A Pretender Gone Wrong by JParker, admin

1. Part 1 by JParker

2. Part 2 by JParker

3. Part 3 by JParker

Part 1 by JParker
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, you know the story. This is my first fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy it. I don’t know why it put it as 1.1 Lakeland, Florida. It is just suppose to be Lakeland, Florida.




A Pretender Gone Wrong
part 1
by JParker




Lakeland, Florida

Jarod smiled as he put the little red notebook on the bed of his last lair. His pretend went a lot faster than he thought it would have. Jarod had been in Lakeland for the past three days. There had been a stock sales man selling drugs to kids. Jarod had pretended to be a major junkie and had injected the man with what the man thought was a death drug, but was really a little sedative with sugar water. Jarod had made him confess everything. His next stop would be Fair Birch, North Carolina; Jarod had read an article about an elderly patient that had been found dead in her hospital bed. The article was from a series of articles on the same person. The hospital had found a way to add five years on to a person’s life span. They were testing this new drug on a elderly woman who had seemed to responding well to the drug, her physical and mental status had raised back to a person of fifty. But all of the sudden, she had died.

Fair Birch, North Caroline

“Nice to have you on the staff, Doctor Haralson. We could really use a person like you on the staff.”

“Thanks, but you can just call me Jarod.”

“Well, here it is” said the head nurse as she pointed to his office. “If you need anything just ask, I will be down the hall.”

“Thank you, but I think I will be just fine.” Said Jarod with a grin on his face.

As soon as the nurse had left Jarod got on the computer and hacked into the file that had the progress reports about the elderly woman. This is odd thought Jarod the file read that she was in perfect health and that she was doing fine. That can’t be right thought Jarod as he printed a copy out and shut down the computer.

Blue Cove

“$58,000,000, 920.78 It is not ever day that we get ripped to the exact penny.”

“How goes the hunt Broots?” Asked Miss Parker.

“Ah Jarod has routed the money though a maze of phony cover accounts nearly a hundred of them so far, but uh,”

“Look I hate to bring the room down, but we have been here before it will take us three weeks to run Jarod’s little maze and by then he will be long gone.” Said Mr. Lyle.

“Not this time, right Broots.” Said Miss Parker.

“I made a new computer tracing program I mark the Centre’s funds electronically like a bank marks crash, and this program lets me follow it…I I uh call it the hound.” Stated Broots with a smile.



Fair Birch, North Carolina

“Hello, Mr. Morris. How are you feeling today?”

“Hi Doc, my stomach still hurts a little, but other than that I feel fine.”

“Good, then you should be out of here by the end of the week.” Said Jarod as he wrote on his patient’s chart.

“If you need anything else there is a very nice and cute nurse who can help, just press the button.” Jarod said with a wink.

Jarod left the room, bumping into Dr. Leopold.

“Hi, Dr. Haralson.” Dr. Leopold said as he looked at Jarod’s nametag.

“I don’t think we have met you can call me Jarod.”

“Yeah, well I have to go, we have a suicide.” Said Dr. Leopold as he rushed down the hall.

Jarod had a very bad feeling about Dr. Leopold. Jarod walked back to his office and pulled up the hospitals files on Dr. Joe Leopold. Jarod next hacked into the police records of Dr. Leopold. It didn’t take long for Jarod to figure out that Dr. Leopold had known the elderly woman. The elderly woman had been Dr. Leopold’s mother; in the police records Jarod had found the Dr. Joe had many complaints about him and his mother and that one time Dr. Leopold had hit his mother. He had gotten off the charges because the mother had said that she had fallen down the stairs and that her son had not done it.

Jarod heard the clock next to him strike eleven p.m. Jarod didn’t even notice how late he had been there, he went out into the hall to get some coffee and check on the patients. As Jarod walked down the hall, Dr. Leopold snuck into his office. Dr. Leopold hadn’t like the new doctor Haralson and thought that he was up to something. Maybe I am just becoming paranoid Leopold thought. He saw a stack of files sitting on the desk and picked it up. This file had his medical and police files on. Leopold thought quickly, he couldn’t let anyone find out that he had killed his mother. He called down to the nurse and asked her to bring him a sedative. He told her that a patient was having trouble sleeping.
Part 2 by JParker
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, you know the story. This is my first fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy it. I don’t know why it put it as 1.1 Lakeland, Florida. It is just suppose to be Lakeland, Florida.


