This is just a fun little fanfic story. I've had this saved on my computer for months. I just recently decided to start working on it again. I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Host. Although I wish I did. How cool would It be to say "Yeah, I wrote The Host. Stephenie Meyer is just a pawn in my evil plan!"
Preface
"Mom, I'm scared," my little brother trembled out the whispered words as his head lay on my mother's lap. He was only eight years old. Of course he was scared. I was terrified and I was five years older than him.
"It's alright Babe," my mother soothed as she stroked his hair. But, I could tell she wasn't alright. It was the way she held her head. Neck stiff, head facing toward the tunnel opening, eyes never blinking. She hadn't slept in weeks, at least not well. Always on constant lookout for anyone who dared to threaten to take any more of her family away.
They took my father away. Those horrible, I don't think I can think of a word to describe how much I hate them, things. Body snatchers so to speak. We had only been hiding out for a few days when my dad decided to go find us some more food. Only so much could fit into the tiny bag we almost didn't have time to pack. He didn't come back. I think it literally killed my mother to leave our hiding spot, but she knew the rest of the body snatchers would come looking for us. We had to flee.
On nights like this, nights when I could not stop trembling for the fear, I tried to concentrate on my life before any of this happened. My friends, Taylor and Megan, I had no idea where they were now. I didn't know if they were still alive. I remembered we used to talk about how we were all going to attend the same college. Duke University. Taylor apart of the medical program, Megan studying psychology and me doing whatever. I had no definite plan for my life. It turns out that wasn't such a bad thing though, since I wouldn't be attending college anyway. Would I? The future was so uncertain. I didn't even know if I had a future.