Summary:

When the initial colonization hit brother and sister were torn apart. Mikael has learned to accept that his sister is gone and she's not coming back. However while he was scrounging for food in a little suburb he comes across something unexpected. What will he do when he meets a soul who does not seem to be afraid of anything? How will he get rid of her if she won't leave him alone? Will they come to sort of an agreement or is he destined to be haunted by his sister's ghost?

Curiosity Killed the Cat
Chapter One

The young man's name was Mikael Geller. He was much like anyone else. Two eyes, two ears, one mouth, one nose, hands and feet –there was no physical discrepancy. No one would have been able to pick him out of a crowd. There was however one noticeable difference, Mikael was a human and because Mikael was a human he represented everything wrong with the world.

The alien race, Souls as they called themselves, which invaded the Earth didn't value humanity. They only saw it as an imperfection, a disease that needed to be cured. To them humans were greedy, selfish, manipulative, and just all around bad. They stole from each other. They killed each other. They treated each other as outcasts because of petty prejudices such as religion, ethnicity, and status. The Souls thought they were doing this world a favor when they took over and some could argue that they did.

The environment has never been healthier, people have never been happier, there is no war or famine or sickness. Honesty, courtesy, and kindness are practiced by all. Earth has become the most perfect place to live… for a Soul that is.

If a person was not a Soul, like Mikael was not, then Earth was a very terrifying place.

To be prey hunted down by Seekers only to be cut opened by Healers and have a Soul inserted into your body was the fate of every human being. There were no exceptions. Because humans were bad and Souls were good, humanity had to be erased from this world. Still what Souls failed to realize was that not every human being was that way.

For you see Souls in general are actually very similar to one another. Physically, they look the same, they act the same, they all respond the same way –in fact it is almost impossible for one Soul to differentiate from another. Souls did not take the individual into account because to them the individual didn't exist. So when they found this measly planet and observed how the human interacted with each other of course they were shocked. All it really took was one look at a newspaper or one click of a TV remote for them to see humanity at its worst. No one ever told them that it was just the minority who was doing all this. They didn't know any better because they were Souls and Souls by definition are all things good.

Very few, if any, questioned this reasoning. For a Soul to question another Soul is unthinkable and for a Soul to lie to another is even rarer, but for one to turn their back on all others to help a human… Well, that's just crazy. Nevertheless that is exactly what she did.

There once was a human who said: "All great deeds and all great thoughts have ridiculous beginnings." The human who said that didn't realize how right they were. A story between a Soul and a human can only begin in stupidity.

It was stupidity that got you caught. It was what got Mikael caught now.

"Make one move and you die," he hissed.

The Soul had her back turned to the man when he entered her kitchen that fateful morning. She had been scrounging her fridge for ingredients necessary to make a turkey sub so she didn't notice his approach. A draft of wind bellowed in from the sliding glass door that she had always left unlocked. She never thought that there was any reason to lock her doors. All Souls were kind. She had nothing to fear from them. But it became apparent to her that it wasn't a Soul who stood behind her now.

She could feel the sharp blade of a knife pressed against her throat as she swallowed. The man wasn't putting enough pressure on the blade to hurt her just enough that she knew he was serious. Silence filled the tiny kitchen as she waited for something to happen. The only sounds in the room were the two people's quiet steady breathing.

The Soul felt the pressure increase on the blade as the man leaned in toward her ear. "Why aren't you saying anything?" He asked.

"You told me not to move," she answered, "and considering that there is a knife pressed to my throat I had no doubt you would follow through to kill me if I had."

The man removed the knife from her throat and spun her around pinning her to the door of the fridge. His eyes widen a fraction as he took in her appearance. Honey blonde hair glided past her shoulders in soft flowing waves and familiar azure eyes stared back at him. A small mole under her left eye was all the indication he needed to know that this was her. "Sammy?"

The woman's eyes widen as well, "Mikael."

But it wasn't Sammy. The person standing before only looked like his little sister. Sammy was gone and she wasn't coming back. What stood before him now was only a mirage. It was an imposter in his sister's body and he knew that. It didn't matter that it looked like her, he should kill it. It's what Sammy would've wanted.

"What are you doing here? It's dangerous to break into a person's house while they're still home," she scolded sounding a lot like his sister. But it wasn't his sister, it wasn't. He had to keep reminding himself of that.

"I don't want to hear that from you, parasite," he hissed pressing the knife to her throat again.

That seemed to quiet her for a bit. "What are you planning to do now? You've put yourself in a sticky situation. You can't leave because your keeping me pinned and if you did leave what's to stop me from telling the seekers you were here," she said.

"I'll just slit your throat. That'll stop you from telling anyone I was here," he said.

"Tsk. Tsk. Honestly I thought you knew better," she sighed, "If you slit my throat eventually someone is going to notice. That will still alert the Seekers to your presence. I don't think you want to cart a corpse around with seeing as you came here on foot. That will just slow you down. Besides I really don't think you can even if you wanted to. You're not a killer."

"You don't know what I am," he growled.

"Contrary to what you believe I do know a lot about you. I know that you loved Sammy more than anything. That she sacrificed herself for you. I know that you hate yourself because of it because you're the big brother and you were the one who was supposed to protect her," the Soul paused a faraway look in her eyes, " She loved you too. It's good to see that her sacrifice wasn't in vain."

Mikael was unsure of how to respond to any of that. This Soul didn't seem much like the others. No Soul that he's ever come across would've been as straightforward as this one. It was unclear whether the Soul itself was that way or if it was just Sammy's personality influencing its response.

"Well, I've made my decision."

"What decision?" He asked. Had he missed something?

"I'm going to help you."

Okay so I really really really shouldn't be starting another story. I have far to many already, but I really really really wanted to write this. I was reading other Host fanfics and there weren't really many that I liked. So naturally I decided to start my own.

I was originally intending to start it later in Mikael and the Soul's journey, but I decided what the hell that's going to leave a lot of stuff unexplained so I might as well start at the beginning. But be rest assured eventually the main characters will meet up the Cannon characters.

Please review and tell me if any of you are interested in me continuing this story. I love reviews and constructive criticism is encouraged.