had done to him in the past. This was probably a little too familiar for Mark. Speaking this time with as much kindness and understanding Dr. Jones could muster, he said "Spark is too big to play the role of a little girl. If Joe came in physical contact with her, it may lead to questions. Mark, you are the perfect size to play the role of a little girl" This really was a subject that made Kinet feel uneasy. His size or lack thereof, was something that was sensitive to him. It was bad enough that they used his body to make Mimic the size of a little child. He tried to convince Dr. Jones that using his body was dangerous because Mimic would also have those powers. But Dr. Jones stated that he would keep Mimic from discovering the powers that he copied. It was even worse, when he found out that Mr. Jones was using his power to make his twin's body look like a girl. The fact that his small size was forcing Kinet to play the part of a little girl himself made him angry. In reality he just had to stand there and Mr. Jones would do the rest with his illusions. But having to hear all those little girl things and even play along a little by following the motions somewhat just in case physical contact was established, made him sick to his stomach. "But do we have to use real makeup?" Kinet asked, "and wear dresses? I look like an idiot." "You are going to play dress up with him," Dr. Jones replied, "which means that both of you may put on the same makeup and wear dresses. If they are not real, he will feel the difference. "Can't you get someone else to do it?" Kinet asked, "I am sure there are lots of females that are small enough to play the part of a little girl." "The situation is too delicate to bring in someone else," Dr. Jones replied. "The things I do for father, no son should be made to do," Kinet stated, "This is so ridiculous." Kinet finally took the makeup kit and the suitcase full of dresses and made his way to Mimic's room. Spark was waiting for him outside. "I hate this," Kinet said to Spark. "This is no picnic for me either," Spark said, "I signed up to fight super villains not act like mommy." "At least you are a girl," Kinet replied. "I am woman," corrected Spark, "you are a girl." Just as Spark called Kinet a girl, the two transformed into the parts that they would be playing. Both entered the room and kept quite. "Michelle is here," the blond woman said and she has a great surprise for you. "We are going to play dress up for the first time!" Michelle said excitedly. "I even brought make up... it's real... like the lipstick which will add real color to our lips and my mommy let me borrow many of her old dresses." Joe sat up from his bed. This was ridiculous. He's been waiting for a week to find out more information but nothing. Like it or not, he was now seriously considering just going away even without the information. But he decided to find a better opportunity to escape this place. So for now, he acted excited. "Cool," Joe replied pretending to be excited. Dr. Jones knew better than to believe what was going on in that room. It was obvious to him that Joe was pretending. Joe probably thought he was fooling the other little girl so that suspicion would not arise about his true identity. If Joe only knew what was going on. For now this was perfectly acceptable. Even play acting like girl would be helpful to reinforce his self image as a girl. Over time, with enough illusions, he could perhaps convince Joe to actually believe that he is a girl. But even if that worked, it wasn't enough for Dr. Jones to meet his secret goals. The harder task would be to convince him that was a specific girl. VII. [flashback] Dr. Jones sat in his bed crying in a large bed in his bedroom. The crying woke up his red headed wife lying next to him. She sat up and asked with a concerned look on her beautiful face, "what is wrong?" "Jennifer, I am helping a terrible man," he said, "because of me he will be able to do some terrible things. I feel so ashamed." "Then stop helping this terrible man," she responded. It seemed so simple to her. But she didn't understand and he couldn't really explain. "I have to help him," he said "I don't have a choice. The problem is that my actions are turning me into a terrible person too." "Robert Jones, I know you and I know that you are a good person," she said, "if you are helping this terrible man, you must have a good reason. But what ever the reason, you must stop." "I can't," Dr. Jones said, "it's the only way we can be together again and I miss you so much." "We are together now," she said looking puzzled. "Is he threatening to keep us apart in the future?" she asked looking sad. "Yes," Dr. Jones said, "and he has the power to do it," he said. "I don't believe that will be possible," she responded with a smile. "I love you