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Chapter Four - Wanderer:

I couldn't believe my own host's ears. Melanie wanted to kill the souls and take back the planet. Hadn't I already given them enough? They have all they need- the ability to bring their loved ones back to them. Couldn't they just let it be? What did you expect them to do? Just give up on their planet? No, I couldn't think like that. It is wrong, what they want. I was reminded of the day when I walked in and saw all the baby souls lying on Doc's table, I don't think I've ever felt more betrayed.

I ran through the caves and found comfort in the oddest of places. Slipping into the tiny crawl space that was once my prison cell, I wrapped my arms around my legs and began to silently weep. Perhaps the seeker had been right- they weren't our kind, these humans were harsh, violent, and had no problem with getting their hands dirty in the process of obtaining what they want. Then I thought of Ian which only made me weep more. It was selfish of us souls to go about things like this. We needed hosts, but these ones were someone's mother, father, sister, brother, child, wife, or husband. They were loved and their absence would be mourned. No emotions of hosts had ever felt this strong. Whether I would admit it or not, it was a form of murder. I thought of how Ian had his parents taken away, maybe he even had a girlfriend who was taken away too. Who knew? He didn't like to talk about his past much at all.

Then, as if he had heard my thoughts about him, Ian appeared. When he saw I was crying he quickened his pace and pulled me out, seemingly inspecting every inch of my body, making sure I wasn't hurt, before finally deciding it wasn't an external hurt.

"What's wrong?" he asked, worry traced in the sapphire rings of his eyes. I decided it wouldn't be smart to tell Ian of what Melanie and I had been thinking. What Melanie was thinking. I shook my head and sobered up quickly from my tears.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong. I'm fine."

"Wanda," he urged, using his slim and careful fingers to delicately wipe the tears away from under my eyes. I hesitated, staring off into a random cave wall, trying to form coherent words.

"Melanie wants to fight the souls. She wants to form a human rebellion." I said, staring into Ian's eyes, watching him process this information. With one look I knew he could see the fear and desperation swimming in my own eyes through the form of tears. I resent how easily this host cries I thought silently. Ian stared off into the distance while absorbing what I had said, I could practically see the gears in his head turning. He looked down at me, taking my face in his hands, and brushed a loose strand of hair back.

"Whatever you want to do, just know that I support you." he said with complete sincerity.

"Stop being so selfless! You have right to be angry! Not only did we take your loved ones away, but we use their bodies as puppets! We're awful, we're hypocrites, we think we are so kind and sophisticated... no. We are just lying to ourselves."

"Wanda, stop. You don't really believe all that." he murmured, trying to soothe me. "What the souls said was true. It is a wonder how we managed to survive this long. You don't even know our whole history... mankind has been fighting since the very beginning. You have been lucky with the humans you've met, and that's saying alot since you know Kyle." Ian said with a grin and I couldn't help but giggle. No matter what was wrong, it was like Ian had some special ability over me that could make me feel incredibly happy and special. I guess that's just love.

"I just... I know why they want this. It is justified. I feel empathy. I want to help. But these are my people... I can't help but feel as if I'm betraying them." I started, fending off the strange swirl of emotions in my body.

"Hey. You're not the only one. Remember the other soul you met?" he said, gently nudging me. Burns Living Flowers, I remembered. What would he do in my situation? Had he also showed the humans how to extract a soul?

"Burns Living Flowers. I wonder what he would do." I whispered aloud, staring into the distance and biting my lip.

"Wanda, I can't lose you. If you aren't okay with this we can leave. We can do anything you want. You're all I need in my life. You are the sole reason for my existence."

I couldn't help but smile at his play on words, which was returned by him. Then he leaned down and kissed me, in a completely non-platonic way, full of meaning and promise. Oh, Ian, what did I ever do to deserve you?

At some point we had to go back and even though it felt like after hours of Ian holding me, I knew it had just been about twenty minutes. I sniffled to suck in the congestion I got from my tears and noticed how the sleeve of Ian's shirt was soaked with my tears. I gave a small apologetic smile.

"Sorry."

Ian shook his head with a smirk of his own and kissed the top of my head as we walked back to the main cave. I was overly aware of his strong slender fingers enlaced with my tiny nimble ones. I saw Melanie and Jared arguing in the corner, while Jared was adjusting the mirrors in the cave. They were fighting in a hushed whisper, even though they were the only ones in the large area, so I assumed I knew exactly what they were talking about. They stopped and stared once they noticed us. Melanie ran straight up to me.

"Wanda, I'm sorry. I was an idiot. It was stupid of me-" she started before I cut her off.

"It's okay," I said. "I-I think I know how I feel about it." How was I supposed to voice how I felt? Melanie and Jared weren't exactly the most understanding people... and then I felt Ian's hand squeeze mine and I was reassured once again.

"You've got to understand, how would you guys feel if she asked you to help take over the planet and take the lives of innocent humans?" Ian asked, adding some perspective to the atmosphere.

"They're not innocent, O'Shea! Every single one of them is using a human body for its own purposes. How is that innocence?" Jared growled.

"They don't mean any harm. They truly believe our planet is better off this way." he retorted, releasing my hand and balling his into fists. I saw Melanie step forward in front of Jared, attempting to cool him off, so I grabbed Ian's arm and encouraged him to come back towards me.

"Cool it, guys. We get it. I understand, and I'm sorry, Wanda. We will not speak a single word of this again if you don't want us to." Mel said, being the mature voice of reason even with her unbridled passion for her opinions.

"No. I-I support you guys... I just... There shouldn't have to be bloodshed." I choked out, feeling my chest hurt at the thought being responsible for any more soul or human deaths. Everyone seemed to consider this for a while.

"Maybe there is some reason that can be seen... Maybe you can talk to them Wanda. Get some souls on our side." Ian offered, ever the optimist. I looked down at my feet, trying to weigh the option in my head.

"Maybe."