Authors's Note
Hey guys. This is my first fanfiction so don't judge my horrible writing skills.
Disclaimer: I do not own "The Host" or any of the characters present in it. All rights go to Stephanie Meyer.
Alone. Hannah O'Shea was truly alone. Stranded in the middle of the desert, in god-knows-where, she had the time to look back and reflect on her life as she trudged through the barren wasteland. Her life had been perfect. She had two over-bearing yet sweet older brothers, an involved mom, and an intelligent dad. Her loud mouth had made her many friends. She had perfect grades, maintaining an A-average in every subject. She had had it all. A perfect family, a perfect social life, and a perfect student life. Yet she couldn't understand where everything had gone wrong.
Maybe it was when she started noticing the differences in her parents. Or when she overheard her brothers making escape plans. But she definitely knew something was wrong when her parents had dropped her off at the clinic. Oh, it's nothing, they had said. Just a new routinely check up. Everyone has to go. And she did notice people going to get the check up. Only when they came back they were different. More gentle. That's what mad her wary. Yet, instead of stopping, she had barged through the hospital doors, hoping to get the check up done with fast, so she could make it to her soccer game on time. That's when everything truly went wrong.
She was inserted with a host named Fire Dance. He was a soul from the Fire planet. And he was a seeker. They had kept me there to be interrogated for 2 days. Apparently my brothers weren't being as secretive as they thought, and my parents had overheard them. Those two days were torture. It took every ounce of fight in me to push the parasite back, to not let it take control of my mind. And when they found out that she truly knwe nothing, they discarded her. Deemed her too uncontrollable for a host. She was lucky she escaped with her life. Through it all she had held onto one memory. The mountains.
She had seen one thing when she overheard Kyle and Ian. The map. The map had the outline of a mountain range. That's where they were going, she knew that in her heart. So she had stolen a map from a store, and located the mountains. And now here she was, thirsty and half starved to death. Curse her brothers.
The wind shifted suddenly, and blew sand into her face. She coughed and fought against the sandstorm, putting one foot in front of another. But she only made it another mile until she collapsed. Her arm hurt from where she had broken it running from seekers. Her mouth was dry and cracked. Her eyes stung with the oncoming sand. And her feet were throbbing, red and swollen.
She put one hand forward and managed to claw herself forward one more inch. Her whole body aches, a fire raging from one part of her body to another. She clawed at the sand, trying to get a holding to move, to crawl forward at least another inch. But it was too much. Her body felt like dead-weight, all limbs heavy as lead. They begged her to stop to give up. After a moment, she conceded to her body's wishes. She let the darkness take her under.
Author's Note
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