A/N: This is my first Fanfic so go easy on me! please R&R! enjoy!

Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own the Host or any of the characters. I do own this junky old laptop...

I pull my auburn hair back into a tight ponytail, fix my shirt, and strap my glock to the inside of my cut offs. Another day with the Souls.

My contacts rest on the bathroom countertop, specially made to look like a soul's eyes. My brother, Dameon, drops something in our hotel room's kitchen. Glass shatters on the floor.

"Shit." He mutters. I laugh and put my contacts in. He is such a klutz. And I love him for it.

I can hear glass being swept across the tile. I walk in to find him bent over, dust pan in hand, cleaning up the shards. Laughing, I ask, "Need some help with that?"

He shakes his head and clears the rest before I can protest. He dumps it in the trashcan. "Ready?" He turns to me, his eyes reflecting under the florescent lights. A ring of silver surrounding his pupil, and his green irises sparkling with excitement.

He always gets excited when we go out, even though it is every day. It was like walking straight into the mouth of the enemy; never fully ready for what they might throw at you.

I open my mouth to speak, then remember something. I hold up a finger for him to wait. "Gimme a sec." I dash back into the bedroom and scoop up my pocket knife from the dresser. I shove it into the pocket on my pants around the knee. Guess that's where the name came from. They just fit so perfectly in your pocket.

I may only be 17, but if you give me any kind of weapon, I know what it is and how to use it to the best of its abilities. I can handle anything, but my glock is my sidekick. Fifteen rounds and a knife handy I could take down a group as large as twenty.

All courtesy of Dameon, of course. He taught me everything I know. Without him, I'd already have a soul in me. Or worse, a seeker.

I shiver at the thought and Dameon notices my discomfort. His arm wraps around my shoulders; gosh he's such a good big brother. I couldn't imagine life without him.

"Ready." I motion towards the door. "Ladies first." Dameon laughs a huge hearty laugh - one I haven't heard in a while - and shoves me towards the door. "It's a good thing you're cute," he pauses, "and my sister."

I smile and walk out into the hallway. Souls mingle and wander the corridor, just souls. No humans, except for Dameon and I, but no one knows that. Just the thought of them sneaking in and taking over our world makes me want to pull out my gun and shoot them all right there.

But I can't do that. It'd blow our cover for sure, so I resist the temptation. I walk towards the elevator, smiling and nodding to the souls who pass me. A bellhop stands at the ready just inside the doors.

"Where to miss?" He asks, gesturing to the buttons with the floor numbers.

"Lobby please." He nods and presses the number 1. The elevator jolts and I jump. I would never forget that day with Mom and Dad. Well, more like their bodies without them in there. I sigh.

I just couldn't forget.