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AN: Hey! I would like to thank Demon Child for this idea! I am taking it from one of the reviews and just altering it a bit. I fell in love with idea for a fic and I had to use it! (Oh, and thanks for reviewing on Truth Behind the Lies, it's appreciated greatly!) Well, I have a feeling this one might take a while, but who knows. Please read and review! ^_^ Thanks!
Switched Identities
She was in a room, white walls surrounding her with carpeting to match. She sat silently in a chair placed in the center of the room, well, as center as you can get when all was dark. The only light apparent was that emanating from a small dark hole behind her that was slightly off center so that the thin beam missed her head.
"I want you to look at these pictures and identify the people in them," a firm voice commanded, echoing a bit in her ears.
She looked around, bemused, wondering where the speaker's voice was coming from. Cocking her head to the side she noticed a small box sitting in the corner. Her bafflement ebbed slowly and she focused on the beam of light that delicately splashed on the wall before her.
Suddenly, the light transformed into a large rectangular shape, the brightness increasing considerably. She squinted her eyes and ignored their pleas to avert them.
'Click.'
A picture of a middle-aged man with long, flowing platinum blonde hair and gorgeous azure eyes was staring back at her, matching her scrutiny with which seemed little effort. Though the picture was in a still frame, he felt alive, as if his presence had been in the picture.
"I don't know who he is."
'Click.'
This time, it was a photo of a group of women. She first noted the woman who sported thick blonde hair contained in a downward 'spiral'. The woman standing next to her had bluish hair and soft, warm eyes of which she came to like very much. The last woman stood behind the first two, her light brown eyes gazing thoughtfully at someone standing next to her who was cut off but the picture. She had a smile on her face, pleasant and doleful, and brown hair that was layered in silky waves.
"And them?" the masculine voice question after a moment of pondering.
"No."
'Click'. 'Click'. 'Click'. 'Click'. 'Click'.
She answered no to the five pictures that whizzed past.
"Am I finished yet?" It was getting boring quite fast.
"One more."
'Click'.
She was now faced with a man who owned spiky chocolate brown hair and the prettiest, most intense Cobalt blue eyes she'd ever encountered in her lifetime. They were so alluring and mysterious, infiltrated with an abysmal emptiness that she could easily get lost in-
"Him?"
So many pointless questions.
She felt a minor tug of recognition at the back of her mind. A vague whisper across her heart caused her stomach to lurch. Did this man mean anything to her?
"No."
"Okay, we're through. Lunch break then a little free time, how does that sound?" the man was trying his best to make it sound..appealing. After all, her life had been a routine for as long time now.
She brushed a couple strands of hair from her face after she nodded. The faint sound of the 'swish' of a door alerted her to look to her left. Light poured through the crack where the door was concealed previously.
"You're doing excellent. I believe that we're almost finished."
She stepped through into the light, shading her eyes for a couple minutes. Her head turned towards her 'partner', though, she very much believed that he was helping the cause of Dr. Maffis instead of actually wanting to be there, watching over her 24/7. Not exactly reassuring, but he was the only company she ever had since..since..
Her thoughts went awry after a hand clamped on her shoulder. A chill ran up her spine, gooseflesh prickling up on her skin.
"Claire." a deep but surprisingly calming voice floated around her. "I'm sorry to have to put you through all this."
Claire looked down to her feet, where in this room too, the carpeting was black. She liked her room upstairs. It had lavish carpeting in which you could trace the patterns in with you mind if you were bored, which she was most of the time.
"Turn around," he commanded gently. Obediently, she did as she was told. She stared at the medium sized man who stood just a few hairs shorter than she. He had a mop of silver curls that were thinning due to his distinctly old age and ambiguous ways. Brown eyes framed in small glasses sparkled in bright excitement, not for anything in particular, just for life itself.
"Dr. Maffis," she greeted with an acknowledging nod of her head. He smiled, creasing worn folds on his face as he did.
"I applaud you on your efforts, and now we will be able to let you out of this..compound to explore your new abilities on a mission I have for you."
This caught her attention. She brought her head up and stared straight ahead, a small grin playing on her face.