and we will always be together. Love conquers all, don't you know." "I love you too and I wish this was real. But it's just an illusion," Dr. Jones replied. The beautiful redhead looked even more puzzled. Dr. Jones looked at her with sadness. "I don't even know if he will keep his word. In fact, I am fairly certain that he won't. But what else could I do?" "You are a smart," she smiled, "I am sure you will think of something. You always come up with a solution that's outside of the box. If there's any way you can keep us together without helping this terrible man, you will find the answer." Dr. Jones was in deep thought and the love of his life knew him well enough to keep quite and let him think. He seemed to come to a conclusion but he hesitated putting into words his plan. "I have a possible answer," he responded. "You see," she smiled, "I knew my man would come up with a solution to his problem." "But it still won't be the same," he said, "it will be different but it may be the only way for us to be together. At least it won't be just an illusion. You will have independent thought and you will be a real person. If it works you will be you." Suddenly the room changed. The bedroom turned into a hospital room. The large bed turned into a small hospital bed. The beautiful redhead was lying on the hospital bed by herself. Dr. Jones was sitting in his wheel chair next to that hospital bed. He was holding her hand. He had tears running down his face. He retrieved several pictures from his pocket. He looked at the pictures and picked one and put the rest back in his pocket. "But it still won't be the same," he said, "but it's the best I can do." The picture that was left in his hand was of red headed little girl with what appeared to be her parents. "I have to borrow your family pictures, Jennifer," he said. "I hope you don't mind. I need it for something very important. It will help us to be together again." "I have to do what ever it takes for us to be together again," he said. "Illusionary images are not enough anymore. They just sadden me even more. I know that I am making you say what you say. I try to simulate what you actually would've said but I know it's still me controlling the whole thing. I need something that's more real. He used the controls on his wheel chair hurried out of the hospital room with one picture still in his hand. VIII. Dr. Jones held a picture of a couple and a little girl. The man in the picture appeared to be in his thirties and had red hair and the woman next to him had strawberry blond hair. The girl in the picture looked just like the girl in the room shown in the screen. The room also looked like the room in the picture. When he heard someone approaching, he quickly hid the picture in his pocket. "Why a little girl?" asked the Doctor as he entered the large living room with the screen. The little red headed girl was playing a game of mommy with another little girl and several dolls. They seemed to be enjoying themselves. "Its a little experiment," Dr. Jones stated, "with Joe's ability he could turn himself into anyone. This adds an interesting tool for us. In order to dissociate with his true self, it's best to recreate a childhood that's as different as possible from his own. A life as a little girl will accomplish this goal." "Interesting," said the Doctor, "I see the value of such an experiment. Besides, I've always wanted a daughter." He smiled. "No not a daughter," Dr. Jones replied, "perhaps a girl friend but not a daughter." "Parent-child relationship worked well with Kinet," the Doctor responded, "why not use the technique that worked." "How would we explain her to Mark?" Dr. Jones stated, "he doesn't have any memories of her. Besides in order for this to work I need Mark's help and seeing manipulations that are similar to his may raise questions in his mind about his reality." "I see your point, carry on," The Doctor stated, "But before you decide to implement any other variations, run it by me first. Is that understood?" "Yes, doctor," replied Dr. Jones. After the doctor left the surveillance room, Dr. Jones again put his full attention to what was going on in the illusion room. The little girls were playing. They kept dressing the dolls with different outfit and laughing at some combos that clearly did not work. "A pink top with a black skirt makes her look like a pumpkin," the redhead stated. Both girls giggled. "Yeah, that white skirt will go allot better," said the other girl. "But it's so short," the redhead replied, "there is no way my daughter is going to go out wearing that outfit." "Yeah, boys may want to kiss her," said the other girl. "Yuck!" both girls said in unison and giggled. After the dolls were all dressed, the two girls took turns talking about their make believe daughters and what trouble