This FF is inspired by 'The Host' by Stephenie Meyer. I've basically used the same species as is in the book (The 'souls') but the storyline, setting, and characters etc are completely different. I've tried to make it kinda original :)
The main characters are all of an alien species, and since the writers guild says I can't post drawings, you'll have to use your imagination along with my description which I will try to make as detailed as possible. I also apologise for any grammar and/or spelling mistakes; I will try to keep these to a minimum but a few are inevitable. If you see any do not hesitate to point them out to me!
Also, please feel free to give me constructive criticism, as I'd like to improve my writing skills, so any help would be appreciated.
Warning: I do tend to write rather a lot, and the chapters are quite long in comparison to that of some of the other FFs here.
So, without further ado,
Chapter 1
It was dark. As always. I could not feel, could not see, anything, just the claustrophobic darkness that pressed in from every side.
The darkness did not bother me. It was a strange sensation, being aware yet completely neutral to everything around me: I did not care about the darkness, for I knew nothing beyond it, or before it.
The tiniest, minute part of my mind knew what was truly happening. Where I was, where I had been, and why. But it was so painful, so difficult to remember, that I found the larger part of me told me it was not worth the effort, to surrender to unconsciousness. The majority of the time, that was what I did. Sleep was easy in this drifting blankness, the most comfortable state to be in.
Time was impossible to measure here: I could have been under for seconds, months, or centuries. There was nothing to measure the passing of time against, and the numbness of the black made me unable, no, unwilling to count in my head.
An endless and immeasurable period of time later, the blackness shifted. It was no longer as dark, nor as mindnumbing as it had been. The section of my mind that had rebelled before told me that the end of the dark was near; soon I would open my senses into a new, unfamiliar environment. If I had owned a body, it would have been tensed in anticipation. As it was, every nerve in my mind was on edge, awaiting this new world. Then, with a sudden jolt, the blankness vanished altogether and I was completely disorientated by the flash of brightness that was the extreme opposite to the black.
I felt entirely the opposite, too. Instead of neutral, I felt annoyed, aggravated that I had been sucked so abruptly from the peaceful dark. A few short moments later, the sensation strengthened. Not only did I feel more angry, but much more uncomfortable, in a strange way that I did not understand. The discomfort became sharper, until it was a kind of pain. I felt like I was deprived of something, something I needed, and it hurt.
Then, inside my head, there was a tiny 'click' as I became fully aware. The numbness of the dark (What I now recognised as anaesthesia) had completely worn off: memories came flooding back and comprehension lit up my consciousness. I was on a new planet; I'd volunteered to be one of the first settlers, so they'd frozen me, and shipped me over here. I was unfrozen a few minutes ago, and that could only mean one thing: I was about to be inserted into my new body.