"I knew you'd like that. Well, let's get some lunch and after break I will explain to you what I'd like you to do for me." He took off his glasses and wiped them on the bottom of his navy shirt as he left.
"Claire, I bet you're excited." Brian came up to her, his clear sky blue eyes hiding partially beneath his sandy brown hair. Brian was about her age but acted far beyond it when dealing with Dr. Maffis (and ONLY with Dr. Maffis). Other times he was a complete daft. He slung one of his well- toned arms around her in a friendly gesture.
"Hell yeah!" Claire clenched her hands in to fists and raised them, forgetting about his arm and how attached to his arm was a body..
"Hey! Watch it, what are you trying to do?" he shouted in surprise as her fist grazed his cheek
"Oops, I'm sorry!" her face flushed to a light red.
"I'm hungry," Brian said after a few moments of silence.
"Yeah, let's go."
They both headed out, Brian playfully punching the side of her arms.
"Hey!"
He ran down the hall before she could take action.
"You come back here! Fight me like a man!"
Dr. Maffis in the lounging area heard shouts getting progressively closer.
'She's succeeded in keeping her humanity and kindness in tact, but this mission might be too cruel for her emotional stamina to take.'
Brian came barreling in, glee on his face as he ran towards the counter where the food was stationed.
"Brian!" Claire hurtled in a couple seconds after.
"Ha, too slow. You need to learn how to run. Like. A. Man."
"Do I sense, mockery?" Claire gasped in over dramatized shock. She also headed towards the food, her stomach growling loudly.
The badgering came to a halt on account of the truce that came into affect while eating. The most words ever heard during this point in time were: Can you pass the _____________ or are you sure this is food?
Claire anxiously anticipated her mission after break. She was restless and tired of waiting. She twitched a little, staring at the clock while playing a game of chess against Brian.
"Check mate," he declared, beating his fists against his chest lightly just to show his victory. "You never lose, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, I just am so close to be let into the outside world." Claire murmured wistfully.
"Oh, on this mission, I'm going with you!" Brian slid off the various pieces off the chessboard and into a large bag. Folding the board he shook his head and said in a tone that you'd only use for small children. "Dr. Maffis and I don't want anything happening to our lil' Claire on her first mission."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh the joy and rapture I am feeling towards the fact of your accompaniment." She glanced at the clock again.
"Claire, Brian, I am ready now."
Claire bolted out of her seat and to Dr. Maffis's office. Brian followed, not nearly as enthused.
"Come, sit down." Dr. Maffis waved for Brian to close the door, not that anyone was going to hear, it just seemed like an easy precaution to handle.
"Claire, we've had you in training long enough and I believe that you are ready for what I am about to give you. It's a large responsibility but I know that you will do well to uphold it."
As Claire sat down in the large chair, she felt herself sink into the cushy stuffing.
"Your first mission is not physically stressing, but mentally. You'll be able to handle it though."
Claire was getting antsy, her hands gripping the end of the armrests.
"Do you understand that you must follow ALL orders given to you?"
"Yes."
"Very good. You are now Relena Dorlain. You must act, think, and take on all the responsibilities that she had upheld. Relena Dorlain has been missing for about five months now and it'll be easy for you. That's why I had you grow your hair out halfway through training."
Claire nodded in understanding.
"You have remarkable similarities, as if you two were almost identical. Brian here will be your 'personal bodyguard' just as a gimmick for him to be near you. You must respond to the name Relena, so get accustomed to it."
"Relena." She tested the name on her tongue, not really like it as her own.
"I will further explain this mission when I give you your supplies. But Claire, when you are outside of this compound, you MUST not give away who you are and where you came from. It must be a secret at all times."
"Understood, sir."
"Very well then. I must go retrieve some documents I need you to read over on Relena, then we'll put you through a training course to get you into character. All right?"
Claire suppressed a groan. ANOTHER training session? Well, at least this one would count drastically towards her performance on her mission.
Dr. Maffis shuffled out of the room.
"I am Relena Dorlain."
AN: My chapters are going to be pretty short, but some may vary! I'll try my hardest to get them out but with school fast approaching, I might not have as much time! _ EEK! Okay, well, reviews would be greatly appreciated, thanks!
