My Name is Kevin Anders
A lone cop car moved down the streets of [removed] heading back towards the station. Inside the single officer keeping his hands somewhat tightly gripping the steering wheel. He blinked once again ignoring the pain from the left side of his face from what was surely a black eye. He wasn't a remarkable looking man; The standard fit build a good beat cop can have with maybe some muscle formation from a gym visit or two, slightly brown skin not really giving an exact sign of racial origin or if he was just tan, short cut black hair framing his face in an ok way, brown eyes (when not turning a lovely shade of purple on one side) most alert though seeming to glaze slightly at times, and honestly a good example of average. He was Kevin Anders cop and all around average man.
{So was that second of control there because he hit us so hard you dislodged or what?}
If not for the fact his body wasn't his own. In fact the one that was in control just tightened his jaw slightly and avoided looking in the mirror to see the who was being referenced; That being the large bald biker currently unconscious in the back seat handcuffs almost straining against the thickness of his arm.
"I was just let you experience a moment of weakness before reasserting my dominance and showing the superiority of Yeerk hand to hand training." There was the name for what now used Anders body. Yeerk, a race of space slugs that control the bodies of other species by slipping in through the ear canal and wrapping themselves around the brain. Would be conquers currently undergoing a secret infiltration of the planet Earth. The people they infested only getting brief freedom when waiting at the end of three days cycle in the invaders secret base called the Yeerk Pool. For every three days they needed to leave their hosts and bath in the pools to absorb life giving Kandrona rays. This one was named Wessel 061996 and had been using Kevin Anders as a host for about one year now. Though believe himself overqualified Wessel was low ranking and as such spent most of the time living his hosts life when not sent out to do some meaningless grunt work.
{You mean all those other times you tried that and it didn't work?}
Wessel just tried to ignore it and focus on his driving. Not that it was easy for the smell of the backseats occupant was also burning his 'borrowed' nostrils. A smell of pricey booze, cheap drugs, and he didn't want to know what else seemed to blanket the inside of the car.
{Come on why do you got to keep up the superiority act anyways? I've had you in here long enough to know you don't care that much.}
The Yeerk avoided smacking Anders forehead into the top of the steering wheel not wanting to add anymore pain to his current situation.
"We are not having this conversation again."
{Well what else can I do you don't even have the radio on.}
"What and listen to the brain rotting trash they call popular music?"
{Hey you know it doesn't literally do that with you sitting on it all day. Besides it must be better than listening to nothing.}
"No I just have to listen to an annoying human who won't ever be quiet."
{What you going to do make me relive Sophomore year?} Though tempting to do so would mean Wessel would have to remember it as well. So he just sighed and kept driving.
"Fine but can you at least keep quiet tomorrow? I have to report in on how many people we've sent to the sharing and you distracted me so much with your banter they almost threatened us with Blade Ship duty." Anders gave the equivalent of a mental shudder at the implications of Blade Ship duty.
{Ok but you owe me one for the boredom.}
Wessel just rolled Anders eyes though a slight tugged appeared at the corners of his mouth.
"Fine…. Also .. I guess… thankyouforknockinghimoutforme." Though said at a rapid pace being that it was using his body Anders picked up on it.
{No problem.}
Of course what would have been a touching moment in the mostly negative history of Yeerk/Human relations was swiftly ruined when the arrested biker rose from his slumber just long enough to ruin the interior of the back seat with a great cry of 'Blargargallarg'.
So this was somewhat of a test chapter for this story. Most likely not going to be a connected plot and more just snapshots of these two living their life. Please review and leave any questions you may have. Also going to fix a certain text issue hopefully soon.