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The house was dark and quiet as you slipped out of your bed fully dressed. You pried your door open a crack, checking to make sure the coast was clear before you stepped out into the hallway. You slowly crept past your parents and brothers' rooms, barely breathing. The distant sound of your youngest brother's snoring could be heard as you flew down the steps. You jumped over the third last one to avoid its ominous creaking and raced out the back door.

Trevor Morris was hosting the annual end of school party tonight, but your mom used her iron fist to boycott it when she heard there would be drinking.

That didn't stop you though.

You stood on the back porch locking the door and pocketing the key when you heard rustling in the bush behind you. Turning quickly, a glint caught your eye. You paused and held your breath, but when you blinked the glint disappeared. It's probably just a stray cat you nervous Nancy.

You steeled your resolve and took one last look at your parent's bedroom window before cutting across the neighbour's yard.

Little did you realize, an identical copy of you had slowly risen from the bush and watched you scurry away. Its eyes glinted in the darkness and an ominous smile slithered across its lips as it stared at your parent's bedroom window. Only a moment had passed before the clone picked the lock on the back door and entered your home.

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You stumbled back through the neighbour's yard later that night. You giggled as you tripped on a rock and tried your best to stifle the sound. Trevor Morris' party had been a blast and sure, you'd had a couple drinks, but who hadn't? You also made out with Trevor Morris, but that was between the two of you. You made it to the back door and a distant alarm went off in your head as you realized it was unlocked. That's strange; I could've sworn I had locked it. Not trusting your tipsy brain, you figured it was a mistake, but entered the house cautiously.

Stepping over the threshold felt strange. Something was off. Erie quiet filled the house and you couldn't hear Jace's snoring anymore. Bracing yourself, you slowly climbed the stairs.

You made it to the top of the stairs and peeked your head around the corner. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and you let out a sigh of relief. Everything was normal apart from the eerie stillness which still suffocated the house. You laughed at yourself in your head and let out a deep breath before straightening and walking towards your room. As you passed your brothers' room, you noticed the door was slightly opened. Peeking inside, it looked as if they were sound asleep.

Isaiah's hand was hanging off the bed even. Your big sister instincts kicked into overdrive as you entered the room to tuck it back under the covers. Your hand was reaching for his when you saw something your brain didn't understand. There was a ribbon of blood running down the length of Isaiah's arm and gently dripping onto the floor. Major alarms went off in your head and your tipsy mind was suddenly sobered.

You stood up straight and placed your hands on Isaiah's chest, shaking him. "Isaiah!" There was no response. "No, no, no, no!" you cried as you shook him harder. His face was pale and lifeless and his skin had lost its warmth. You glanced at the other side of the room where Jace lay in the same state. Not your baby brother. Your heart broke when you realized their chests no longer rose and fell with steady breathing. You tore your gaze away from Jace and tears filled your eyes as you rushed into your parents' room. "Mom! Dad!" you cried.

As you reached the doorway, you stopped dead in your tracks. Your father's empty, unseeing eyes stared right through you from where his lifeless body lay prone on the floor. His blood pooled underneath him, staining the rug.

Your breath caught in your throat and you thought you were going to be sick. Looking up, you saw a blonde figure holding your mother against the wall. Frozen in place, you watched as the figure plunged a jagged knife into your mother's chest. Her eyes locked on yours over the figure's shoulder, and grew wide before the light within them began to dim. You screamed just as you heard the front door bang open downstairs.

Your family was gone.

Two sets of feet were pounding up the stairs and a voice called out, "There's no time Dean!"

You heard none of this as the figure turned around. Your heart skipped a beat and blood was pounding in your ears as you stared at the figure. The person in front of you looked identical to you. They even had the same small scar above their left eyebrow from a time when you hit your head on the corner of the dining room table.

That same voice cried, "Check on the kids! I'll look for the shapeshifter." Your clone advanced towards you, raising the knife. What is going on? Your confused brain couldn't make sense of anything. The only thing you knew for sure was that your whole family was dead.

The knife glinted in the moonlight and your breath caught in your throat. You backed away slowly until your back hit the wall.

The clone kept advancing with an evil glint in its grey eyes and a sadistic smile across its lips. You weren't able to look away and watched as the predatory look quickly turned to shock as a tall, dark haired figure burst into the room.

Casting a glance between you and your clone, the figure raised a gun at the evil double. You could see the panic in its identical grey eyes before you heard the shot fired. Your double had ducked out of the way and the bullet only lodged itself in its shoulder. It flinched and grabbed its injured arm before climbing out the window and cutting across the neighbour's yard.

A suffocating silence filled the room and tears gathered in your eyes. You slid down the wall and sat on the floor as you stared at your parents' bodies and sobbed. This caught the attention of the man in the doorway, causing him to turn towards you. "No! No, please don't hurt me!" you cried, wrenching your gaze from your parents and scrambling across the floor.

