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I knew the beginning would be the end, and the end would look like death through these eyes. I had been warned. No, not these eyes. My eyes. Mine. This was me now.

The language I had found myself using was odd, but it made sense. Choppy, boxy, blind, and linear, yet still it managed to find fluidity and expression.

With the truest instinct of my kind, I'd bound myself securely into the body's center of thought, twined myself inescapably into its every breath and reflex until it was no longer a seperate entity. It was me. Not the body, my body.

I felt the sedation wearing off and lucidity taking its place.

I braced myself for the onslaught of the first memory, which would really be the last memory – the last moments this body had experienced, the memory of the end.

I had been warned of what would happen now. These human emotions would be stronger, more vital than the feelings of any other species I had been. I tried to prepare myself. The memory came. And, as I'd been warned, it was not something that could ever be prepared for.

It seared with sharp color and darkest shadows mixed together. I was hiding from something frightening-the Seekers had found me!

There was the new sense, the fifth sense I'd never had, that took the particles from the air and transformed them into strange messages and pleasures and warnings in her brain – scents. They were distracting, confusing to me, but not to her memory. The memory had no time for the novelties of smell. The memory was only fear.

Fear locked her in a vise, when all she wanted to do was flee. An overwhelming despair clouded out everything else. "No! Please god! NO!" Like an animal that knew it was trapped she tried to make herself as small as possible, wanting to be overlooked. Pain ripped through her abdomen and her limbs were weak and shaky.

The memory that was not mine was so frighteningly strong and clear that it sliced through my control – overwhelmed the detachment, the knowledge that this was just a memory and not me. Sucked into the hell that was the last minute of her life, I was she, and we were going to die.

I hold still and try to hear the pursuit I can feel behind me, but the pulse is so loud behind my ears it drowns everything else out. "I'm hungry. It shouldn't matter now, but it hurts. I'm so hungry."

The air in her nose was pleasant. Good. A good smell. For one second, that comfort pulled me free of the memory. But it was only a second, and then I was dragged in again, and my eyes filled with horrified tears.

"I'm lost. It's over."

They're right behind me now, loud and close. There are so many footsteps! I am alone. The Seekers are calling. The sound of their voices twists my stomach. I'm going to be sick. "It's fine, it's fine," one lies, trying to calm me, to soothe me. Her voice is disturbed by the effort of her breathing.

"Be careful!" another shouts in warning. "Don't hurt yourself," one of them pleads. A deep voice, full of concern. Concern!

Heat shoots through my veins, and a violent hatred nearly choked me. I had never felt such an emotion as this in all my lives. A high, shrill keening pierced my ears and pulsed in my head. The sound scraped through my airways. There was a weak pain in my throat. Screaming, my body explained. I'm screaming.

"Oh dear! Are you alright?" A voice above me speaks filled with concern, not a memory, this was the present.

I try to answer but I am sucked back into her memories. I am on the ground and I know the end is coming, I am afraid, but I know what I must do. The handle of the knife is warm in my hand as I move it clumsily over my wrist. I don't want to die but I can't stand the thought of a parasite walking around with my body after I am gone.

I felt drained when I heard the gasp above me and I knew that I had been found. I smiled a small smile, I would die, but I would die as me.

The memories ended and I could once again hear what was going on around me.

"My job is to help this soul adapt herself to her new host without unnecessary pain or trauma. and here you are interfering with my job." The same voice from before, a female voice, but she was not talking to me, this I could sense.

"She is strong and I only have a few questions for her, that is not too much to ask. When will she awake?" A new voice this time, male my instincts told me.

"When she's ready. Leave her be. She deserves to handle the situation however she finds most comfortable. Imagine the shock of her awakening – inside a rebel host injured to the point of death, in the escape attempt! No one should have to endure such trauma in times of peace!" Her voice rose with the increase of emotion.

For the first time I opened my eyes to see this new planet I had become a part of. My Healer stood above me with another Soul that I had to guess was a Seeker, he did have questions for me.

Their faces were as alien to me as the sightless face of my last host body would be to this new body. I'd seen this kind of face in the images I had been given to prepare for this world. It was hard to tell them apart, to see the tiny variations in color and shape that was the only markers of the individual. So much the same, all of them.

