"It's your fault!" He screamed at me and I flinched away, scared for a moment that he was going to strike me.

He didn't, just looked at me with so much anger and hatred, and at least a little madness.
I looked away. It hurt to see that look on Sam's face. I had to remind myself that it wasn't really Sam. Even if he looked exactly like Sam, and sounded like Sam too... Although I'd never heard Sam sound like this guy did now.

I was doing my best to be brave now, but I couldn't help the tears of pain and fear that were silently sliding down my face. I was pretty sure that he'd damaged something in my shoulder when he'd dragged me back inside.

The real Sam was of course here too. Which was of little comfort when he looked like he'd been beaten before he was tied to the chair. Most worrying was the dried blood on the collar of his shirt. It looked like the monster who was imitating him had smashed him over the head with something in order to get him here.

The monster obviously had some idea who they were dealing with. Sam was now tied to the chair in the middle of the room so tightly that I could see the ropes cutting into his wrists as he fought them in vain.

Finally deciding that he wasn't getting anything more out of me, he turned his attention back to Sam, expression changing from anger to amusement in an instant. "Having fun there Sammy?"

Sam glared at him and he just smirked. "You might as well quit fighting, you're never going to break out of those knots." He gave a nasty, "After all…they're yours." He tapped his head pointedly.

I looked between them, not understanding.

Sam stopped his struggling, but continued to glare at him. "He's a shape shifter." He explained to me, voice unexpectedly calm and controlled. "Not only do they take on the shape of the people they copy, but they can take their thoughts and memories as well. That's how they manage to fool people so successfully."

I looked at the shape shifter warily. I'd been afraid of him already, quickly working out that this was the monster that had been killing students all week. Knowing that he now knew everything that Sam knew…that made him all the more terrifying, because it would make him a lot harder to beat.

The shape shifter shrugged, "It's not without its perks."

His attention shifted suddenly back to me, his face morphing back to anger. "In fact it would be just great if it wasn't for you." He snarled at me.

"I…I don't even know you." I told him quietly, finally finding my voice. It even came out fairly steady to my relief.

"Well I know you." He sneered at me. "You're all the same, heartless monsters."

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