The Seeker
Em
Darkness...
That's all I can say about death. All I can see is pitch blackness. There is no sound, no color, no scent, nothing. You don't feel anything either. I can't feel the physical pain of the wounds I had gotten in the incident. Can't feel the emotional pain of leaving Jamie, my family, or my friends behind. The only thing I can feel is the sensation that I'm floating.
Then everything just explodes in a burst of color and sounds and smells and feelings. It's like all I've done is open my eyes. I look around me and see I'm in a room that is like a pent house. Like a room some business person might stay in while they're on a business trip. It smells like linen and laundry soap and I feel something soft, like freshly washed blankets, underneath me. I can hear the faint hum of an air conditioning vent somewhere through the walls. Even though I don't mean to, I get up. But wait... I'm pretty sure I did NOT tell my legs to move.
As if it's like my body refuses my struggles to go back to sitting on the bed, my legs stand up shakily. Then they start moving to a new room and I find myself in a small bathroom. But where am I? Why would be in a room so luxurious? Why would be in a bathroom, when the cave doesn't even have a decorative lamp?! I try to go back to the other room, but it's like I've lost control of my body. Wait... Why would I be trying to move if I'm dead? Am I dead? Is this what Heaven looks like? Then why can't I move any part of my body?
And I suddenly look to the mirror, although I know I didn't make myself look. It's a full body mirror so it shows my entire body. I look over myself in the mirror, amazed at how I look. I look from my bare feet, to the night gown I wear. It's silvery, like tin foil even though it feels like silk. My eyes follow all the way up my body. I still have the same tall, skinny body that has always been swift and fast. Still have the same slender neck, high cheekbones, small but good sized nose. I look at my eyes...
And I want to scream, cry, punch the mirror and watch it shatter. I even try to do all three things, but my body refuses. Instead I raise my hand, without my commanding it to, and touch my face. I'm still staring at my eyes, because I still can't believe they're mine. They can't be mine, they aren't. But for some reason, I still know that they are mine. They are the same, but have been turned. They still have a light blue and green look that reminds me of ice formed over the sea. But rimmed around pupils, there is a silver ring of iris that is reflective. The kind of silver around the pupils that indicates a soul in a human body.
Luna
As I stand there gazing at my new host body, I still have the feeling. I can't describe what it is exactly, because I don't know. I just know that something is wrong. Then, as though someone has spoken into my ear, I hear a female voice.
"No! I didn't die! How could I not have died!? I'm supposed to be dead!"
I gasp and the reflection of my host body-no, MY body- responds in the mirror. I turn and look around me, but there is nobody around. "Hello?" I call out. And this suddenly makes me shiver, although it is a bit warm here. My host's voice, my voice, was the one I heard earlier. Then the voice responds back to me.
"How dare you!? I hate you! I wish you would all just leave us alone! I wish you would just get out!" The voice sounds as if it's coming from my own mind. And worse of all, the voice is so full of hatred, that I cringe. What does she mean? Who is she? And it's as though the voice read my mind because she answers me.
"I'm the body that you insects poisoned! I'm the one in the mirror! I'm me! You're inside of me!" No... So that means the voice I'm hearing... Is my host's?!
"Y-you're... my... host?" I say in a small voice. I am frightened now. Does that mean the procedure did not go correctly? But my Healer had assured me that everything had gone the way it was supposed to. So why is my host one of the resistant ones? What's happening to myself? How could this be happening?!
"No! I'm the magical fairy princess that's here to make you queen of everything!" At first I puzzle over what she just said. Her voice sounds different, but I can't seem to remember what that tone of voice is called. But then I do remember.
"You are being sarcastic, aren't you?" I say.
"Oh, damn! They don't even know how to detect sarcasm!" I see myself frown in the mirror and tilt my head. "You humans are very confusing." I say under my breathe.
"Well too bad! Oh and just so you know, you're going to be hearing from me for a while now. Cause I ain't as hell leavin. This is MY body NOT YOURS! Got that?!" My eyes widen at her forceful tone then I narrow my eyes. I don't know why, but for some reason I'm feeling courageous against this defective host.
"No," I command. "This is MY body! Not yours! I own this body now! And you will leave me alone or else-" but I'm interrupted by the sound of my door to my room opening. For some reason I do not know, I feel as though I need to hide this whole situation from whoever is coming. I blink my eyes and pretend to be looking at myself in the mirror.
Next to me, the Seeker I saw before appears. He looks at me and does not say anything for a moment. Finally he says,"We will start the..." He hesitates looking for a word to put. "Meeting," he decides on," in a half hour. I advise you that you get dressed. I will be back to bring you to the meeting place." He starts to leave then turns and looks at me. "Don't worry," he says." You'll get used to your new host body sooner than you think." Then he leaves, closing the door behind him.
I breathe out a sigh. I hadn't realized that I had been holding my breathe. Then I hear my host's voice, which was at first so full of rage and anger. But now it sounds fearful, terrified even. "What does he mean by... meeting?" She whispers.
I smile and relish at how she is so terrified at such a simple word. A small part of me is nagging at me that I should feel sympathy and pity for her but I push it down. She is a human that is resisting the ones that wish to purify this planet. She does not deserve my sympathy or my pity. She deserves whatever punishment there is. Although I still can feel that small part of me telling me that I am wrong, that we aren't saving this world, but destroying it. That we are destroying these humans, without a second thought about helping them.
"The meeting where I will tell about your life. The meeting where I will tell all of your human secrets." I tell her.
And I can feel her gasp, then feel her shivers of anxiety and fear. That part of me is straining to comfort her, to say that I will not spill her secrets, to say I am sorry for making her into this. But a greater part of me is smiling at her, wanting to laugh at her weakness. Because no matter what she does or says, I will NOT help her. I will never, ever help in any way possible.