A/N: I HAD to re-write this because the original was simply atrocious and I'm shamed I even posted it up (thankfully, it is deleted forever now). This version I find more believable, as well as enjoyable. I hope you lovely readers do too. If there are any of you out there….. Well if you are, this is my first fan-fiction ever (sort of…), so please be kind! And please review! Anyway, enough with my rambling, onto the story!

"He will wake soon, Seeker, the body was damaged greatly, but I don't believe there is anything to fear."

"Truly? It took you far more than a day to get the body to be even partially functional. Why you chose to save the body after such damage is not like you."

"This body is strong. The human's phrase 'youthful strength' clearly portrayed in him. Our Soul will not be displeased with it, I assure you."

"As you say Healer Falling Waters." said the Seeker in a hesitant tone.

The human had the courage to jump off the roof of one of the humans taller buildings; nearly twenty-five stories high. After such a fall, the human's body was nothing more than a small pile of mush, but even then he had a beating heart, and a working mind. Such damage to a perfectly healthy specimen was an atrocious waste, but something they dealt with before. Humans were impulsive, frightened beings, and at times, courageous to a fault. Their emotions drove them to do such illogical things: war, destruction of their planet, killing other's for amusement, the creation of items that would only cause harm to themselves and others. It was maddening. If anything, they, the Souls, guaranteed the continuation of their barbaric race, so long as they remained in control.

And that was hardly difficult.

Strange.

That simple word in itself summed up everything Burns Living Flowers felt as his mind stirred him back to consciousness. The body he inhabited felt… wrong. Yet, completely right at the same time. The vibrant red hair that covered his crown, the dull blue eyes, the - what humans considered to be - chiseled chin, and fair skin that was reflected in the mirror he held was alien to him, yet all to familiar.

Strange. Definitely, strange.

Even so, Burns knew the familiar disorientation, as it was not his first time being transferred into a different host species. In fact, it was his sixth time. Six lives on six different planets. Yet, the this was a feeling no Soul could ever get used to. Blinking his eye's furiously to clear it's mudded vision, Burns found himself in a familiar, and oddly calming, place. The Healer's. Such place had always been of interest to Burns, and he could only imagine what new products they could have created to accommodate the human body. From what he knew, it was the most complex, and difficult anatomy they had ever come across of. Though any problems they came across during the 'testing' duration were easily answered with the help of their original hosts, the Spiders. There was nothing they could not answer. So as to what they made specifically for the human body, was obviously of major interest to him.

"Ah, you are awake. Glad to see it, Burns Living Flowers." Healer Wind said with a gentle smile plastered across her face.

"As am I, Healer." Burns said testing out his new body. The memories of his human host provided him with both mental and physical memory of how the body worked. It would be a problem if he didn't obtain his host's memories of such simple motor functions; to wake up not knowing how to breathe would definitely be a problem. As natural as it felt, it felt off as well. Much different from his time as a Flower, which was rather dull in some aspects, and far far different from his time on Fire World; which was his birth planet.

With a small smile, the Healer walked up to his side, checking his body up and down to see if everything was alright. "You seem perfectly fine." she said satisfied with her results.

"I feel perfectly fine, Healer." Burns said as a matter-of-factly.

"No Pain." she said informatively, "We gave you a small dose just in case, your body had been damaged significantly, and I'm afraid you will live with those faint scars." she said almost saddened by the fact. As though she had failed in some way.

"That is fine, Healer." he said, "From his memories, it appears some females on this planet found scars to be attractive? How peculiar." he said voicing the thoughts that rambled through his mind and the memories.

"Yes, humans did have odd tastes, though you cannot deny they had excellent taste buds, I recommend the restaurant Gingo's which is just down the road as your first meal. The Thai food there is simply sublime." Laughing to herself a bit, the Healer walked over to grab a small plastic cup filled to the brim with water. "Here," she said handing it to him, "You must be thirsty."

Had he not taken a small gulp of the water, Burns wouldn't have noticed how thirsty he really was, nor the hunger that suddenly seemed to attack him out of nowhere. Finishing the water rather rapidly, the Healer chuckled to herself, grabbing the empty cup from his hands and refilling it before returning it to him. This time, the water disappeared from the cup slower than it's predecessor.

"Am I free to leave, Healer?" he asked, unearthing the memories of how the Human tried, hopelessly, to escape the Seekers that were hot on his trail.

Have to run… have to get away! He thought to himself, running as quick as his legs could manage, the wind stinging his face as he pushed against it.

"Stop! Please, we won't hurt you!" A Seeker screamed out as he chased him followed by at least a dozen others.

HA! Won't hurt me!? LIES! They'll do worse then kill me! They'll erase! Not going to happen. I'd rather die than be turned into one of those monsters!

The stairs of the building he ran through were his only option as he met a dead end. His legs were more than exhausted, they felt like nothing more than watery jello. But, he continued to run. His climb of the building quickened as he skipped a few steps each time he moved. The pain was unbearable. The burning taking hold of him as he continued. All that kept him whole was the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

No…. NO! Dead end… No…. I. Will. Not. Become. One. Of. Them!

He met face to face with the edge of the building, the vacant street below seemed so far away now.

"Please, please stop! Don't move, please! We mean you no harm." the Seeker said, his voice sickly soaked in concern. But not over his life. No. Over his potential Host body.

Turning to them, his burning vibrant blue eyes met with that of the silver-lined seekers.

"Please, we can help you."

"No. I won't let you take me you MONSTERS!"

