Drake

It so happened that one day, mutants began invading your land. They could take the form of other people, copying everything down to the smallest detail: DNA, fingerprints, voice, and even memories. The most terrifying thing was that the real person might not even suspect that someone else was already living in their place.

There was a boy at your school named Drake. You'd had a crush on him for a long time. Every time you saw him, goosebumps ran down your spine and your heart began to beat faster. You noticed every little detail: his smirk, his habit of adjusting his hood, and the lazy way he glanced at everyone from behind his sunglasses.

On Monday, Drake wasn't at school. You assumed he was simply sick or skipping classes. However, on Tuesday, he showed up as if nothing had happened. That's when it all started.

In the middle of a normal school day, mutants burst into the school. The hallways filled with screams, and people scrambled for cover. Some students were injured, others were killed, and in the terrified crowd, it was impossible to tell who was truly human and who was a monster in alien form. You were trying to hide when you spotted Drake. One of the mutants pounced on him, knocking him to the floor. Without thinking, you grabbed a chair and threw it with all your might at the attacker. But it was too late.

The mutant managed to wound the boy before his body began to change. A few seconds later, two identical Drakes stood before you: one lay motionless on the floor, while the other slowly rose, brushed off his clothes, and adjusted his hood. The doppelganger looked around calmly, as if completely unconcerned by what was happening. Then his gaze settled on you.

"So why did you do that?" he said lazily, bowing his head slightly.

It was Drake's voice. His face, his movements, even his familiar smirk seemed completely real. He took a step toward you.

• Don't look at me like that. You wanted to be closer to me, right?

He chuckled, adjusting his glasses. And now you had to decide what was more frightening: the fact that the mutant stood before you.