The Seeker - My Version

Chapter 1

Ok so I know what you're going to say after you read the 1st paragraph. Wow! You went really far ahead after the movie and the book.

Well I'm a beginner Host fanfic writer, ok? I love to express myself through my stories and my writing ( or maybe I should call it my typing.)

Well any way, I hope you know that I do NOT own The Host movie or The Host book. So there...

Well hope you enjoy the 1st chapter. Tell me if it is good or not. And please review.

"Ian, it's a girl!" Wanda said to Ian.

"Really?" Ian, my dad, replied anxiously. He was nervous about the baby that he and Wanda had been awaiting for. It was some years after Wanda, my mom, had gotten a new host, and the other groups of surviving humans had come to live in the cave with my family.

Wanda smiled, she was looking at the face of the baby. " I hope she'll be safe. Especially from them." she fretted. I know when she says them, she means the souls that had taken over Earth long ago. They were still fighting back even though my family- Jeb, Jared, Jamie, Melaney, my dad, my mom, Lily, and everyone else living in the dark caves- had taken many of them out of the humans still fighting to be here on this planet filled with Seekers and people who did not want humans around anymore.

I know they meant only to save and improve Earth, but they treat us as if WE are the parasites, and that they are the good ones. Really, I can't tell who is good or bad anymore. We were the ones abducting their family and sending them away. But I always try to remind myself that they are the ones that are killing us, not sending us away, not letting us live among them as friends, and certainly not having any mercy on us what so ever. I should hate them, hate them all. But I can't. They are just too blind, despite having our great eyesight, and they cannot see what they are doing to us. They cannot see that they are killing us, even though they aren't reallly killing us, so I feel pity for them.

It's funny when you think about it. My mother had said that she pitied the humans because of what we have done. But I think of it as the other way around. I was the one pitiying THEM! But it does not matter who or what they are, that does not mean I can resent them, for they have done nothing to me in person.

"Look! She likes you, honey!" she said as the baby reached a small, delicate hand to Ian. She cried out and started to cry, which was a sign that she was a healthy baby.

Ian smiled proudly as he looked at her. He stroked her head, which had barely any hair at all.

Although she doesn't know it yet, that baby was going to grow up to be a great person. She will go through troubles so confusing and heart breaking, she will have to do all she can to save the people she loves. But she would have much time, about 17 years too. And I guess you'd like to know who that baby was, or maybe you guessed it already. But that baby, so small and frail and weak, so beautiful yet very young, was me, Emilee, but many call me Em.

About 13 years later, I was as old as Jamie had once been,only... I was born much later than him, he was about 18. But that didn't stop him from being my big brother, and my best friend.

I was playing in the eastern field where the wheat was planted and was close to being harvesed. Me and Jamie were playing hide-and-go-seek.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, TEN! Ready or not! Here I come!" I yelled. I looked around the field. He was very tall, so I knew I might be able to spot his dark brown hair against the golden and yellow wheat. But he must have been hiding very well, because I could not see him at all.

After a few moments gazing around the field, I walked around but only a little way from the spot where I had started. I thought maybe he could be in the farthest corner of the-

"BOO!" something behind me yelled. And before I could scream out I felt the familiar hand of Jamie on my shoulder and he cupped my mouth so the others wouldn't think there's trouble. I'm sure Maggie or Sharon would scold me for playing in the fields and crushing some of the wheat plants, even though me and Jamie were careful not to crush them.

"Sssshhhhhhh, it's ok. It's only me!" whispered Jamie. "Don't scream! You'll scare the others."

But, by the time he had put his hand on my shoulder and mouth, I was already laughing and giggling so hard my stomach hurt. And my laughing made a chain reaction on him, so he started laughing hard as well. We sat there in the field laughing our heads off, but after a long while, we started to lose the energy to laugh anymore.

I smiled and told him "You know, you're the best friend I could ever have." I secretly felt sad. I thought about the moment and I wanted this moment to not only be with my best friend. But for this moment to be with the one I loved, the one that would love me back when I loved him. And for it to be OUR moment, but I knew that this would not be with Jamie, he was too much like a brother to me.

"I'm glad we're friends. And I wish we could play together like this forever. And..." I choked because now wet, salty tears were running from my red eyes, down my temples, and into my hair. There was a hard lump stuck in my throat, blocking my words from flowing out of mouth. I swallowed and I continued. " And... I wish-I wish that we- our family- didn't have to live in this world. This place where THEY are outnumbering us and taking us away. Making us one of them instead of ourselves." After that, I couldn't speak anymore. The monster of pain, sadness, and grief had overcome me, and had taken away my voice.

I started to sob, and then Jamie realized the pain I was in. And he started to comfort me and hug me, telling me that we will fight back and we will win. That it won't last long, that they won't find us, and that we will be safe. But I could hear the lie thick behind his voice. I knew that NOTHING would be safe, nothing would change. Or at least for a long, long time. And I felt that I couldn't wait that long.