Today me and my friend watched the Host movie and it got me thinking, how would we do during an invasion? Well, I decided to write it. ALL OC!
1. The Run-In
The police sirens were chasing after us, gaining closer and closer by the second. Alan would have nothing of it though, he wouldn't have us caught. Ever since the invasion two years ago, we have stuck together, we've been each others family.
Alan forcefully turned a corner, making Jordon crash into me and I crash into corner. The car was at high speed and if we weren't being chased, I would of shouted at him to slow down. But this was life and death, it was either drive as fast as you can for safety or die, as death was better than losing your free will. Losing yourself.
"Okay! I know going at this speed is needed, but can you at least be a bit more careful!" Daisy shouted from the passenger seat, holding onto the dashboard in front of her.
"Speed and being careful don't go well together!" Alan joked with fake humor. "Complain when we get out of this alive!"
Even though I was being crushed into the corner, I still managed to wrap my arm around Jordon beside me, who was struggling to hold back the tears forming in his dark eyes.
"We're going to be okay," I promised to Jordon softly, speaking in his ear. Jordon just nodded numbly, staring blankly at his lap.
It was dark outside; before the invasion people would be out going to clubs, or late night dinners. But now, as we were racing through the streets of Bristol, it seemed so empty. Lifeless. It was hard to believe that we were still on planet Earth.
I was crushed again into the corner as Alan took another sharp turn, as the way he was heading was now blocked. It seemed like a never ending dead-end. If we couldn't get out of this, then there would be no other choice but it end it.
I couldn't let that happen, mainly to Jordon. He was twelve, had his whole life ahead of him. Even though most of it might be spent on the run, it would still be a life. There was no other choice.
"Stop at the next biggest shop you can find." I said with determination.
"Why? They'll catch us!" Alan shouted with annoyance.
I repressed the urge to roll my eyes, "No, you won't, but I might."
In the refection of the mirror in front of her light blue eyes, I saw Daisy's eyes widen in fear. "Rose! No! You can't!"
"We have no choice, someone needs to distract them and I'm the fastest out of all of us." I stated and looked mainly to Alan, as he was the sort-of-leader of our small group. "Please, let me do this. Once I lost them, I'll meet you back in the woods."
Alan didn't say anything, but I knew his answer as he sped up more.
"Please Rose," Jordon whispered, which forced me to look down at this. "Don't do this... I already lost my family to them, I can't lose anyone else."
I rubbed my hand roughly against Jordon's cheek, smiling slightly at him. "You aren't going to lose me, I'm just going to distract them. I'll come straight back, I promise."
Jordon didn't look so sure, but there wasn't time for more reassurances, as Alan spun the car into a stop in front of a large camping shop.
Before I got out, Alan turned around and passed something to me. "You might need this, for protection." I took the handle and realised what it was; a knife.
I'm not violent, never have been and I've never been in a place where I had to fight someone. So, reasonably I was quiet nervous about holding a knife. I was fast physically, but mentally, I couldn't make decisions quickly. Could I really hurt someone to save myself?
"Be careful, come back to us." Daisy muttered as a tear rolled down her eye.
I didn't have the time to comfort her, the police sirens were getting close once again. Not looking back, I jumped out of the truck, slamming it closed behind me. As soon as I did, Alan quickly sped off, and I stared after them for a moment.
The police cars pulled into a stop and I jumped into action.
I ran over to the shop doors, but they were locked. The place itself as I looked inside looked almost empty, like it hadn't been touched by them yet. In the corner of my eye, I saw the box to the power of the building and with the knife in my hand, I knew what I needed to do.
Once I reached the box, the Seekers were already getting out of the police cars, which had actual policemen in them, but this was a Seeker's job, not theirs. Their blue ringed eyes showed no remorse for what they were going to do to me, only calmness.
I ripped the box open, and without hesitation, I dragged the knife through the box, tiny fireworks of electricity flying around as I did. Since I was only paying attention on putting all my strength upon the knife, I didn't realise I was at the end of it when pain rose from my arm.
Wincing, I dropped the knife and looked at my bleeding arm. The cut was deep, but I would have to worry about that later on.
They're close, I thought to myself as I raced back to the door, this time it being open as I swung it open. I ran through, trying my best to see through the dark. The isles were easy to, mainly due to the light that was coming from the cars outside.
I ran down one of the middle isles, knocking some things down from the shelves as I went.
This was truly the biggest camping shop that I had ever been in, as there were so many ways, it was like a maze.
I heard the doors from the front open and started to panic. I couldn't see a way out, no exit signs, nothing.
My eyes then flickered to the left to see big brown doors that looked like they led into a storage room. Seeing no other way, I quietly made my way other, trying not to let the Seekers know where I am.
In the storage room, it was a bit more clearer to see, as a dark green light was on. But this was also a reason I needed to be careful, if they came in here, they could easily spot me. So I hid behind the shelves, tip-toeing around them as my eyes searched for an exit.
Suddenly, a warm hand covered my mouth to stop my from screaming as they pulled me into a nearby corner. I struggled against the person's iron grip around my wrist and waist. But it was no use.
"Calm down," a gentle manly voice whispered in my ear. "Calm down. I'm here to help you, okay? Just breathe. Everything is going to be okay."
Even though I wasn't fully sure why the man was helping me, but I knew he wasn't one of them, as he would of handed me over by now. So I stopped struggling against his hold and took deep breaths through my nose, as he still hadn't let go of my hand.
Lowering us to the ground, I heard voices coming into the storage room.
"Are you sure she came this way?" One of the Seeker's asked in a straight tone. Someone must of nodded as the same Seeker spoke again, "She must of found a way out then. Get everyone to search the area, she couldn't of gone far."
A few minutes of silence after the storage door slammed close, the man's hand slowly moved away from me, allowing me to breathe through my mouth.
"Thanks," I muttered in a quiet tone as my head started to turn behind me. "I can't than-" I stopped short when I looked into the man's eyes.
His blue ringed eyes.