Your hands became slicked with blood and you slipped as the man lowered his weapon, and slowly stepped towards you, saying, "No, no, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. You're alright now." He kept advancing into the room, holding his hands up in a placating gesture. The moonlight reflected off his features and you could see that he had shaggy brown hair and warm eyes that matched.

He crouched towards your huddled form and you tried to make yourself as small as possible. "You're safe now. I promise my brother and I won't let anything happen to you." He slowly reached a hand toward you, but you flinched away. Not being dismayed, he again tentatively reached a hand out and placed it on your arm. "My name is Sam, Sam Winchester. That's my brother Dean," he said, pointing towards the doorway where another tall figure stood, "What's your name?"

You brain was confused and your heart was broken. You focused on Sam's voice and slowly lifted your head from your arms, peeking at the brothers. The second one, Dean, had bright green eyes and short, dark blonde hair. Both wore jeans, flannel and heavy coats. When neither of them tried to grab you, you took a deep breath before quietly whispering your name. "Jayden," you said, "Jayden Montgomery."

Sam glanced at his brother before turning back to you and murmuring words of comfort. His hand moved from your arm to your back where he rubbed soothing circles. You stared at your bloody hands and were wracked with fresh sobs. You threw your arms around Sam's neck and cried into his shoulder. Sam stroked your hair and shared a glance with his brother.

After a while, Dean cleared his throat and spoke for the first time. His eyes were sad as he said, "Come on. Let's get you out of here." Your sobbing had subsided considerably and you nodded your head, pulling away from Sam. You pushed yourself off the floor and tried not to think about your sticky hands. Following the brothers, you glanced again at your father's unseeing eyes and shuddered.

What had just happened? What was that thing and why did it look like you? Why'd it kill your family? Your poor baby brother… Who were Sam and Dean? And how did they know to show up?

So many questions swirled in your head as you followed the Winchesters down the stairs and into your living room. It seemed as if your body was on autopilot as you glanced around the room filled with photos and memories. Your eyes filled with tears once again. They trickled down your face as you looked at the photo of Jace's last birthday. He had just turned eight and was begging for the Star Wars movies. He had watched the first three and was waiting until the weekend to watch the last three. Your heart broke when you realized he'd never get to watch those last three movies. He'd never know what happened. His life was over, and he was only eight. He'd never have the chance to grow up. Sadness began to give way to anger and you could feel a tiny ball of rage growing in your stomach.

That thing took everything from you. It couldn't just destroy your family and walk away like that.

More tears fell and the ball tightened as you glanced at the family photo you had taken camping last summer. The trip was a disaster as Isaiah wandered into poison ivy and your dad had an allergic reaction to a bee sting, resulting in a visit to the hospital and early departure. Still, you had loved that trip because you got to spend time with your family.

Turning away, you noticed the Winchester brothers sharing identical looks of pity. You sucked in a breath and wiped the last of your tears as the brothers spoke at the same time. Sam still had that look of pity when he said, "I'm betting you have some question," while Dean looked over your head and blurted out, "We need to leave now."

Ignoring Sam, you glared at Dean and said, "What about my family? I can't just leave them."

Dean met your gaze and let out a troubled sigh, before gently saying, "I'm sorry kid, but your family is dead. There's nothing we can do for them, but you, you're still alive and we're gonna do everything we can to keep it that way. We can't stay. That shapeshifter is out there, and looks exactly like you. It was covered in blood and cut across your neighbour's yard, right through their cameras. How would you explain that to someone? The authorities are gonna be looking for you and we need to leave before they get here."

"But what happens to me then?"

"I don't know yet kid, but we have to leave now."

Tears swam in your eyes once again. You were going to leave your family forever. You were torn, but Dean was right. Wiping tears away once again, you muttered, "Fine. Just let me grab a couple things."

Climbing the stair slowly, you squeezed your eyes shut. You really didn't want to see your family's bodies again, but your room was at the end of the hall. You quickly packed a bag and scurried back down the hall, but stopped with you got to your brothers' room. You wanted one last thing and gathered your courage before pushing open the door. You tried to avoid looking at their motionless forms and made it to Isaiah's dresser. You scrambled around, but couldn't find it. Frustrated, you spun around and noticed a glint on the bedside table. There it was! Isaiah's sterling silver cross pendant glittered at you in the moonlight. It was his good luck charm and used to use it to ward off the monsters in the closet. You scoffed as your realized how futile it had been, but still tucked it into your pocket. You cried one last time for the sake of your parents, yourself, but mostly your brothers.

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You were now seated in the back of a gorgeous, black '67 Chevy Impala. Sam turned around, eyeing you before saying, "You probably have a couple questions."

