Mimic Drawing Novels & Stories

I leaned back slightly, eyes still on the drawing. “It’s brilliant,” I said first, because it was. “But… the shoulder.” She blinked. She didn't seem surprised. I pointed, gently tapping the shoulder part. “Right here. It’s too stiff. See how the shoulder line forms almost a perfect right angle from the neck? That will be fine for a mannequin or an anime, but if you're aiming for a realistic human drawing, it will come out looking slightly weird.” “Please, explain,” her voice was quiet but I could feel a hint of excitement.

I saw that their attitude is okay, not because of my accident, and I was in a hurry to get rid of the relationship, I rose a little hope, "Can you, help me steal the evidence, so I can see what the evidence is?" Madman said, "I can' t steal it, but I can draw it for you to see." "Huh?" I was wondering how Madman was going to draw it for me, how a person can draw a picture, he immediately found paper and pencil, and then in front of me to demonstrate what is called "body camera". Using only a pencil, Madman will be Romeo' s hands to draw down the evidence, and the drawing is almost indistinguishable from the photographed photos.

"Can you draw? Do you have any artistic ability at all?" I blinked at her. "What?" She leaned forward slightly. "Can you draw? Sketching, even roughly. Can you put something down on paper that would look like him?" I shook my head slowly. "I can try, but Mira, I'm not an artist. And even if I were, drawing someone's face from memory is—" I stopped. "And you said it yourself, you've never seen him. So even if I could draw, you'd have nothing to compare it to."

I promised while wrapping my arm around her. "I know," Mira said softly. She did not sound convinced and her tiny fingers continued to work frantically on the sketch. I shifted my weight on the rug and leaned over to see what she was drawing so intensely. My breath hitched in my throat and a cold wave of dread washed over my skin. She wasn't drawing a stray cat or a flower or a cartoon character. She drew a rough outline of a tall man wearing a sharp suit with dark hair falling over his forehead. The sketch was childish but the harsh jawline and the intense eyes were undeniably familiar.

Next to the stick figure is a text box in which Simon wrote the words 'I'm the alpha; obey me or I'll poop on you. Oh my goodness, I don't know what comes over me, and I start laughing uncontrollably. This little child is a menace. My laughter attracts Denise, Sandra, and other students to come over and check out Simon's drawing. Their expressions mirror mine as they take in the picture. We're all laughing so hard that we forget this is supposed to be a class. And then all of a sudden we hear, "What is going on here?" Oh oh.

Nothing to give me a clue about where I came from or who my parents were. The sound of Miles’ footsteps pulls me from my thoughts. He runs into the living room with a crayon drawing in his hand. “Mommy, look!” he says, thrusting the paper at me. “I drawed our family!” I take the drawing, my heart melting at the sight. Miles has drawn three stick figures—a big one with brown hair, a bigger one with black hair, and a small one between them. Me, Arthur, and Miles. We’re all holding hands, the sun shining above us.

Fortunately, I stop myself from rolling my eyes. I smile, “Okay, Sir~” I mimicked saying and was about to stand up when my knees suddenly feel weak. I am ready to fall down and hurt but it didn’t happen… His sturdy muscle quickly catches me. Like the movies, the time suddenly slows down --- “Aw!” He quickly let go of me causing me to fall to the floor. “You, how can you just let go easily? If you just let go of me why did you even try to catch me!” I was so furious.

“One per model… for now. But the scientist guaranteed he can duplicate any of them in weeks. This isn’t a laboratory, it’s a time bomb.” Sasha ran a hand over his face, wiping away the sweat that ran down his temple despite the freezing air in the car. “And there’s the worst part. The Seraphim model.” “Seraphim?” “A mimetic. It’s not male, not female. It’s whatever you want it to be. It molds shape, empathy, language. It’s bait… perfect bait. You look at it and forget it isn’t real. It understands you before you understand yourself. It enchants. It hypnotizes. And it connects. For real.”

This dirty cloth that was brought out has already words and drawing on it. What was drawn is a human body not only a human body but it's Mike's body. He didn't take a precise look at his body back then so he only drew what he remember what the human body looks like. At the drawn body there are labels on each part. The labels are about the parts that evolve the most. Teeth, skin, arms, legs, feet, hands, head, leg, chest, lungs, heart, stomach, jaw, and others... Those are the label parts on his body.

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,