A Mimic Novels & Stories

“Sure. Why not?” Mim looks disappointed but then does a full body shake, starting with her head and her outstretched arms until she’s running in place for a few steps, like she’s literally trying to shake something off of her body. I hide my mouth with my free hand, still grasping my orange with the other hand. “All right. Your turn,” she says.

Xves murmured, “It won’t attack until it completes the first read. But the moment it copies your emotional baseline it will strike.” “Meaning what” Liam asked. “Meaning she can’t panic,” Xves said. “If she does the mimic will take that as approval to attack.” Aleksander muttered, “She’s already panicking.” The mimic moved again but this time it wasn’t mirroring. It reached out. Its hand lifted just a little. Like it was testing the distance. Liam stepped into its path before I could move. “Touch her and I break you in half.” The mimic didn’t look at him. It only stared at me. Like Liam’s body wasn’t even there. Like nothing mattered except the command it had been given.

I replied. The mimic laughed softly. “She will if she believes the voice belongs to you.” My breath froze. “No,” I whispered. “Yes,” she said again. “He can copy any voice he wants. Including yours.” Melissa’s voice echoed again through the chamber. “Jamal…” I looked up. “I am here. Keep talking to me.” The mimic stepped closer. “How will she know which voice is the real one.” A second voice filled the chamber. My voice. But I had not spoken.

Ang kanyang mga mata, na dati ay kayumanggi, ay panandaliang nag-flicker sa kulay violet. ​Hindi siya clone, at hindi rin siya cyborg. Siya ay isang Bio-Mimic—isang bagong creation ni Vane kung saan ang bawat cell ay isang micro-computer na kayang gayahin ang human tissue hanggang sa antas ng DNA. ​Naglakad siya patungo sa nursery kung nasaan si Alexander. Ang bawat hakbang niya ay hindi naririnig ng mga sensors dahil ang kanyang katawan ay naglalabas ng isang Frequency Jammer.

"Um... no, not getting implants. They'll get bigger the natural way." "Huh? What treatment does that?" I could tell he was way off base from where I was trying to lead. Gay or not. Simon was a man, and they just don't catch on to subtleties in these matters most of the time. I'm guessing it has something to do with having a penis. "The kind where you have a baby at the end of it." I grinned and wished I could see his face now more than before. "Oh my God! You're up the duff, aren't you?"

From the far end of the hallway emerged two figures—Resistance soldiers, faces grim. But one of them wasn’t blinking. Ivy's heart jumped. "Don't move," Asher warned, raising his weapon. The second soldier lunged—too fast, too smooth. The mimic. It dropped its disguise mid-leap, revealing a swirling, featureless face with Ivy’s reflection glimmering in its surface. Asher fired three times—once to the chest, once to the head, once to the wall behind it. The mimic shrieked as it hit the ground, spasming before dissolving into ash.

Thank goodness she’d brought her tweezers. Wait, she needed to focus. She was talking sense to herself, remember? “Lucia Hills. This is all fake. This is a fake date; this is a fake boyfriend. You can’t just go around kissing hot guys who look like they come straight out of a movie set because they smile at you like that and listen to you prattle on about your job for a few minutes.

She was writing something, her hand moving across paper in steady, mechanical strokes. "Mimic," Marcus whispered. They were Class D threats that copied human behavior. Dangerous because they looked normal until you got close enough for them to strike. This one had probably been here for years, sitting at that desk and waiting for someone stupid enough to approach. I'd killed Mimics before. The trick was speed. Get close, strike fast, don't let them react. I moved toward the desk. The woman kept writing. Three steps away. Two. One. I drove my blade through the back of her chair. The Mimic screamed—a sound that wasn't human at all. It twisted, faster than anything should move, and its face spl

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,