they were. But in the end they both agreed that their daughters were angels at heart. They hugged the little dolls with content. Dr. Jones again liked the image that he was controlling. Dr. Jones was aware that Joe would try to copy him and attempt an escape. So Dr. Jones had been careful to keep his distance when alone with him. But the time was coming to allow Joe an attempt to escape. This was a delicate matter that had to be controlled so that a doubt would be created of his true self image. IX. Joe Clark was getting sick of pretending to be a little girl. It's been about a month since he woke up in this form. By now he was convinced that the people around him did not know anything about his true identity. He still didn't know how he ended up in this house and this form. He also didn't remember the injury to his head. That curiosity led him to be patient and study his situation far longer than he would have otherwise. But now, he was getting quite sick of living the life of a little girl and convinced that no matter how much more time he spent here, he would not find out how he ended up in this place. He was also getting tired of the constant pain in his head. A doctor would come in periodically and check his wounds. While his parents watched with concern, the doctor would remove Joe's bandages and check his wounds with both hands. But each time the doctor came, he felt worse not better. His head was hurting like crazy. He really wanted to change forms in hopes of escaping his injury. He was also tired of being confined to this girly room. His pretend parents told him that it was for his own good. They told him that the injury to his head was serious enough that caution should be used. That's why he had to stay in his room. To help with boredom, Jennifer's best friend, Michelle came over each day to play. Joe had no interest in playing with her. He could have told his pretend parents that he was too injured to play but decided against it in hopes that Michelle could give him some clues as to where he was and how he got there. So for now, he pretended to play to avoid any suspicion. Luckily, Michelle led the play activity and it was easy for him to just follow along and pretend to enjoy the little girl games. He decided to be extra careful today to avoid any suspicion. He would try to escape his place as soon as a good opportunity presented itself. He had no desire of running away from this place as a little girl. So he would have to copy the only male body that he had contact while alone since he got there. At the first chance he got he would copy the body of his pretend father. Joe hoped that the shock of seeing his little girl turn into his twin would immobilize him enough that Joe could escape without any confrontation. His thoughts were interrupted by now a familiar blond woman and a young girl entering his room. "Jennifer, Michelle is here to play with you again," the blond woman stated, "be good girls." Michelle showed what she was carrying. It was a little tea set. "We are going to have a tea party!" she said excitedly. "All our friends are invited!" "Great," Joe thought sarcastically. "How fun?" he said in the most sincere voice he could muster. The blond woman was about to leave the room to allow the little girls play by themselves, when Michelle spoke up. "You should invite your mommy to join us," said Michelle. Not wanting to raise suspicion, Joe asked, "Mommy please have tea with us," in a sweet voice. Dr. Jones had to smile at the image in the screen. He knew that none of them wanted to play tea party but knew that each would play their part. He controlled the events perfectly to give Joe another feminine experience. He sat in his wheelchair attentively watching the scene unfold in the screen in front as he controlled the images and sounds that came from that screen. X [flashback] "I know that this is fucking fake," yelled Kinet, "I don't know how you people are doing this. But I am not crazy and I know who I am and I am not a little kid. You fuckers will regret messing with me. I will make all of pay for this." "Such foul language for a little boy," said Dr. Jones appearing as younger version of the doctor. At this time, he was glad that Kinet still refused to use his powers. Otherwise this situation could have been dangerous. "I am not a little boy," yelled Kinet. "The doctor told me that you would be delusional," Dr. Jones said. "He mentioned that you may have memory loss too. But I didn't think it would be this bad." "I don't fucking believe anything you are telling me," Kinet yelled and attempted to hit Dr. Jones with his fist. Dr. Jones easily dodged his advances and quickly subdued him. Kinet could have used his powers to help himself but he didn't, even when faced with this crazy situation. "Please son," Dr. Jones stated, "you