Noses centered in the middle of the sphere, eyes above and mouths below, ears around the sides. A collection of senses, all but touch, concentrated in one place. Skin over bones, hair growing on the crown and in strange furry lines above the eyes. Some had more fur lower down on the jaw: those were always males. The colors ranged through the brown scale from pale cream to a deep almost-black. Aside from that, how to know one from the other?

And yet I could, know in this body telling the others apart was easy. Each face was different if you knew how to look.

The Seeker looked at me and began to speak, "Your Host tried to end her life, I assume that is what frightened you."

Even though it wasn't a question I treated it like it was. "Yes Seeker, I am alright now. What questions did you have?"

To get the information the Seeker needed, I would have to explore the violent memories that had made me scream in horror. I did not want to but I was a good Soul; I wanted to help.

I could skip past the end – it didn't overwhelm me now. In fast-forward, I hid in the dark again, wincing, trying not to feel. It was over quickly. Once I was through that barrier, it wasn't hard to float through less-alarming things and places, skimming for the information I wanted.

I saw how she'd come to the cold wilderness, driving by night in a stolen car chosen for its nondescript appearance. She'd walked through the woods in darkness, shivering beneath her coat.

She was trying to find shelter and food, but she had nearly starved to death and had become delirious attracting the attention of the Seekers.

"There is no one else," I spoke at last. "She was alone even before the invasion. There are no other humans she knows of."

The Seeker nodded and looked pleased, no more threat to peace, and made to leave the room. He paused at the door and looked at me again.

"Welcome to earth."

And with that he left.

"Well!" My Healer sounded almost annoyed by the Seeker, this was surprising; it was unusual for any Soul to even be irritated or short-tempered. My Healer must have guessed my thoughts from my face because she immediately explained. "I know they have the job of protecting us, but I wish they would be more considerate of others' feelings," she sighed then smiled at me, "I am Healer Joanne, what do wish to be called?"

I thought for a moment, I had been a bear once but that name no longer fit me now that I wasn't a bear. I thought of my name from when I was a bat, Sings to the Sky, it was better but it didn't quite fit either, but I couldn't find the body's name either so it would do for now. "Sky will be fine."

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Souls new to this planet were given temporary living quarters while they adjusted to their new lives and decided what they wanted to do. The walls and furniture of my room were all bland beige and brown colors chosen so as not to overwhelm the occupant. I had been warmed about this species' strong emotions but so far it hadn't been anything I couldn't handle. The only thing that seemed odd to me was a strange tingling on the back of my neck, as if I was being watched, and it made me uneasy. I walked to the window and closed the oatmeal colored curtains to give myself some privacy, this world was so very much and I needed to take it slowly or I could become overwhelmed as my Healer had warned.

I observed the room around me, one bed, a simple table beside it, a chest of drawers with a T.V. atop it and that was it. There was a bathroom right by the door that led into the hall. The bathroom, like the bedroom, was simple and bland. The room was tiled white with a green shower curtain and rug, there was a large mirror above the sink that I looked into as I came in. I was getting used to my new reflection, getting comfortable with it and learning its nuances. My body wasn't very tall, barely 5'4", but my body was definitely an adult with all the curves to prove it. The Healers had done a good job with her, repairing the damage malnutrition had wrought while she was hiding. Her skin was a pale creamy color dotted everywhere with freckles, her hair was just a shade darker than blood and it fell, think and curly to her elbows, her lips were full and soft and her nose turned up at the end making her look younger than her eighteen years.

It happened without warning, one moment I was studying my reflection, learning its nuances and the next I was on the floor struggling for control of my body.

NOT YOUR BODY!

It was such an angry voice, filled with such hatred that it took me a moment to realize the larger problem. The voice was mine but not at the same time, my body was talking to me as she tried to regain control. I was deeply afraid, this was wrong, only I was supposed to be here.

I disagree parasite.

I was once again shocked my her hatred causing my to lose concentration. And in that moment She took control.

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Author's note: I felt the muse strike for the fist time in a long time and I had no choice but to oblige her. This is my first Host fanfic but I hope you don't hate it. Feedback is appreciated.