A/N: Hi! Here is chapter two of my first host fan fiction. On my first author's note, I forgot to say that I DO NOT OWN THE HOST OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS. And, also, a special thanks to tulips-are-everlasting and Dustfinger's cheering section for their supportive reviews. Remember that if you read this fan fiction to please review at least once, your constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! Thank you and enjoy!!!!
Chapter Two:
"No! No! No! Ugh, no!"
I so wanted to cry. This was so unfair, I mean, I had come so far. I have gone through so much and have tried so hard, and for it to all to be ripped away like this felt unbearable.
I stared in horror as the jeep-- as I had now recognized the vehicle-- continued to race towards me.
Ugh! Stupid, heartless worms! And not just any worms, but Seekers!
The thought disgusted me, and how the hell did they find me?! It's not like there have been any helicopters flying over head on the look out for any idiot humans, such as myself, who would just go wondering in the vast desert! Even without a helicopter, no one could have seen me since I was miles away from any civilization. Plus, whenever I was even close to a soul infested town or city, I always made sure not to draw attention to myself. I made it a point to be completely invisible. And I was pretty good at it since, you know, I had two high school years of practice with being invisible.
But being out in the desert was so the wrong place to be if you had monsters, that you didn't even know about, were tracking you. It was just so… open! The only place for me to hide was behind the staghorn cholla I had collapsed next to. But I had to be kidding myself if I thought that the pathetic little plant was going to do me any good.
The one thing-- the only thing-- was to prepare myself for what was going to happen to me. There was no point in running , and I was to weak to try and fight them. I would just have to let them take me.
God! How humiliating! To have to die like this. To just have to give myself up!
I at least had to try. I used every ounce of strength I had left in my body to try and stand up. I pushed off from the baking hot, dirt ground. As I heaved myself up enough to be sitting on my knees, I quickly brushed off the dirt fragments off my palms. Once I finally made it to my feet, I immediately felt an amazing amount of blood rush to my head. I pulled my head from the fuzzy wave that came over me and forced my eyes to concentrate on the approaching jeep.