must calm yourself. You can get hurt." "I am not your son," Kinet yelled, "Unless you let me go, I will kill you." Not knowing what else to do, Dr. Jones left the room quickly and closed door behind him. It was obvious that this was not going to work. He would tell the Doctor that it was hopeless. Dr. Jones was afraid that it would cause the Doctor to not keep the Doctor's promise to heal his wife. He paused and took a deep breath. "Perhaps it just needs more time. I can try again tomorrow and if it doesn't work tomorrow I can try again the next day and so on. Eventually, hopefully it will work." Dr. Jones was still not convinced. He could still hear the boy yelling at the top of his lungs. This was impossible. But what else could he do. He needed the Doctor's help and he knew giving up so early was not an option that he could take due to the risks associated with such course of action. So he decided to try again. He did so. For many months that followed, progress was not made. The boy was still angry and would ignore all the illusions. But after months slow progress could be seen. The boy began to doubt his own reality and slowly began to accept the illusory reality presented to him. It took a year for Mark to accept the lie that the Doctor was his father. XI. This was it. Joe Clark couldn't take it anymore. He never had to endure being female for this long before. It was driving him crazy. His headaches were still a concern but he hoped that once he changed forms it would be solved. His pretend father was in the room with Joe and no one else. This was the opportunity that he had been waiting for. "Daddy can you give me a hug?" "Of course darling," the red headed man said and approached his daughter for the hug. Joe quickly placed his hands on the man that pretended to be his father and nothing happened. Dr. Jones timed the illusion perfectly so that Joe's clothing and items did not appear to change. Joe was shocked. He touched the man again just in case and nothing happened. Dr. Jones again timed it. Unknown to Joe Clark, the man that entered the room with the illusionary disguise of his pretend father was not Dr. Jones as usual but Mark Peterson aka Kinet. Kinet was using his power to levitate on a board giving the appearance of extra height. Dr. Jones perfected the image by using his powers of illusion from another room. "What the fuck?" Joe said looking puzzled. "Excuse me," the redheaded man said, "where did you learn such foul language young lady?" "Nothing happened." Joe said in a girl's voice. "What was supposed to happen?" the red headed man asked. "You!" Joe said jumping off the bed and going away from the red headed man. "You had something to do with this. What happened to my powers?" "I don't know what you are talking about young lady!" the red headman man said, "but you better explain yourself for using such foul language." "You did something to me," Joe said not understanding what happened, "this can't be happening to me. "I think your injury is worse that we thought," the red headed man said, "I better call the doctor." He quickly left the room. Joe tried to follow him out but found that the room was locked from the outside. He was trapped. He began to panic and started to scream obscenities. Couple hours later the door to Joe's room finally opened and Dr. Jones acting as the girl's father, Spark acting as the girl's mother, and the doctor acting like a doctor entered the room. The couple held Joe down and the doctor touched his head. Afterwards, he felt very light headed. It felt like he was losing consciousness but he was still aware of his surroundings. He could no longer move or speak but could hear the others speaking. "Her head trauma is more severe than I thought," the Doctor said, "she's probably hallucinating or hallucinated and somehow believes that her hallucinations are real. I will have to constantly monitor her condition. "It sounds very serious," said Dr. Jones. "I think with proper care this condition will be temporary," the Doctor said. "Should we take her to a hospital?" said Spark. "No," the Doctor responded, "There's nothing we can do at a hospital that we can't do here. . I think it's best if we let her rest as much as possible." I will give her a sedative to help her sleep and will check up on her daily." The doctor produced a syringe and gave Joe a shot. Joe was scared to death about what these crazy people might be up to but couldn't do anything about it. Slowly Joe lost consciousness. XII. [Flashback] At first Dr. Jones didn't think it was possible. If he didn't see the results himself he probably still would not believe it. For about one year Mark refused to believe any of the illusions. Dr. Jones carefully crafted images and sounds while Mark was awake to reinforce the images. When Dr. Jones was not