Didn't know. Blood was spilt. A job had to be done. He was dead. Someone else must step up. The azure, the sky, the sea, the never-ending duty of blue. Need someone. Can't be on alone. Need a host. The magic cannot be contained. Need a body now.

Ted Kory's body fell limp on the ground. He was of no use now. Not that it had ever given its power to such an unworthy being. A dead body was not one that could channel its energy. With the energy it had, it teleported away. It would not allow such weak creatures as the humans who had attacked to examine it. Or even attempt to access its power.

To conserve energy, it went into a stasis mode once it was safe.

Jamie Reyes walked along the night time road alone. It was a simple dirt path actually. Located on the outskirts of town. Brutally beaten by the hot sun and dusty, there was nothing there. He sighed wishing that something would happen. He had nothing to do in El Paso. He was just an everyday Mexican. Tan skin, short black hair, and brown eyes. Nothing stood out. He wasn't good in sports. He wasn't the brightest kid either. He had a few friends but wasn't all that popular. He was just another no name in his town.

"Nada," he said to himself. Closing his eyes he tripped over something. He landed face first into the dusty ground. He lifted his head and coughed out dirt that had made its way into his mouth. He stood up and began to brush himself off. He looked at the ground where he tripped with a glare expecting to see a pothole. His gave softened when he saw something blue on the ground. It looked like a bug.

Almost like one you would see in Egyptian movies. He picked it up off the ground. It was a deep blue color that you could say the color was sadness itself. A deep and pure blue. Had he known what it was he might have left it. But instead he picked it up in curiosity. It was heavier than it looked. He moved it from hand to hand trying to guess the weight. He began walking back home messing with the bug. Well beetle, from what he could tell anyway.

He barely noticed he had walked all the way home until he almost walked straight into the door stopping inches away from the wooden structure. He sighed and walked inside. No one was home. His sister was out with friends and his parents went out to dinner that night so he was alone. But he didn't feel alone. Not exactly.

He was tired. That was what he thought. He walked up to his room and placed the beetle on his bedside table. He then got ready for bed changing into his pajama bottoms deeming it too hot to wear a shirt that night.

"What a funny little thing," he said placing his head on the pillow. Well, he guessed that this was something interesting. But this was not what he had in mind. He shut his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The beetle's legs began to twitch. It lifted itself into the air a bit. Walking over to Jaime, it placed itself on the one place that was exposed. His back. It dug its legs into the human skin, digging into the spinal cord. With that it began to take the necessary energy to think again. Once it was able to think, it realized what it had done. It had chosen a human host. One that, judging by the readings of his body, wasn't ideal at all. Weak, not smart, and… not direct. The beetle wasn't happy. It had latched onto a pansy. But there was nothing it could do now. It was infused into the young boy's body. And it held a strong pride. It would not let its host die. Otherwise a strong host may not allow it to use their body in the future.

Jaime woke up the next morning with the sun in his eyes. He sat up in his bed and stretched his arms. As his shoulder blades moved he felt something on his back. Absentmindedly he went to remove whatever was on his back. It was when he felt a cool bump on his back that he could not remove he grew nervous. He ran to his mirror and tried to see what was there. He could barely see it, but craning his neck he saw the little blue beetle he had picked up the night before.

"Que?" he said to himself. He tried to pull the beetle off again but it did not budge. It anything, it was tingling. That was not normal. He turned his head around and began to walk toward his bedroom door. He felt something jar down his arm. It was slightly painful, but he was more in shock in what he was seeing. His arm was covered in a blue metal. Blue armor.

Human.

Jaime's eyes widened. That was… that was in his head. He began to breath heavily.

Heart rate increase noticed. Calm down.

Jaime turned around to look for the voice.

"Who are you?" he asked rather confused and slightly afraid.

Khaji Da.

"That's your name?"

Yes you mindless meatsack.

Jaime frowned. There was a real ass in his room. Or in his head. Was he going crazy?

No. Brain functions or normal.

Jaime jumped again.

"How'd you…? Where are you?" he asked.

I am with you. I am the scarab.

"You're the thing on my back?" Jaime squeaked. He wanted excitement. This was not what he had in mind.

Kay. So a little one shot on how he got the scarab. I don't think I will continue. It was more of a… leave the Wally zone test.