A Pretender Gone Wrong
part 2
by JParker





Jarod opened his door to his office, thinking the little walk had done him some good. He was about to shut his door when he felt a needle break though his skin. He dropped to the floor unconscious.

The Next Morning

Dr. Leopold watched as Jarod stirred.

“You shouldn’t have underestimated me Jarod.”

Jarod stares at the man with confusion he had no idea what this man was talking about and who he is.

“Give it up, Jarod I know about The Centre and that you are a Pretender. You can stop faking about not knowing what the Centre.”

Jarod fell back into darkness without even answering the doctor.

He was starting to get worried; the drug shouldn’t be making Jarod sleepy. He went over to the sink and looked at the little medicine bottle and read. Wait a second, the man thought this isn’t what he had meant to get, it must have been that new nurse, and she probably had accidentally switched the medicine. The drug bottle that he was holding was a new drug that doctors didn’t know the cause of using it would be. He read the contents and stared to frown, this drug could cause memory lose, serious pains, and could make the patient sleepy. Why did he care, this was the man who had tried to expose him and have him sent to jail.

Blue Cove

“The hound did it.” Broots said as he rushed into the room.

“Jeez Broots, come on in,” Miss Parker said with sarcasm.

“It found the money Jarod stole, it routed though 506 accounts and it ended up here.”

“A donation for a drug rehabilitation charity. I don’t believe it!” a raged Miss Parker yelled.


Fair Birch, North Carolina

Leopold got up and was looking for the phone book when he finally found it on the counter. However, he didn’t find what he was looking for. In all of the DSA’s it said Centre Use Only. He had to find out what this Centre was, it seemed that Jarod would be worth a lot of money if he were returned. So the man ended up calling the phone information center. The lady asked him where the place he wanted the phone number for was located. He didn’t have a clue, so he asked her to look though all the states. She said that it would be an hour before she could call back with the information. He hung up the phone. He had an hour to wait and had little company; Jarod was still out cold. He went over to the DSA case and put a DSA in and saw a young Jarod doing a simulation about a bombing. He watched with amazement as this child told what to do and was 100% right. He them put in another DSA this one showed a Jarod about the same age as the one laying in front of him. This time he was screaming and screaming and then abruptly stopped. And said the girl died from fear and he explained what had happened. So it seemed that when Jarod did a pretend that he actually became that person and felt what that person felt. He stuck in another DSA after another DSA and another. He had watched about eight DSA’s when the phone rang and it was the women from the phone information center. She said that there where seven places called the Centre and spelled that way. The man thanked her and started to call. He was on the fifth call, and still nobody had heard of this Jarod. He was about to call the sixth one when he heard Jarod moving around. He got up and went over to the pretender.

“How are you feeling, Jarod?” He asked.

“Fine, who is Jarod?”

“That is your name do you remember anything?”

“No.” Answered Jarod.

That was probably for the better if he was going back to this Centre place at least he didn’t remember all of the simulations.

“I think that it would be wise if you went to sleep, you need rest.”

But Jarod had already fallen asleep before the man had finished. The man went back to making his phone calls, and on the seventh phone call he got a young man on the line.

“Hello, I have so information on a Jarod, can you give me someone to discuses this with.”

“Yes, Yes of course one moment please.”

“What!” Came angry Miss Parker.

“Ummm Hello, I have some information on a Jarod, do you know who I am talking about?” Dr. Leopold said surprised that someone actually knew of Jarod.

“Jarod! Where?”

“Wait a minute from what I gather this Jarod is very important, I am willing to make a deal. Say if you give me 10,000 thousand, I will tell you where to pick him and the DSA’s up.”

Blue Cove

After about ten minutes Miss Parker had sealed a deal with man. She had said that they would give him 8,000 dollars and that he better accept that. The man finally agreed and told her where to find him. But what they both didn’t know was that Raines was listening in and telling his sweeper team to get ready. They were leaving for North Carolina. Miss Parker stormed into Sydney’s office where Sydney sat as his desk and Broots sat at the other desk with the computer on it, typing away.

“Miss Parker, how are you today.”

“We have a lead on Jarod. Broots get the jet ready, now!”

“Yes ma’am.” Broots called the front desk to arrange for three to go to North Carolina; a frown was on his face as he hung up the phone.