Before any of the Seekers could react, he had stepped back a step, into the empty air and his body fell over.

You won't take me.

That was all he remembered, after that was nothing but a bright flash of white, then red turning into a dim blackness.

He felt the humans relief when he remembered falling off the building. He truly thought he was free from the Seekers.

How wrong he was.

"Oh yes, you can leave whenever you feel like. It's mid-afternoon at the moment, I suggest you go and get yourself something to eat Burns Living Flowers." The healer said, bringing him back to his reality.

"Thank you Healer, I will be sure to go and try Thai food. This body seems accustomed to the tastes."

With a smile, the Healer walked with him at his side to the entrance of the hospital building, waving a Soul-friendly wave goodbye as Burns began to walk away.

It had been months since he came to Earth, and to say he was surprised with the Human world, was an understatement. Not in any of his other five lives had he ever seen such ingenuity. The humans creative potential seemed limitless, and they continued to impress him with their small inventions. The iPod being one of his favorites. Much to his delight, he had unearthed a rather large one in a small shop where the owner failed to erase the songs that were stored in it. The humans taste for music was… odd. But the memories that surfaced whenever he listened to one made him find some enjoyment in it. Not that he would ever show anyone the music. They would have him erase it as it was too violent for him.

But, he didn't find it violent. If anything, he found it soothing.

Then again, he was never really a normal soul.

Even in his other lives, he had never truly been apart of the Soul Society. He never was able to…. 'click' with any of it. Peace was nice, yes, but as much as it screamed against his nature, Burns always wanted something more. And from what he's seen, the humans gave him just that.

Their emotions were far stronger than any race he had been immersed in. It seemed to control every action, every thought, going against all logic. At times, it was maddening. At others, it was a welcome release.

Still, he had adapted to the body far sooner than he had in any other life. Which was surprising, to say the least. If that screamed anything, it would be that he finally found a home, and he would no longer be pulled to another planet. To bad that humans had the shortest lifespan (other than the Spiders) than any other species they had come across. The average age span of a Human was a mere (at least in the United States) 80 short years.

Such short lives, indeed.

But that made it all the more worth to live while he was, in human terms, young.

The body had a natural knack for building objects out of scrap. And useful ones too. From hammers, to drills, everything came...naturally. It also became apparent that the body had practically a lust for adventure. To dive into the unknown and come back victorious in discovering something, or simply being able to say they survived.

Strange.

But exhilarating all the same.

At times, he found himself wandering the mountain peaks, or swimming deep out to sea. Such risks of course, weren't much of risks as there was always someone with him, at times, a Seeker because the places he went were so remote, humans could possibly be hiding anywhere.

So far, no humans had crossed his path.

A part of him, his host part, was overly relieved at that fact. The memories, the hate at the mere word 'Seeker' was enough to make him feel pity for the humans. Though he wasn't about to give up his human host. Not when he finally found a home. That and the human he possessed was mentally brain dead. If he was removed from the body, it would remain in a vegetative state. If anything, he was saving this humans life by maintaining full bodily control of it.

One fair morning, in the midst of a desert town, Burns felt an overwhelming desire to explore the vast dunes. Rather eagerly, he made his way to the the shop which sold all necessary survival objects for his very reasons. Knife, water, tent, food, matches, blankets, compass, map, and of course, a hat, all stuffed strategically into a heavy duty pack. All the shop employee said was that his Calling was rather dangerous, and should be very careful while out there.

He always was.

But in this case, there was no Seeker or any other that would accompany him. This time, he was going solo.

The first day out in the desert was exhilarating. The sights were truly something to behold, at least to him. To any other they would probably see nothing more than a fairly barren wasteland, while he saw a world of brilliance. Nature on Earth was like nothing he had ever seen. They had everything. From blistering heat to frigid icecaps, and everything in between. It was magnificent.

He spent a few more days, reserving his water and food the best he could, just in case anything happened. The world was indeed an unexpected one.

As he walked down the desert path, Burns could have sworn he saw something reflect the suns ray as metal would. But, why would there be anything metal so far away from civilization? There were an extremely small amount of souls who found what he did to be even slightly interesting, less that were willing to living so remotely. Souls needed to socialize. It was in their nature.

Before he could really see if the glimmer off in the distance was anything, something massive collided into his side, sending him tumbling down and scrape the water starved earth beneath him. There wasn't anything he recalled that was mildly large enough to cause such an impact. There were coyotes, but if that animal had attacked him, he would be feeling more than simple skin-scrapped pain. More the pain that accompanies being torn limb from limb.

"I've got it Nate!" a rough male voice screamed causing Burns to wince as it was practically screamed into his exposed ear.

Humans... he thought as he tried to twist his face to get a clearer view on the man that held him to the ground forcefully.

"Gag him and let's go! We don't have time!" Said another male voice, obviously this 'Nate' person the man spoke to.

Before Burns could do or say anything, his mouth and nose was covered with a small cloth, soaked in a sickening smell that sent his eyes closing against his will.

Before his world was plunged into darkness, Burns could only imagine what these humans had in store for him... as it was clearly not a quick death.

A/N: Soooooo, what'cha think? :D Please review! I need all the guidance/help I can get!

Also! It's my plan to update this on a weekly basis, so every Thursday or Friday there will be a new chapter! Maybe sooner if I have a sudden bout of inspiration. It's also my intention to end this 'part'/'book' at the time Burns and Nate's company meet Jeb and that group. Hopefully I can get a few of you to stick to this till then!