AN: Hey! I would like to thank Demon Child for this idea! I am taking it from one of the reviews and just altering it a bit. I fell in love with idea for a fic and I had to use it! (Oh, and thanks for reviewing on Truth Behind the Lies, it's appreciated greatly!) Well, I have a feeling this one might take a while, but who knows. Please read and review! ^_^ Thanks!
Switched Identities
She was in a room, white walls surrounding her with carpeting to match. She sat silently in a chair placed in the center of the room, well, as center as you can get when all was dark. The only light apparent was that emanating from a small dark hole behind her that was slightly off center so that the thin beam missed her head.
"I want you to look at these pictures and identify the people in them," a firm voice commanded, echoing a bit in her ears.
She looked around, bemused, wondering where the speaker's voice was coming from. Cocking her head to the side she noticed a small box sitting in the corner. Her bafflement ebbed slowly and she focused on the beam of light that delicately splashed on the wall before her.
Suddenly, the light transformed into a large rectangular shape, the brightness increasing considerably. She squinted her eyes and ignored their pleas to avert them.
'Click.'
A picture of a middle-aged man with long, flowing platinum blonde hair and gorgeous azure eyes was staring back at her, matching her scrutiny with which seemed little effort. Though the picture was in a still frame, he felt alive, as if his presence had been in the picture.
"I don't know who he is."
'Click.'
This time, it was a photo of a group of women. She first noted the woman who sported thick blonde hair contained in a downward 'spiral'. The woman standing next to her had bluish hair and soft, warm eyes of which she came to like very much. The last woman stood behind the first two, her light brown eyes gazing thoughtfully at someone standing next to her who was cut off but the picture. She had a smile on her face, pleasant and doleful, and brown hair that was layered in silky waves.
"And them?" the masculine voice question after a moment of pondering.
"No."
'Click'. 'Click'. 'Click'. 'Click'. 'Click'.
She answered no to the five pictures that whizzed past.
"Am I finished yet?" It was getting boring quite fast.
"One more."
'Click'.
She was now faced with a man who owned spiky chocolate brown hair and the prettiest, most intense Cobalt blue eyes she'd ever encountered in her lifetime. They were so alluring and mysterious, infiltrated with an abysmal emptiness that she could easily get lost in-
"Him?"
So many pointless questions.
She felt a minor tug of recognition at the back of her mind. A vague whisper across her heart caused her stomach to lurch. Did this man mean anything to her?
"No."
"Okay, we're through. Lunch break then a little free time, how does that sound?" the man was trying his best to make it sound..appealing. After all, her life had been a routine for as long time now.
She brushed a couple strands of hair from her face after she nodded. The faint sound of the 'swish' of a door alerted her to look to her left. Light poured through the crack where the door was concealed previously.
"You're doing excellent. I believe that we're almost finished."
She stepped through into the light, shading her eyes for a couple minutes. Her head turned towards her 'partner', though, she very much believed that he was helping the cause of Dr. Maffis instead of actually wanting to be there, watching over her 24/7. Not exactly reassuring, but he was the only company she ever had since..since..
Her thoughts went awry after a hand clamped on her shoulder. A chill ran up her spine, gooseflesh prickling up on her skin.
"Claire." a deep but surprisingly calming voice floated around her. "I'm sorry to have to put you through all this."
Claire looked down to her feet, where in this room too, the carpeting was black. She liked her room upstairs. It had lavish carpeting in which you could trace the patterns in with you mind if you were bored, which she was most of the time.
"Turn around," he commanded gently. Obediently, she did as she was told. She stared at the medium sized man who stood just a few hairs shorter than she. He had a mop of silver curls that were thinning due to his distinctly old age and ambiguous ways. Brown eyes framed in small glasses sparkled in bright excitement, not for anything in particular, just for life itself.
"Dr. Maffis," she greeted with an acknowledging nod of her head. He smiled, creasing worn folds on his face as he did.
"I applaud you on your efforts, and now we will be able to let you out of this..compound to explore your new abilities on a mission I have for you."
This caught her attention. She brought her head up and stared straight ahead, a small grin playing on her face.
