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JamiePOV

It had been more than a year since Jared had found Melanie. I was sixteen and had never felt more alone in my life. Ian had Wanda and Kyle had his soul whose name I could never seem to remember, so they were both occupied whenever I wanted to do something with friends. Uncle Jeb wasn't exactly "exciting" to hang out with so instead of hanging our with friends like I wanted too, I threw myself into work here in our small hideout. Raids were no longer that necessary due to having Wanda. She made it easy to get what we needed.

"Kyle! She's fifteen! She can't be a seeker," someone's voice called.

"The body doesn't belong to anyone here, so I don't see why she needs to be kept. Let's get the soul out of her quick. I don't want her to remember anything." That was Kyle. To mean to be Ian, but definite.

"Another soul wouldn't be that bad. It'll make it easier for us. She can go with Wanda on raids." A fifteen year old? That's close to my age. It could work. I ran out to meet them and saw a thin, unconscious girl in Kyle's arms. Melanie was looking at her with sympathy with Jared's arms wrapped around her waist. I rolled my eyes and focused on the girl again.

"Kyle, what the hell? Was violence needed?" I asked. Melanie hit me across the back of my head.

"Watch your language!" she scolded. I shrugged. She looked over at Kyle. "Was it?"

"I don't know. I didn't hit her. She was found like this outside of the entrance to the reserve here. I picked her up. She's really close to death though now, so we should get her to Doc. And fast." Kyle had grown used and more caring to souls after he'd fallen for one. There was a train of people behind them they were anxious to see what the soul knew before they took her out and sent her to a different world. I was included in the long train, which only got longer as we progressed.

Kyle laid her down gently on a cot as Doc walked over to examine her.

"Light, sunburned, starved, and dehydration," he concluded. Wanda nodded and grabbed the appropriate medication for her. They treated her like a piece of glass; delicate, fragile, and breakable with a single motion. I sat on the cot next to her, taking in her features.

Her long brown hair was straight, pulled back into a thick ponytail with some strands of hair hanging loose on both sides. Her skin was dark and scared around her forehead, nose, and chin. Tiny cuts covered her face and long exposed legs. She was innocent looking despite the fact it looked like she had been in several fights before. She definitely wouldn't have given up easily had she been caught. Her lips were chapped and split with dried blood in come of the minor cuts. She was wearing black shorts and a slim-fitting plaid camp shirt. It was a bit see-through with bloodstains here and there. It was gruesome, someone as innocent looking as her could not be hurt like that.

"She's coming around," Doc said. I now looked at her face as her eyes fluttered gently open. They were a deep brown with the faint glow around the black pupil. It was a strange glow however, one I had never seen before. It glowed a blue-ish purple instead of the normal alien glow. Her hands searched for something comforting to hold and instinctively almost I reached out for her. She flinched away from me though, which I internally criticized myself for.

She grabbed onto the sides of the cot and started convulsing wildly. Her head threw itself up and down, as if she was having a seizure. Her body flung itself from left to right. Doc slid a pillow under her head to protect it and waited it out. She calmed down after about five minutes before letting out a scream of terror and turning as still as stone.

"Who are you?" she shrieked.

"We're the human resistance," Uncle Jeb calmly and smoothly replied. I hadn't noticed that he'd successfully ridded the room of all visitors except for me, Doc, Kyle, Wanda, and Ian. Melanie and Jared hung in the entryway, blocking the path from onlookers.

"You're real?" she replied, strangely confused. Doc nodded, introducing each and every one of us.

"And you are?"

"Dawn Star," she responded, sticking her nose up.

"Can you still hear your host?" her eyes widened as she shook her head violently.

"No. No,no. No, no, no. NO!"

"We can make it stop."

"I said no!" We flinched back as her voice boomed, making the room gently shake raindrops of dirt on us.

"How much do you know?" Doc calmly inquired.

"I know that when I get out of here, I reporting you to every seeker in my city. You only want to hurt me! You're going to kill me aren't you? That's what everyone says. I can't trust you humans!"

"You're violent for a soul," Wanda noted.

"Y-You're not human," she stuttered, accentuating the word human like it was the dirtiest word she could think of.

"No, Dawn. I'm not. I live here. I help the humans. They will help you. We're going to take you out of this host and send you to a different world of your choosing."

"No!" she screamed. "I like this world. The emotions, the colors. It's all overwhelming and I would trade it for NOTHING!!! How come you get to stay?" She sobbed. "I'm no different. I want to stay. Besides, I've crushed the host already, just like the seeker wanted me too. I ratted out all her secrets, before I destroyed her. She won't come back," she said, triumphantly. Mel seemed to be on the verge of tears, knowing how being trapped inside with no control really felt.

"We're sorry," Wanda answered with the kindest of sincerity. She approached Doc with medication in her hands, preparing him for the soul to be extracted.

"Wait," I said, finally speaking up. "Give her a week. Watch her, show her around. See if she'll be any help to us. The glow in her eyes can't be normal. She must be special, even in her own world." They looked long and hard at her eyes, watching the color almost circle her pupil like a merry-go-round.

"All right," Jeb accepted. "One week. But the girl, if she's still in there, will be very much at risk."

"Is it a risk we can take?" Jared asked. Jeb nodded toward me.

"Jamie here should decide. He seems to have grown the closest to her in the short amount of time." They all nodded. "Well Jamie?"

"Yes," I nodded. "Let the soul stay. But not in that body. Until we get another host, she stays."

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