Hello! God, I hope no one bites my head off for this. Anyways, this is the start of another fan fiction of 'The Host' by Stephenie Meyer but Yu-Gi-Oh spazzed. xDD
This is the first chapter, and I hope you enjoy! ^^
I own nothing, don't hurt me!

I knew it would begin with the end, and the end would look like death to these eyes. I had been warned.
No. They were my eyes. This was me.
My new language was odd, though it seemed to make sense. It was extremely different to any others I had used before, yet the expression I found in it spoke for itself.
My main purpose as a soul was simple, and I carried it out easily, as my instincts commanded. I fused myself with this vessel, taking control of what I could, and making it my own until there was nothing separate about it. It was me, and nothing else.
The saner of my senses began to kick in, and I was met by the oncoming first yet final memory. There were no preparations that could be made by anyone for this.

He was running. There was nothing stopping him, not even the strange sense that distracted me, his only distraction was fear.

I've failed.

The memory was strong, forceful in a way that took its own control in my mind. I was almost dragged into the scene myself, as though this had not yet been the final moment of his life, and that was yet to come, after we had fled.

Its pitch black - I can't see a thing. I am pulled into blindness, and I feel almost deaf because of the thick pounding in my ears, yet I still try to sense the on-coming pursuit.
I'm freezing. Perhaps it shouldn't bother me. Not now.

I was pulled away from the memory for a split second by a strange smell, but it was such a short time, and I was soon thrust back to the memory, with tears in my eyes.

They're right behind me. I'm lost, and I've failed.
I can hear the Seekers.
"It's fine, It's fine," says one, attempting to deceive me, to turn my thoughts in to that of their favour.
"Be careful!"
"Don't hurt yourself!"

A hatred shot through me. I had never felt this kind of emotion in all my lives. A startling noise flew through my ears and into my head, a slight pain resting in my throat.
Screaming, my body explained. You're screaming.
I froze. The noise stopped.

My body was speaking to me! Thinking for itself!
But my sudden surprise was over-powered by that of the memory.

"Please! There is danger ahead!" they yell.
There is danger behind! I scream back in my mind, though I realize what they mean. At the end of the hall, there is light, though it is not what I expected. It's darkness. What is left of an elevator shaft in this hell hole.
Relief floods through my veins and I realize. No way to live, but perhaps to succeed.

No, no, no! This was my own, a thought pulled away from his but this was us together. On the verge of our death.

Desperate shouts call from behind.
I could smirk and smile for hours, just knowing that I was faster than them and knowing this was the truth. If only I had the chance, though there was no time for that now.
I let myself fall, yet I claw through the air to try and find what I want. But it is too late. Suddenly I am stuck without air, and pain engulfs me entirely. I want it to stop, but it won't.
I want to know when, but I don't.

I was met with the memories awful ending and I could not have felt a stronger gratitude. Though this was short lived, when I felt it raging its way through my mind for the second time.
No! I shrieked.
I didn't want to feel that horrid thing again! The pain and the suffering – it was too much.

But this was different. This was another memory. One so short, yet so important. As though the final thing on his mind.

The darkness in this memory destroyed everything but one face.
I had seen many of these before when I was preparing for this world. Though they were different to so many others I had seen from my previous lives.
These faces were indeed so hard to tell apart. Each was so alike and indifferent in such small quantities. But this face was one I could pick out in seconds, between millions of these strange features.

The skin was flawless and a gracious golden brown. The hair was thick and spiked – though it was long – and a deep brown shade, darker than the skin. A deep green colour flooded with the eyes in their beaming white backgrounds, and they seemed as though they even had their own personality which hardly changed. And lips with a smile - difficult to remove.

I wasn't an expert on beauty in this world, but I knew it was a part of this face. I longed to gaze at it for as long as I could, but the more I felt this way, the quicker the face faded.

Mine.

I was astonished again. This wasn't right. It should have been me alone here now, yet this other voice in my thoughts rang out to me.
This was supposed to be my body now, not his. He should have vanished.

Mine, I shot back. All of it is mine.
So why am I talking back to him? I wondered, as the voice interrupted my thoughts.

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