“Miss Parker the jet has already taken off.”

“Where! Who is using it?”

“Mr. Raines and he is headed off for North Carolina. Miss Parker’s eyes started an icy blue glare that sent chills though Broots.

“Then get us a plane now. I don’t care how, just get it!” With that she stormed out of the office.

“I wonder how Raines found out.” Asked Broots.

“It is the Centre,” said Sydney.
Part 3 by JParker
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, you know the story. This is my first fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy it. I don’t know why it put it as 1.1 Lakeland, Florida. It is just suppose to be Lakeland, Florida.


A Pretender Gone Wrong
part 3
by JParker




An hour later, Fair Birch, North Carolina

Miss Parker, Sydney, and Broots got out of the car that they had taken from the airport. They were only a few minutes behind Raines.

Raines had his sweepers get out and rush into the building bringing out a confused Jarod and older man. One of the sweepers had the DSA case, too. They bought them all over to car where Raines was. Raines got out of the car with a gun in his hand and pointed it at the older man and said here is your reward, thank you for finding our Pretender. And with that he shot and the man lay dead.

Miss Parker, Sydney, and Broots pulled up when they heard a gun shot. Oh, please let Jarod be safe, thought Sydney. They all got out of the car running towards the sound. And what they saw was Jarod being pushed into a black car. Sweepers were everywhere and a man was lying dead on the pavement. Miss Parker walked over to Raines, with Sydney and Broots following.

“Nice to see you Parker, but I think you’re a little to late.” Raines said as he pointed the already hand cuffed and unconscious Jarod.

“Jarod is our project so we should be taking him in. She said with another ice glare,” Raines wasn’t as easily scared as Broots.

“Stay out of this Jarod is now mine, and you should be careful about what you say if you don’t want to end up like your mother.”

Miss Parker was about to say something but Sydney interrupted.

“Jarod is not your project we should speak to Mr. Parker about this.”
Sydney was about to have Jarod taken over to their car, when sweepers came up and Raines wheezed to have them escort Miss Parker, Sydney, and Broots back to there car. The three of them did what they were told. It was Miss Parker 9mm against five sweepers with guns already pointing at them. She muttered the whole way back to the car. She was so close to getting Jarod and the answer about her mother’s death. She was just going to have to ask Jarod when they got back to the Centre.

Two hours later, Blue Cove

Jarod is back at the Centre.

Jarod was watched throughout the day. Like all of the rooms in the Centre, the infirmary was equipped with surveillance cameras. The room was quiet except for the beeping of monitors.
Centre Infirmary
“How will he be?” Sydney asked. The doctor updated Sydney on Jarod’s medical condition. “When do you think he will wake up?” The doctor estimated twelve hours. It was actually ten hours later that Jarod woke for the first time. He felt so sore.

“How are you feeling Jarod?” asked Sydney glad that the Pretender had finally woken up

“Sore, I don’t remember anything, I guess that’s probably a good thing based on how much everything hurts right now. He tried to raise his hand but was stopped by the restraints he was in. He tried to move his legs but found himself restrained. “What’s wrong? Why am I tied up?” Sydney put a comforting hand on Jarod’s shoulder and said, “We were worried that you would injure yourself by moving while you were unconscious.”

Raines, Lyle and Mr. Parker entered the room.

“Good he’s awake.” The doctor explained that Jarod had a new drug in his system that he had never seen and was about to say more but was interrupted by Mr. Lyle.“He’s faking it. Give it up Jarod, you don’t really expect us to believe this little Pretend do you?”

“No, I believe he really doesn’t remember. Let us have Angelo test him.” “Do it. Get Angelo up here!” Exclaimed Mr. Parker.

Mr. Lyle shook his head, “I’m not buying it.”

“Willie, get Angelo.”

A moment later, Angelo was brought into the room followed by Lyle. “Angelo, tell us what Jarod is thinking. Is he pretending?”

Angelo went up to Jarod and put his hand on his arm. “Jarod that make Jarod away. Jarod like baby. Not Pretend.”

If Jarod was really gone, then they could tell this person anything they wanted. He could go back to being the property of the Centre as if nothing had happened. Mr. Parker thought. Quickly he said, “I want him Sub Level 26 immediately.” Turning to the sweepers he continued. “You have my orders, no one enters his room without permission from me.”


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