You nodded and collected your thoughts before you asked, "What was that thing and why did it look like me?"

Dean answered without looking, "It was a shapeshifter."

"A… a what?"

"Shapeshifter," Dean said, "It's a monster that can change appearance. It can look identical to anyone it chooses, then cause a bunch of trouble before shedding its skin and finding a new target."

"Okay? …But why'd it choose me? Why'd it kill my family?"

This time Sam answered, "We don't know. Opportunity probably. You were gone and it jumped at the chance to cause chaos."

"This makes no sense… I didn't… I didn't think monsters were even real."

"They are and there are lots more out there. Not just shapeshifters, but vampires, and vengeful spirits, and werewolves."

"This still doesn't make any sense. Who are you guys and how'd you know to show up at my house?"

"We're hunters and we track and kill all sorts of monsters. We'd been tracking this shifter for a while when we realized it was going to target your house. …It turned out to be too late."

Mournfully looking out the window, you sniffled.

The three of you sat in silence for a couple minutes before Dean cleared his throat and asked, "Do you have any family that would take you in?"

"What? Why? I thought I could stay with your guys," you cried, "You said you wouldn't let anything happen to me!"

"I'm sorry kid, but it's too dangerous. We can't keep you with us. Besides you still have a chance at a normal life."

How could he call it a normal life? Your family was murdered and the whole world was going to think it was you. Monsters were real and your reality was changed forever. Nothing would ever be normal again. You didn't have the energy to fight though, so you conceded defeat. "Fine. My Nana lives in Wisconsin, she'll take me in," you huffed, crossing your arms and looking out the window.

"You sure you can trust your Nana kid?"

"Dean," Sam scoffed.

"What?" he questioned.

Meeting Dean's eyes in the mirror, you answered, "Yes, my Nana loves me. Why would you even ask that?"

Avoiding your question, he replied, "Well okay then, Wisconsin it is."

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Several hours later you were standing in front of your Nana's small cottage, saying goodbye to Sam and Dean. "Thanks you guys," you said, "I hope I see you again someday."

"For your sake kid, I hope you don't," Dean replied.

You knew they meant well as you gave one small final wave. You could hear the growl of the impala down the drive as you steeled yourself and knocked on the door. As soon as your Nana opened it, all composure was lost and you threw your arms around her, sniffling. Her eyes were wide and she hesitated before wrapping her own arms around you.

"Jay?" she questioned, "What are you doing here? Where's the rest of the family?"

You coughed and spluttered, trying to come up with an excuse. "Umm, they… they couldn't make it Nana. It's only me."

"How'd you get here sweetheart?"

"I… ugh… a couple friends gave me a ride Nana." You knew these explanations wouldn't hold, but you just needed an excuse until you came up with something better or decided to tell her the truth.

"Well come inside dear."

As you were ushered in, she made tea and got a bed ready for you. You were exhausted and crawled under the covers as she shuffled back into the living room and turned on the TV, the lights flickering below your door. You couldn't sleep though. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw your brothers staring at nothing. You were so sad and angry, but were helpless to do anything. You already missed Sam and Dean too. At least they had understood. You didn't want to shatter your Nana's reality and tell her truth, but you knew you'd have to. She'd find out about your family soon enough.

You were till staring at the ceiling when you heard quiet whispers coming from the other side of the door. "Nana?" you called out. The whispers stopped. You thought back to the eerie stillness of your own house and dread clouded your mind. You wrenched open the door, but the hallway was empty. Walking quickly through the house, you saw Nana's shadow in front of the kitchen window.

You breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Nana is everything okay?" She didn't reply so you repeated, "Nana, what's going on? Are you okay?"

When she turned around you saw tears streaming silently down her face and the phone clutched tightly in her grip. "How could you?" she asked.

"How could I what? Nana! What's going—"

Realization dawned as she replied, "It's everywhere, all over the news. You murdered your family Jayden. My own son! And now you've come to my house… were you planning on killing me next?"

You looked to the TV screen where your face was plastered with a banner underneath: TEENAGE GIRL ONLY SUSPECT IN MURDER OF OWN FAMILY. CONSIDERED DANGEROUS. IF FOUND, CONTACT AUTHORITIES IMMEDIATELY.

Nana's face was lit in blue and red with the flashing of police lights through the window. "No Nana! I didn't… I didn't… Nana it wasn't my fault! You're all I have left, I love you!" you spluttered.

She looked at you, but her voice was cold as she said, "I want to believe you, but I can't…"

Again tears streamed down your face. You backed out of the kitchen, staring at your Nana. When you heard pounding on the front door, you turned and ran down the hallway. You burst into your room, grabbed your things and climbed out the open window. The cold air stung your face, but dried your tears. Her betrayal hurt, but you were angry. That shapeshifting monster had taken everything from you, and you vowed to get your revenge.