available, they induced Mark to sleep with sedatives. Slowly he began to doubt his own reality. Then it happened. He accepted that he was a younger version of himself and the Doctor was his father. The fake head trauma was stroke of genius. The Doctor used it for an explanation for giving treatments to Mark. It took continuous repetitive reinforcements of the false reality through illusions. The Doctor's statements that the boy was suffering from hallucinations with periodic inducement of pain and dizziness helped with the progress by creating doubt. Once doubt of his true reality began to take shape, it was just a matter of continuous filling in of the gaps in his memory created by the doubts with the illusion and reinforcement. Once Mark accepted the lie that the Doctor was his father, the Doctor began to spend more time with him and encouraged him to use and develop his powers. At first Mark was reluctant but after receiving repeated positive reinforcements from the Doctor, Mark began to feel comfortable about using his powers and started to feel comfortable about his relationship with the Doctor. Even after Mark accepted the alternate reality, there were two major steps that needed to be taken. The first obstacle was reentering life. They had used the fake head trauma as an excuse to keep him locked in his room and therefore isolated from others. But eventually, it was necessary to reintroduce him to the world. This was a major step. The Doctor through his powers, with the help of the organization's resources, could have a created a fake environment to re-introduce Mark to the real world. But that carried dangers. There weren't enough people that the organization trusted to help with the illusion by providing bodies. Unsupported images of people were just too dangerous because, Mark could come to physical contact with them and find out that they are not real. Therefore, they had to actually let him enter the World. They carefully selected a private school for Mark to attend. Dr. Jones accompanied the boy in secret by masking himself as one of the students at the school and carefully crafted Mark's image so that others would not suspect Mark's true age. It was a difficult tedious process but it worked. The second major step was making a jump in age when the time came to do so. The organization could not wait for Mark to age in the fake reality in real time. It would have taken too long. So naturally a jump in age had to be made. It was delicate matter. Again using the fake head injury as an excuse, they told him that he suffered from partial amnesia. Mark's school records had to be falsified and he was enrolled in another private school. Every detail of what had happened during the period of fake amnesia had be made up and memorized, just in case questions were asked. To Dr. Jones' relief, Mark just accepted the answers that were provided to him. XIII. "I am not wearing a dress," Joe said emphatically. "I don't understand darling," Spark with the image of a blond woman said, "it's not like you've never wore a dress before." "That's when I was playing along in this charade," Joe replied, "I refuse to pretend that I am a little girl anymore." "Not this again," said Dr. Jones in the image of a red headed man, "your mother and I are trying to be as understanding as possible. We know that your head trauma is causing you to believe that you are someone else. But time has come for you to accept the truth. Or..." "Or what?" Joe said, "you are going to spank me? You really think threats are going to work against me? I had to fend for myself for several years now and had to face attacks from super powered beings. You don't scare me." "Young lady," Dr. Jones said, "I am getting tired of your disobedience and might just have to spank you!" But before Dr. Jones could spank Joe, his pretend wife stopped him. "Darling," Spark said, "this is for your own good. Until you accept the truth, we have no option but keep you in here. I know how lonely that must be. Your father and I keep you company but you need someone of your own age to befriend. You scared off your best friend and now she doesn't come around anymore. It's time, darling. Soon or later you will have to accept reality." Joe thought about what this woman was saying. Perhaps pretending again that he accepted being a little girl would be advisable. Perhaps, that could afford a chance for him to escape from this feminine prison. Trying to change himself by copying others certainly did not work. And his attempts to escape in this body were also futile. He had to bide his time. Sudden transformation to a willing girl would be suspicious. But he if he took his time and planned it right, perhaps he could escape. After the couple left the room, Spark's and Dr. Jones' image changed to fit their real bodies. "If I