((italics are mystery captured person X during present time))
What was the best way to keep a convincing mimic, Acacia sometimes asked herself. You had to know who you were mimicking. You needed a good idea of it. Their personality, their height, weight, looks and facial features, how they might act towards a certain person and how they might treat that one person differently from others. She was a bit of an expert when it came to pretending to be others. It was also a very fun hobby to her. She put on a bit of make-up and grinned. Oh, this would be too easy. She opened the door and swept out into a busy hallway and, holding her head up high, mimicked the target exactly. She already knew exactly how to hold herself around these others. This would be very fun.
She woke up, her head bleeding, a low moan escaping her lips. Her wrists were shackled to the wall above her. She tugged the shackles experimentally but they barely budged. There was a slight rattle, though, not that that was much. As far as she knew, she had been captured by Mevolent. Which was just wonderful in itself, she thought as she stared around the cell. There were a few others in the other cells, some watching her, some going about their own business. She could see a guard. As memories returned to her, she worried about how long it would take for them to realise where she was and what they would decide to do. She hoped they wouldn't do anything stupid. The more she thought about what had happened, the more off it had seemed. It wasn't just an ordinary capture, there was something else going on. There had been a fair few people involved in her fight, but just her on her own side. Outnumbered, she had been. Outnumbered and outclassed, as embarrassing as it was. And there had been someone standing in that group who had looked like her, who had let herself get hit. The suspicious one. The faker. Something was very very wrong and there was nothing she could do about it.
It was a nice car with nice seats, Erskine's car. Mist stood at the side of the road as he examined the seat she had been sitting on. "Is there much point still going to the scan then?" He asked quietly, stepping away. The seat was covered in blood.
"Call them. Ask."
"Are you okay?"
"Because some people deal really badly with...with miscarriage..."
Yeah, and you sound pretty matter-of-fact about it. You hardly care. She spat these thoughts in her head but only shrugged on the outside. He came over and hugged her and she let him. After a few minutes he called up the clinic they had been heading to about the problem they'd encountered. They'd made the appointment under the names Angela and Niall O'Rourke. They walked the rest of the way to the clinic, apparently still needing the scan to make sure it was a miscarriage and everything was gone.
The girl chained to the wall glared as Mevolent himself approached. "You've been here before, haven't you?"
"I don't know what you mean. It would be nice if you could let me go, though. I have a medical appointment to make."
"Looks like you'll have to reschedule. We'd like to talk to you."
"About my new doppelgänger?"
"Quite. You've figured that out already then?"
"Everyone will be able to tell the difference."
"Acacia is a very good mimic. One of our best. She's the height of professionalism, and no-one will ever be any the wiser."
"There are some things she'll have trouble mimicking."
"Yes, and she'll find them out and deal with them herself. As I said, she's very good. No-one will come to rescue you. Friends, family, colleagues, they'll all be convinced you're right there. But we have more pressing matters to discuss."
"I guess I'm not in any position to refuse."
((...Several times I wanted to cancel this chapter and compress all the vital bits into other chapters, but something always stopped me...plus this chapter has vital stuff...and I told you I'd use the alias Niall O'Rourke again! Boom!...God, I regret killing all those French people...and non-French people I killed in France...and Fred Mould...I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!! I MISS THEM!!! *Le sob*...randomness there...))