"I knew you'd like that. Well, let's get some lunch and after break I will explain to you what I'd like you to do for me." He took off his glasses and wiped them on the bottom of his navy shirt as he left.
"Claire, I bet you're excited." Brian came up to her, his clear sky blue eyes hiding partially beneath his sandy brown hair. Brian was about her age but acted far beyond it when dealing with Dr. Maffis (and ONLY with Dr. Maffis). Other times he was a complete daft. He slung one of his well- toned arms around her in a friendly gesture.
"Hell yeah!" Claire clenched her hands in to fists and raised them, forgetting about his arm and how attached to his arm was a body..
"Hey! Watch it, what are you trying to do?" he shouted in surprise as her fist grazed his cheek
"Oops, I'm sorry!" her face flushed to a light red.
"I'm hungry," Brian said after a few moments of silence.
"Yeah, let's go."
They both headed out, Brian playfully punching the side of her arms.
"Hey!"
He ran down the hall before she could take action.
"You come back here! Fight me like a man!"
Dr. Maffis in the lounging area heard shouts getting progressively closer.
'She's succeeded in keeping her humanity and kindness in tact, but this mission might be too cruel for her emotional stamina to take.'
Brian came barreling in, glee on his face as he ran towards the counter where the food was stationed.
"Brian!" Claire hurtled in a couple seconds after.
"Ha, too slow. You need to learn how to run. Like. A. Man."
"Do I sense, mockery?" Claire gasped in over dramatized shock. She also headed towards the food, her stomach growling loudly.
The badgering came to a halt on account of the truce that came into affect while eating. The most words ever heard during this point in time were: Can you pass the _____________ or are you sure this is food?
Claire anxiously anticipated her mission after break. She was restless and tired of waiting. She twitched a little, staring at the clock while playing a game of chess against Brian.
"Check mate," he declared, beating his fists against his chest lightly just to show his victory. "You never lose, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, I just am so close to be let into the outside world." Claire murmured wistfully.
"Oh, on this mission, I'm going with you!" Brian slid off the various pieces off the chessboard and into a large bag. Folding the board he shook his head and said in a tone that you'd only use for small children. "Dr. Maffis and I don't want anything happening to our lil' Claire on her first mission."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh the joy and rapture I am feeling towards the fact of your accompaniment." She glanced at the clock again.
"Claire, Brian, I am ready now."
Claire bolted out of her seat and to Dr. Maffis's office. Brian followed, not nearly as enthused.
"Come, sit down." Dr. Maffis waved for Brian to close the door, not that anyone was going to hear, it just seemed like an easy precaution to handle.
"Claire, we've had you in training long enough and I believe that you are ready for what I am about to give you. It's a large responsibility but I know that you will do well to uphold it."
As Claire sat down in the large chair, she felt herself sink into the cushy stuffing.
"Your first mission is not physically stressing, but mentally. You'll be able to handle it though."
Claire was getting antsy, her hands gripping the end of the armrests.
"Do you understand that you must follow ALL orders given to you?"
"Yes."
"Very good. You are now Relena Dorlain. You must act, think, and take on all the responsibilities that she had upheld. Relena Dorlain has been missing for about five months now and it'll be easy for you. That's why I had you grow your hair out halfway through training."
Claire nodded in understanding.
"You have remarkable similarities, as if you two were almost identical. Brian here will be your 'personal bodyguard' just as a gimmick for him to be near you. You must respond to the name Relena, so get accustomed to it."
"Relena." She tested the name on her tongue, not really like it as her own.
"I will further explain this mission when I give you your supplies. But Claire, when you are outside of this compound, you MUST not give away who you are and where you came from. It must be a secret at all times."
"Understood, sir."
"Very well then. I must go retrieve some documents I need you to read over on Relena, then we'll put you through a training course to get you into character. All right?"
Claire suppressed a groan. ANOTHER training session? Well, at least this one would count drastically towards her performance on her mission.
Dr. Maffis shuffled out of the room.
"I am Relena Dorlain."
AN: My chapters are going to be pretty short, but some may vary! I'll try my hardest to get them out but with school fast approaching, I might not have as much time! _ EEK! Okay, well, reviews would be greatly appreciated, thanks!