was allowed to speak my own thoughts," Spark said, "I would have spanked that brat." "I know," Dr. Jones said, "that's why I control what's heard and seen." "You think that routine will work?" Spark asked. "It has to," Dr. Jones said, "it's my last hope." XIV. [flashback] Joe was shocked speechless. Everyone in the room was also shocked. For the first time in his life, Joe had changed to someone else. He somehow became a duplicate copy of his teacher. A few minutes before, he played a prank that was noticed by his teacher and was about to get punished. Instead of accepting the punishment, he decided to push the teacher away. In that instance, he had copied the teacher's DNA. And now standing at the head of the class, stood two identical slightly balding men. Everyone knew that there were those individuals that possessed certain powers. But to actually see such power in action and to have such a person in the class room was totally different from seeing it on the news on the television. Everyone, including Joe just stood there frozen in time, until another little boy spoke up. "He is a freak!" yelled the boy. "Joe Clark is a freak!" The class full of kids started to chant "freak," over and over again. Joe Clark wanted to deny these allegations. But how could he? He also witnessed the incredible transformation. Tears started to form in his eyes. But he was a boy and was taught by his father that boys should not cry, at least not in front of others. Not knowing what else to do, he ran out of the class and out of that school. Since then, he didn't stop running. Since then, he had been alone. He never bothered going home because he knew how his parents would react. He had heard his father talk about "those freaks" many times. His father would want nothing to do with him. His father would be embarrassed to have a son who is a freak and would hate him for it. His mother would feel bad for him but in the end would side with his father. Joe knew that he could not count on his parents. Further he had no one else to turn to. So there he was, a little boy, in his teacher's body, with no one to help him. He didn't know where to go or what to do. When he checked his pockets, he found little over fifty dollars in a wallet with credit cards and a driver's license. That's when he discovered that he would get a copy of anything that his targets had with them when he copied them. Joe used the fifty dollars to get a place to stay for the night and to get something to eat. The next day after he ran out of money, he thought about using the credit card but decided against it because he was worried that somehow the police would be able to track him if he used a credit card. Not having any skills or knowledge, Joe decided that he would use his abilities to his advantage. From that day forward, he copied others when ever he ran out of money. Joe didn't like the idea of stealing or committing any criminal acts. But felt that if he is just copying others and their money and not tacking away someone's money that that was not stealing. The difficult part was copying someone without creating allot of unwanted attention. He tried different techniques. Sometimes he copied someone within a large crowd and quickly moved away from his target once the copy was completed. Other times, he picked an isolated or private place and copied someone and used their momentary shock to his advantage and quickly got away. His efforts allowed him to survive. He did not like taking chances so he only used his powers when he ran out of money. But despite being careful, he started to attract unwanted attention. Other beings with special powers started to bother him. The thought of joining another family was attractive to Joe but he didn't like the cost. Some of them wanted his help to commit crimes. He was completely against this. Others wanted him to help stop others from committing crimes. While this was a noble calling, Joe wanted nothing to do with it. He didn't like danger and he didn't want to risk his life doing something heroic. He just wanted to live his life. XVI. Several months of pretending to slowly accept this girlish reality, was finally going to pay off. Joe's fake parents were going to finally let him go out of his room and out of this house and into reality. This truly was an exciting moment. Even the dress that his fake parents were going to make him wear for this special occasion did not deter his good mood. He was all smiles. The school consisted of only a few students and two teachers. Just to see what would happen, Joe tried to use his power again but as usual Dr. Jones was there to keep up the illusion. Dr. Jones had disguised himself as a teacher and would join Joe in every class and hopefully gain his trust. The real teacher was paid well to keep this disguise. The students at