What Do You Hunt Again?

I slashed at the thing that looked like me. A lot like me it was weird. I slashed and sliced then it knocked the blade out of my hand. I let out a whimper as it crept closer then someone bardged in. The fake me turned it's or my I don't know. Anyways it turn it's mine whatever head. The shorter one who looked about mid twenties punched it. The tall one who looked early twenties late teens came over to comfort me. Then the shorter one stabed it, without hesitation. He didn't even think about it he just stabed it. That scares me the most. He didn't even think about it he just went for it. "Are you all right?" The tall one asks. I nod lying then shake my head no.

   "What was that thing?" I ask still shooken up.

   "You wouldn't believe us if we told you." The shorter one grumbles walking over to me.

   "Try me I've seen the thing." I state then poke it part of it's skin fall off. I make a face of disgust shaking my hand. "It's dead right?" I ask.

   "I would hope so that's how we've been killing those things for awhile. But um yeah it's a shape-shifter." The shorter one answers staring at it.

    "A shap-shifter." I scoff. "It could have chosen someone better to shape-shift, because I'm not exactly rich, pretty, I'm kinda chubby. Yeah it could have chosen someone better." I state looking down at myself. "Yeah I have to say it's not exactly bright." I add.

   "Never met a bright one but this one was still pretty smart and do you really think those things about yourself?" The tall one asks.

   "No of course not I just said those to say them." I say sarcasticly.