Copyright Disclaimer: These characters belong to Stephanie Meyer and the concept of Souls was also created by Stephanie Meyer. I have simply created the plot line. This story is very different from the Host and explores the themes that slid into the background in the book. Also, there is no hideout or 'the girl gets captured and comes back with a soul who falls heads over heels with the same person'. Wanda and Jared will come into this story later on.

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They say you can never truly expect anything from two things: Time and Fate. Both of them are linked with each other. Time is fate and fate is time. If there is no time, there is no fate. If there is no fate, time doesn't really exist for that person.

Time; the most baffling the human mind shall ever encounter. One second you're talking to your friends, the next you're in bed. One minute you're conscious of your surroundings, the next minute you're asleep or mini-death as they call it. Time is all that we all need so desperately but something we can never have.

Fate; the force which no one has power upon. Time is the only thing that can change Fate. One minute you're driving, the next you're in an accident, fighting death. One day you visit someone, the next you find out that they are dead.

Time is running out and fate has turned against humanity.

Two best friends, Melanie and Ian, had no idea what they would discover a month later than today. How many people would enter their lives and how many people would take theirs. No they had no idea, none at all.

Right now, in the town of Chicago, under a cherry blossom tree in the park they visited every day, Melanie was blabbing about Mia, the high-school bitch and Ian was chuckling at her remarks. They both got up; Melanie wanted to go home.

And somewhere, far, far from America, in the Australian continent…a cryotank has landed. The three Healers and two Seekers had found the hosts for the second group of 'Souls'.

Everyone was excited, everyone was thrilled to have new members to join them in the bustling world of Earth. They would soon take over a new planet which was so heartwarmingly beautiful even though its inhabitants, humans, had destroyed it.

And even though Healer Skywater was delighted that his species had found a new planet, he could not help but wonder if all of it was worth it. Yes, the humans had ruined it but were ten billion lives worth all of it?

"Sunslit, do you think what we are doing is the right thing?" He asked the Seeker next to him.

"Of course, Healer! How can it not be the right thing? Don't you see how these humans have destroyed this beautiful piece of land? Don't you see how determined they are to kill one another? Don't you see that if we don't intervene they will kill themselves eventually?" Scarlett shook her head, grimacing.

The Healer nodded but still he felt sorry for every human who would never wake up again. "I know but still, it seems a bit cruel, don't you think?"

"Oh, Healer, I believe that you are too soft and kind-hearted." The Seeker smiled, patting his heart before getting to her feet and walking out of the room.

The Healer sighed.

While the Healer was debating whether his species' actions were wicked or not, Melanie and Ian were living in their own bubble of happiness and sarcasm.

"My aunt Slovine has gone cray-cray," Melanie told Ian, sipping a bit of her coffee.

"Wasn't she always?" Ian asked, causing Melanie to burst into fits of laughter.

"No but really Ian! She's behaving like Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes! And she's started calling me 'honey' and 'darling' instead of 'girl'! And she's so soft and stupid , like what the hell happened to 'I'm badass and this is how I shall live my entire life' stuff?"

"Looks like we need to talk to her…" Ian said, grinning.

"…and tell her that that her silver contacts don't really suit her eyes."

"Melanie!" Her mother shouted. "It's past nine! Time for bed!"

Melanie groaned. She hated saying goodbye to Ian. Not because she had feelings for him or some sort but because he was the only one who actually understood her and would do anything for her. Even if he had to distract Mr. Bringles so that Melanie could have a good make out session in detention whenever a boy was sitting next to her. Ian would call M.r. Bringles and make up problems. Bringles loved Ian and they'd spend forty minutes talking about Ian's not-so-real problems.

"Bye, Hun." Melanie said, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Bye, Melloes."

Melanie pulled away rolling her eyes as Ian shuffled to the kitchen to say goodbye to her mother before leaving.

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