the school were real students whose parents or others paid allot of money to this school to keep them away from public view and contact. The students already learned long time ago not to ask any questions. So they didn't inquire about the new teacher nor about the new pretty girl that joined their class. Even in this very controlled environment, Joe felt a sense of freedom that had been deprived to him for so long. He had pretended to accept being a girl just to have freedom from his room and his house was worth it. Now that he had this freedom, he felt unsure of himself and insecure regarding his surroundings. He had pretended to be a delicate girl for so long, he felt like a delicate girl. So he shied away from the other students and only spoke when spoken to. Even then, he only answered direct questions to him in a courteous but short manner. It took a long time for Joe to become familiar with others even in a superficial manner. Soon after Joe began to feel comfortable with his environment and brave enough to want and ask for more freedom, he started to feel pain again in his head. One night when he woke up from the pain, he found himself in another body. It was a teenager's girl's body. He looked closely at her and noticed allot of resemblance to his former body. She looked like she could be his prior versions' older sister. The odd thing was that he had no memory of ever changing into this body nor of any memory regaining his powers. Stranger still, he was still in the now familiar bedroom of the girl that he had occupied. But upon closer examinations some things were different. The bedroom now had a vanity and had a few posters of rock stars. Joe didn't understand any of this. He started to panic and screamed. Then suddenly the door to his familiar room opened and walked in his fake parents. But they seemed older. Concerned look in their faces, his fake father spoke, "you've been in a comma for two weeks... How do you feel?" "Comma, for two weeks?" Joe asked. "Yes, we found you passed out in the living room and called the doctor," they said, "the doctor told us that your symptoms from the head injury were reoccurring." Joe figured it out. He wasn't a duplicate of his prior body's older sister, he was an older version of his prior self. "I don't remember," Joe stated. "The doctor told us that your amnesia could return," his fake mother stated, "I will call him and let him know that you finally woke up from your comma." "Please darling, his fake father said, "you must rest. After you are feeling better, I will answer any questions you have." XVII. [Flashback] "I've been thinking," said Dr. Jones. He was sitting in his wheel chair facing the Doctor who was sitting behind a large desk. "That could be dangerous," said the Doctor with a smile. "When we first met," Dr. Jones stated, "you told me that you watched me and Jennifer for a long time." "Yes," the Doctor replied, "what about it?" "It was very fortunate for you that my wife got suddenly ill and slipped into a comma," Dr. Jones said. "Someone's illness is never a fortunate thing," the Doctor replied. "Jennifer was perfectly healthy in that morning," Dr. Jones said. "I go to work and find her passed out in the dining room of my apartment that evening when I come back from work." The Doctor got up from his chair and walked across the room to stare out a window facing the city below. Dr. Jones followed the doctor in his wheel chair and also looked out the window. "If you've been watching me for a long time," Dr. Jones continued, "then you must have known that I would have never willingly joined your organization. So it was fortunate for you that my wife became ill with an incurable disease that forced her into a comma." "How old do you think I am?" asked the Doctor changing the subject. "I don't know," Dr. Jones said. "Guess," said the Doctor. "Sixty five," Dr. Jones guessed. "You are probably close in terms of my body's age," the doctor said, "but I was born thirty two years ago." "How?" Dr. Jones asked shocked by that statement. "Every time I heal someone, it deteriorates my body," the doctor said, "the more serious the illness or injury, the more it ages my body to heal it. Do you see what I see when I look out the window?" "What do you see?" Dr. Jones asked. "I see very powerful beings that could crush many innocent lives," the Doctor said. "I used to be an idealist. But the war has cured me of that. I healed many friends and but I also had to let many more die because I couldn't save them all." "So you are a hero? Dr. Jones asked, "is that what you are telling me." "It's always easier to destroy then to build," the Doctor said, "it's always easier to attack then to defend. Villains have a great advantage.... they get to strike first. I and my kind are the last stand against great evil. A