A/N: New TDI fic! Yay! I'm not giving away anything, but there is one TDI character mentioned already, but who is this main character I have made up? She should be pretty easy to guess, but things aren't always what they seem. It might seem vague, but trust me, this is to set the tone, and things will get much, much better come next chapter. The plot will come to reveal itself (along with many backstories) as this fanfic progresses.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Total Drama franchise, Dollhouse, or Mirror's Edge. The last two's ideas will be used later, and you will see why the Total Drama franchise becomes important. Very, very important.

It was a cold, rainy morning in Los Angeles, California, unusual for the City of Angels. US Marshal William Reese went to 4040 3rd Street to check up on US Protection Witness Simone Peters, her real name being Dana Anders.

She was born on February 4, 1991 in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. From the beginning of her childhood, anyone could see that she was a child prodigy. She excelled in school and sports, especially swimming. Her parents greatly geared her towards doing well in school in order to get a high paying job one day. As a child and all throughout her school years, even through college, she alienated herself in order to exceed in class. At 21, she was recruited by Massorian Pharmaceuticals—specifically Christopher Maclean—as a biochemist for Research and Development. She was sent to Singapore, Singapore in 2014 (because she was one of the best biochemists in the world) to work abroad. Her boss, Christopher Maclean, was involved in making biochemical weapons for China and Korea and was discovered in 2016 by Dana Anders herself.

Dana was leaving after another long day in the lab. She was walking by Christopher's office when she heard voices. Despite her moral codes, she eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Are they ready?" A guy with a Chinese accent asked.

"They're near completion. I can assure you these are the most dangerous weapons money can buy, even more expensive than black market dealings. Just distribute them through the toys you make, and they'll soon infect almost every single person in the United States." Chris responded. Dana gasped quietly when she heard this. She decided to eavesdrop some more.

"Very good. But you said they aren't complete. What is keeping you from completing them? The deadline is this Saturday."

"I plan on testing it on my biochemists here. Distribute it amongst them, and watch them die—hopefully. I can always get more biochemists; they line up at this building almost every day. Besides, these are my dispensable biochemists—save one. I'm planning on letting her join my team."

"Who is this biochemist you speak of?"

"Dana Anders. Twenty-five years of age, the youngest biochemist in the world. I can make her accomplish great things because I know she can do it. She has the smarts."

"Do not fail me Mr. Maclean. It is your life on the line." Dana calmly started to walk, suspecting that the Chinese man would find her if she stayed any longer. The man saw her, as did Christopher, and they wanted her dead. It was Thursday, March 14, 2016.

Dana immediately reported to the Canadian Embassy in Singapore. She quietly took an audio tape from a tape recorder stuffed in her white Dolce & Gabbana bag and put it in a yellow envelope for the head of the RCMP. After that, she left the building and went back to her own home, a condo. The next day, she received a call from the embassy telling her to report to them immediately for further questioning. She took a lie detector test (now mandatory; it has improved) and answered a long string of questions.

"How am I going to get back to work without arousing suspicion?" Dana asked the interrogator after he was done asking his questions.

"Just say that you were doing calculations all night and that you overslept." He responded. Dana had done that before; she wasn't so sure why she wouldn't use that excuse now—much less think of it on her own.

Christopher kept a close eye on Dana. He was highly suspicious of her, and he almost killed her a few times that day—through "accidents" of course. She managed to avoid them, but they were through deft movements, as though she possessed super speed or super strength. Christopher noticed this and immediately tried to kill her, despite him saying that he wanted her to join him—he saw that it was impossible. She was too good for her own good.

When Dana got home that day, around 7 PM, she saw that her home had been ransacked. Nothing was missing, but everything was an utter mess. As she was cleaning everything, she found a note and a plane ticket. She immediately read the note.

Dana Anders, you must leave the country. Christopher is on to you; you need to leave and never return. He's expecting this, so the Embassy in the United States will protect you. You'll be placed not in our Witness Protection Program, but the FBI's. This note should be taped to a plane ticket, a one-way flight to Los Angeles International Airport. When you arrive and gather your things, there will be a chauffeur waiting for you to immediately take you to your new home. The flight leaves at 10 PM, so immediately report to Changi International Airport to board your flight. Take care, RCMP interrogator James Umbriel

Dana immediately packed her necessities into a suitcase, reasoning that she could always get new clothes to disguise her looks. She quickly hailed a taxi and reported immediately to Changi International Airport. She boarded her flight and soon enough, she was gone to the United States, across an ocean and a dateline. Once she arrived at LAX, she was immediately driven to her new home, a nice big home in a rich neighborhood. She had everything now: a new identity, a new life, a new job, everything.

In Singapore, Christopher was not satisfied when he was arrested. He resolved to break out, and the Chinese man assisted him in doing so—at least, the man's cronies did.

"You have failed, and we should kill you now. That is why we broke you out. However, the boss wants you to do one thing for him. If you complete his request, you won't die. If, however, you are caught again—and we will know—we will kill you ourselves."

"What is his request?"

"You must find this biochemist you spoke of. Dana Anders?"

"Yes. You have my word."

"We will leave you to your own devices. And you will be given as much time as you like." Christopher was skeptical about this. Dana could be impossible to find now that the RCMP knew about him. Who knows where she could be? And how much time did he REALLY have? The cronies were gone, and Christopher was in a hotel room, registered under William T. Morrison.

This is where the tale of Dana Anders ends…and Simone Peters' begins.

A/N: So if you can guess who Dana Anders/Simone Peters is, you get a preview of the next chapter! I need to improve my prizes...Anyway, I know Chris may seem OOC (he's not smart or that evil), but just work with me here. There is a very good reason why he is a biochemist and why he is that evil, and it will reveal itself in time. I don't think the Chinese man's name will be revealed anytime soon--maybe even never. If you know where William T. comes from, tell me! I'll think of another cool prize!