Hi! So this chapter was like...super-duper short cause I just wanted to see if anyone wanted my to continue...

Disclaimer: Sadly, the whole Soul-human-body-mind-takeover theme/environment belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I just have I tiny bit of an obsession with The Host and wrote my own Host plot...

So yeah. I don't really know where I'm going with this.

Enjoy :D

I was swimming – or was I running? It was too hard to feel through the blackness. It was so dark…I was buried in the murky shadows. Everything felt numb. I moved my rubbery arm through the damp thickness, wondering whether I was underwater or suspended in heavy air.

How…disorienting. Overwhelming. Confusing. Words flew into my head, words I had never heard, yet somehow understood.

Wait.

No. Yes?

Yes, I have heard them. I have heard those words.

I knew what they meant…and there were so many! Everywhere, at my disposal!

Suddenly, the hidden force that seemed to be dangling me in the darkness gave way, and I was set adrift.

Panic hit me.

Where was I? I looked around, unable to see anything but the vast expanse of shadows.

Who was I?

I began breathing rapidly. What reflex was this?

"Dancer," an unseen voice called. The word seemed gargled and strange, but I understood it.

Relief spread. Dancer. I was Dancer, of Mars. Dancer, the Red Dust Being.

No, though. That couldn't be right. Dancer's Life Term had ended. My Life Term had ended, on that planet.

So where was I now?

"Dancer? Red Dancer? Open your eyes…" The voice quieted to a soft mumble.

Is it addressing me? I was no longer Red Dancer though. I was…I was a Soul.

A Soul! That is what I am! I laughed at myself, at the foolishness of forgetting my own species!

I stirred and felt the black world lightening, the panic draining away. I waited for the hazy picture to clear.

"Agh!" I cried as the world sharpened. My hand clapped over my eyes. What was this brightness? These shouting lights?

A chuckle from above reached my ears and bounced around in my head, still sounding loud and strangled. There were no sounds like this on my last planet. I was still trying to get accustomed to hearing.

"What is the matter?" The voice asked.

"The lights!" I sputtered, "Why do they shout at me?"

"Please remove your hand. This reaction is normal and completely expected," The voice soothed.

I took a shaky breath and slowly pulled my hand away from my face, trusting the voice and its garbled words. I feelt the strange sensation of my arm muscles tightening. What a peculiar body!

My eyelids eased open, and squinted in the glare of the screaming light.

"Wha…What?" I breathed, astonished, as the screaming light changed into...

"Colors." The voice said. My vision focused on his dark and kind face. I immediately trusted the man.

"Welcome to Earth."

I gasped. Earth! Yes! That was the planet on which I had chosen to spend my next Life Term!

I had heard the stories of Earth's color, but never once had experienced it myself. These bodies could separate the kinds of light reflecting from objects, a fascinating capability.

"Stunning," I murmured to myself. There was such a wide spectrum, varying from the deep warmth of the man's skin to the pale, powder of his scrubs.

I was in a sterile room, very clean and white, with spotless tiled floors and ceilings. I sat on a small, pad-like bed. A smile grew on my face, my new lips stretching. I knew exactly where I was.

"You are my Healer?" I asked.

"Yes. Flames Spreading, a pleasure," He said, smiling as he reached down to shake my hand. My hands! They were so slender and white, with dainty fingers and delicate, curved nails.

I then realized that my Infuser was talking to me. I snapped my eyes up from my hands, sitting attentively as he spoke.

"…others before you. You were the first to be successfully inserted, probably due to your experience in this galaxy."

I paid no particular attention to what he was saying, except for a small mistake in my history.

"Solar-system, actually," I politely corrected him, "I've never left this solar-system." I waited for the information to sink in.

His eyes widened. It was extremely rare for a Soul to stay within one galaxy, and almost unheard of to remain in a single solar-system.

"So you've…circled the solar-system?"

"Yes," I said, smiling at his obvious admiration, "I've lived on almost every life-sustaining planet here."

"How many Life Terms have you lived?"

"This will be my sixth." He was drinking up my every word.

Most Souls live only live two, perhaps three Life Terms before settling in one body. Not I, though. I enjoyed guiding lost bodies immensely.

There was a tap on the doorway, and a woman strolled in, wearing an anxious face that didn't match her breezy gait.

"Was the insertion successful?" There was a detectable nervous twitch in her voice.

My Healer smiled. "Very."

Satisfaction replaced her distress. "Good. How do you feel?" She turned, addressing me.

"Wonderful," I said absently as I studied the woman's small, fairy-like features. What was it that made her seem so familiar?

She smiled coolly and strode towards me, her heels clicking against the tile.

"I am Cassandra, one of the Seekers in this facility. I've been making my rounds and introducing myself to the new Souls."

I shied away from her as she looked down at me with her strange smile. The familiarity disappeared.

"If you need anything, please feel free to contact Flames Spreading or myself." With that, she clicked away. I took a deep breath and hoped for her not to return any time soon.

Guilt immediately rinsed over my new body. How could I be thinking such suspicious, human-like thoughts already?

Flames Spreading smiled at my reaction.

"Seeker Cassandra may seem intimidating, but she's a good Soul. Searching for rogue humans is a dangerous Calling, and likely the one of the most taxing."

I nodded in agreement.

"The human's crude machinery killed countless Red Dust beings on Mars. Rolled them right over, mercilessly. That's why I came to Earth. Humans seem to be a race most needy of our guidance, seeing as they have no respect for life."

Flames Spreading shook his head. "Shameless creatures, too."

But certainly beautiful ones, I thought as I went back to admiring my pale fingers.

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