A Mind To Kill The Average Joe

The "Roommate"

"Why?" Betty complained, "I liked being a nurse. Besides, wouldn't she notice it's me?"

"I've been the Janitor and the doctor." Danish pointed out as he headed for the door, "She didn't notice."

"That's not fair." she stated, "She barley talks to either of your disguises. And she only gets to see your face fully in one of them." She took the gown and aggressively put it on. "Why all of a sudden Jane gotta be a nurse?" Betty sighed in exhaustion and stared at the scars on her wrists and said softly, "How nice of you to come in handy."

"Did you say something?" Danish asked peaking his head into the room.

"Get, out!" she replied disgusted at his choice to linger on in the room. Now she had only her thoughts to keep her company.

"It's the third most coolest thing." Betty thought, "Having her here." She remembered the time they housed international criminal's or rather people who wanted to live there lives in a place with no more than two seasons. That is until they decided that they were ready to put the Justice system at ease by giving themselves up when they're on their death beds. After all, it was cool to know that they weren't criminals, just people who took the fall for it, and gave their faces a name to hunt for. It was a confirmed conspiracy. One that manages the more self-made crime syndicate to patiently bate them when they're not being to cautious. Betty liked to have a part in that. It stopped untouchable people, only comic book vigilantes can take on and spook into submission. And she felt like that, but instead of one hero, there was a collective of nameless hero's. She didn't have to be a Jane. She didn't have to be a Frank. And she most definitely didn't have to be a Dolly. She did her part as a Jerry, the background character, a caretaker, a trained happy helper ready to replace any Jane if she had the guts to kill. "Why does the rank undermine skill right now?" she fussed, "It's my specialty to transition people into their new lives, mannerisms etc." She exited the changing room and headed for the holding rooms. "She must be important for a Jane to be a part of it. Part of something bigger."

                                 *

"What's so special about her?" Betty thought. She examined her from head to toe as she layed sleeping on the bed while Danish and his new 'buddy' setted up her bed. She was thin, even malnourished and pale for someone dark skinned. And subjectively beautiful as she is subjectively anorexic. "She's a princess of a foreign no-name country." Betty excused her short unkept hair in the decision making since no one is going to comb it anytime soon. But as she focused on the bruses and marks on her skin. Especially the ones at her ankles and wrists. By the looks of it, the girl , at one point, tried to chew her wrist off. And then as she recognized how childlike this girl actually is, she thought to get into character, "She's a little girl... rescued from, someone big and bad. And I'm suppose to make her remember...in the name of Justice."

                                  *

Betty looked up the girl's file again. But it was different this time. Because, for some reason, she didn't have clearance. Something must of developed in her case in g the last week or so, and that was pretty cool to Betty. She got to see a file that's on a need-to-know before it became a need-to-know. She thought, "Is this the 'cool by affiliation' thing? I guess it's only petty when you hope for it." A bit excited at being one of two people who actually got a good look at it in the building, she could have shrieked. "Cause it feels like I know something no one else knows multiplied by two." Not to mention, directions of what exactly to do to her were faxed from the higher-ups. She commented alone to a computer screen, "You became a lot more interesting random girl!"

                                   *

There were certain things that Betty needed 'Samantha' to remember, that was her job. It's more mean when the person's not suppose to remember in the first place. This was more of a trial so things won't suddenly trigger her in her every day life. It was a caution for possible threats if left alone unchecked. After all, man hunts are only successful if you caught the man and even more efficient when you catch em' before they get to do anything threatening.

The possibility that this girl was supposed to be in hiding given how she's recovering and drastically taking on a new identity in such a mindcontroling way, made her past a shady one to imagine for Betty. And it was moments like these that made feel like a real bad guy. She wouldn't want to forget her life, not when it made it easier for her to understand people's actions, or rather deal with them. Because everyone has a part to play, even the civilian's.

                                 *

Being Samantha's roommate wasn't so bad. She was childish in a way, and always wanted something to do to pass the time, though strenuous to the mind. Which turned out to be their favor since Samantha dosed off more often. It was exercising her new mind and making it easier to stage the days shorter when she woke up. Needless to say, one day wasn't just one day. But as the time for her to leave got closer, so did their bond.