The Mimic Game Novels & Stories

The lighting dimmed and resembled the sky outside. “Who goes first?” Wilbur asked. “Me! Me!” Brandon enthusiastically volunteered himself. Everyone shrugged and gestured for him to go forward. It was akin to clearing an obstacle course. He jumped, dived, climbed, and dodged. Eventually, he had to conquer a set number of targets that mimicked the animals they had to hunt. There was something similar to a punching bag located at the supposed weak spots of the animals. As they could recycle scrap metal, using weapons on these mimics were allowed. Only after enough damage was dealt, would a button on the mimics light up for them to press. This signified collecting their loot from the corpse.

The user at the top started typing. ‘The game is about to begin. For the first game, you’ll be given some set of riddles and you have just 6minutes as a deadline for you to answer. We will both play in turns and whoever wins the finals passes but if you fail, it will lead to the death of one of your loved ones.” The moment I finished reading it, it disappeared from my screen. Okay this is getting a bit creepy but can someone tell this dumbass to stop playing with the life of my loved ones? Can we just get the game started? Pfff!

he growled in her ear, “This isn’t just about the money. It’s about you thinking you could humiliate me. Strutting around the city in my shirt, looking like you’d just rolled out of my bed.” Her breath hitched, but she forced a laugh. “Didn’t the cameras love it though?” She struggled to pry out of his hold. “Montez De Vitalio’s woman, shopping half-dressed. I gave them a show. You should thank me.” His grip tightened. “You think this is a game, Amira? You think you can make me look like a fool and walk away with bags of my money?” “Yes,” she shot back, meeting his reflection with a cold smile. “Because I already did.”

Her face drained of color, and she widened her distance from Lloyd. After taking a moment to compose herself, she put on a polite, professional smile and greeted Wendy. She said, “What a coincidence, Miss Clark!” Meanwhile, with mockery in his voice, Lloyd said theatrically, “No way, Lloyd. I can’t believe you’d actually go for Miss Clark!” He shook his head and sighed. “It’s just a game. Why are you taking it so seriously?” There was an underlying meaning in his eyes, and it made Wendy’s gaze turn dark.

“The lead sweep team bypassed the outer sensor grid. They didn't miss Grid 3; they intentionally left the path open. Victoria’s technician ran a diagnostic on the local server. They detected the micro-burst transmission you used to ping Zero’s network. They’ve baited the drop point.” I stood perfectly still under the blinding, white glare of the tactical floodlight. My hands were raised, fingers splayed wide and level with my shoulders, mimicking the exact posture of a terrified, cornered runner. To the three men fanning out in front of me, I was just Aria —the weak, fragile girl who had managed to slip away with Arthur Vance's most precious ledger. A civilian playing at survival. "I didn't

At Andrew's order, the bodyguards advanced toward me. He didn't recognize me, and neither did anyone around him. We had lived almost like a secret marriage for years, and he never once named me in public, so almost no one knew what I looked like. Naturally, the bodyguards took me for the villain. Fists and boots rained down, each blow driving a white-hot blade of pain through my body. The agony swallowed everything else, and a bloodcurdling scream tore out of me, my voice ringing through the empty warehouse.

Everything turns blurry, but I see Kieran running towards me. Gideon jumps like a superhero, stopping Kieran. They crash into the snow. “If you punch her, you'll hurt the real Nova!” Gideon yells. Jace kicks a tree in distress. “Then what do we do, smart guy?” Mirror-Me stands over me, wearing my face like a bad Halloween mask. “The game is to make you watch me win,” she said, still using my voice and forcing my hand to touch the necklace. “Say goodbye, boys.”

“We remember the thread. We remember her blood. You are derivative. We respond to your presence.” Cael whispered, “Are they… reverent?” Solin stepped to the side. “Or deceiving.” Marra drew her weapon. “Both.” Riven raised a hand. “Stand down. I want to hear this.” They looked back to the mimics. “Why are you rehearsing? What is this performance?” One mimic stepped forward. A woman. Same height as Charlotte. Her voice was soft. “We are waiting to be chosen.” It wasn’t combat. It wasn’t surrender.

Questions here, nudges there, that persistent smile she wears when she thinks she’s onto something. I never say more than what I already did. She pushes the door open and stops so abruptly I walk straight into her shoulder. “What—” I start. Then I look up. And I see them. This has to be a simulation. It cannot be real. It simply cannot be happening. Ricky and River are seated side by side on the couch, controllers in hand, locked in what appears to be a very aggressive football game against each other. Shoulders tense. Thumbs flying.

What was one more thing to ensure I practiced the art I loved so much, even if it was just for a while? “You’re not doing this for free. What do you want from me, Milo?” “I want to play a little game with you. That’s it.” “What kind of game are you suggesting?” I asked, looking at him skeptically. “You have to say yes before I tell you what kind of game we’re about to play. It’s simple. You have to decide whether your law career is worth a little unknown game with a charming monster like me.” His smile unnerved me. He was like those serial killers I saw on TV. They smiled, but there was nothing happy about the smile. It was a sinister warning that something bad was about to happen.