sense of ethics cannot get in the way because it will cause us to lose. All the people without power will lose. All the people out there and all the countless people that we can't even see, will lose their lives or worse. They cannot protect themselves. People like you, with great power, that sits on the sideline to lead a normal life is also the problem. We need you to fight on our side, to protect the innocent. So I use what's available to me to convince people like you to join the organization." "So you hurt an innocent woman," Dr. Jones said. "I have the power to make myself younger. But I don't use that power, do you know why?" "Why?" asked Dr. Jones. "In order to heal myself or make myself younger, I have to greatly hurt others," the Doctor said, "I don't even use that power against the villains so in a sense I am hypocrite. I have ethics after all." "So what you are saying is," Dr. Jones asked. "I didn't cause your wife to slip into a comma," the doctor said. "But you used your power to cripple me," Dr. Jones said. "You were not an innocent bystander," the doctor said, "You were a reluctant solider that I vitally needed. I did it to teach you a lesson and once I feel that you've learned it, I will heal you. Now if that's all, I have a lot of work to do. So goodnight." "If I help you convert Mark, will you heal my wife," Dr. Jones asked. "I will heal your wife when I am convinced that you will stay loyal to me," the Doctor replied. XVIII. "What are you doing Mr. Jones?" asked the Doctor. "Just following your instructions by converting Mimic?" answered Dr. Jones. Dr. Jones nodded to Hunter and Hunter quickly grabbed Dr. Jones and held him tight in a bear hug. "Do you think that I am fool?" the Doctor asked. "No," Dr. Jones said, "Why would you ask that?" "Mimic looks just like her," the Doctor said, "your wife." Dr. Jones began to panic. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't break the giant's hold on him. He thought about using his power of illusion. Perhaps he could have tricked Hunter to attack the Doctor. But Dr. Jones decided against it for now. Such display of his power would show complete disloyalty. There would be no point of return should his power move fail. He had to talk himself out of this problem. "Kinet and Spark tell me that you even introduced yourself to him and somehow started to date him," the Doctor said. "I only did it to help make Mimic loyal to us," Dr. Jones said. "You mean loyal to you," the Doctor said. The Doctor walked over to Dr. Jones, who was still being firmly held by the Hunter. The Doctor then touched Dr. Jones left arm and Dr. Jones felt great pain. "Your arm is now broken in couple of places," the Doctor said. "You will stop this foolishness at once." The Doctor looked at Mimic through the video screen. "You will break up with her and condition her to want to date me." Dr. Jones did not respond. The Doctor touched his right arm and instantly Dr. Jones felt great pain in his right arm. "Ok," said Dr. Jones, "anything you want." The Doctor looked at Dr. Jones. "I always wanted a beautiful wife. Make her fall in love with me." "I don't know if I could..." Dr. Jones was about to say. The Doctor interrupted Dr. Jones by touching him in his left rib. The pain was unbearable. Dr. Jones could barely breathe. "You will maker Mimic fall in love with me," the doctor said, "I will give you 100 days to accomplish this task. If you fail me or try something foolish, your wife in the hospital will pay." Not waiting for answer, the doctor slowly touched first Dr. Jones' left arm, then right arm and finally his left rib. The pain went away. After the Doctor left the room, Hunter let go of Dr. Jones and also walked out of the room. "I have to speed the process up," Dr. Jones said to himself, "and set a trap." XIX. . [flash back] "I want to thank you Dr. Jones," Kinet said. That was the first time and only time Kinet called Dr. Jones a doctor. He knew that his father would not like him calling someone else a doctor. "For what?" Dr. Jones asked. "I figured it out," Kinet said. "Figured what out, Mark?" Dr. Jones said panicking inside and trying to hide his fear. He wished that someone else was in the room with him to provide him protection. This boy was dangerous. "I know that you used your illusions on me," Kinet said. "I wouldn't do that," Dr. Jones said, "your father would not allow it." "The doctor is not my father," Kinet said. "Of course he is," Dr. Jones lied, "why would you say such a terrible thing?" "Don't worry," Kinet said, "this is just between us." "I still don't know what you are talking about," Dr. Jones said. Kinet smiled, "I understand," he said, "you are afraid that I may get angry or tell someone. But you have no reason to feel afraid." "Why would I be afraid?" Dr. Jones said. "You are afraid of