Strong hands helped me to my feet, but I punched the guy in the face. He wasn't expecting it, of course. I punched his left cheek once I was standing -- still coughing -- I didn't look at any of the parasites that where about to abduct me. The guy who I had punched in the face chuckled.
He laughed at me.
"Well, this one sure isn't a soul."
What did he mean by that? Of course I wasn't a soul! Where these things trying to trick me? I could feel rage burning through me. Finally, I straightened my back, and prepared to run. Before I could take off, someone noticed it right away, and pulled me back. It was that girl again, the one who had jumped on me.
"Melanie, be careful, you don't want to hurt her," it was that childish voice again. I looked up at the blond, who had a worry expression on her face. She was a soul! She had the silver behind her eyes, I could see it. I backed up, hoping that I could get away from this group as soon as possible. Someone caught me before I could run, this time holding my arms down by my stomach, his arms wrapped around my stomach.
"I'm not going to let you put one of those things in me!" I screeched, my voice hoarse from the sand. I kicked the man who was holding me, but he was a lot taller than me. Which meant he was tall. That last time I checked, I was six feet two inches, but my feet weren't touching the sand. This made me panic more, so I continued to kick. I could hear him grunt every now and then.
"Wanda, honey, I think your scaring her," the old man with the wrinkled face place his arms around the soul. I stared at him in disbelief. Where was the silver behind his eyes? I gaped at the man, searching his faded blue eyes. Then, I looked at the man I had punched, who was holding the left side of his face. He didn't have any silver in his eyes, either. I then looked at the girl who was attached to his waste, she looked warn out, she was the one chasing me. No silver danced in her hazel eyes, I went through everyone's eyes. But, I stopped on the souls. Had he called her Wanda?
"What . . . who are you?" I finally choked, looking at everyone. Where the humans? Excluding Wanda, of course.
"We're humans, just like you," the man who I had punched said. I couldn't believe it! Maybe there still was some hope, there was about eight people here. Seven! I counted them again and again, waiting for them to float into a mirage or something. The arms binding me to my stomach where real, unfortunately.
"Kyle, you can let her go now." The one who had chased me stated, pointing a finger at him. Kyle, the one who was keeping me from running, grunted once, but didn't drop me.
"You won't run off?" He asked in a gruff voice. I shook my head quickly, this was just too amazing. He let me go, I fell to my feet. I stood up straight, this time looking all around me.
"I'm Jeb," the old man with the blue eyes introduced himself. "This is Wanda," he pointed to the soul, I looked away from her then over to the male standing next to her. "Ian, Jared, Melanie, Brandt and Kyle." He pointed everyone out. "What's your name, honey?" He asked me, sweetly. I gave a small smile at the group.
"Shay."
He laughed at me.
"Well, this one sure isn't a soul."
What did he mean by that? Of course I wasn't a soul! Where these things trying to trick me? I could feel rage burning through me. Finally, I straightened my back, and prepared to run. Before I could take off, someone noticed it right away, and pulled me back. It was that girl again, the one who had jumped on me.
"Melanie, be careful, you don't want to hurt her," it was that childish voice again. I looked up at the blond, who had a worry expression on her face. She was a soul! She had the silver behind her eyes, I could see it. I backed up, hoping that I could get away from this group as soon as possible. Someone caught me before I could run, this time holding my arms down by my stomach, his arms wrapped around my stomach.
"I'm not going to let you put one of those things in me!" I screeched, my voice hoarse from the sand. I kicked the man who was holding me, but he was a lot taller than me. Which meant he was tall. That last time I checked, I was six feet two inches, but my feet weren't touching the sand. This made me panic more, so I continued to kick. I could hear him grunt every now and then.
"Wanda, honey, I think your scaring her," the old man with the wrinkled face place his arms around the soul. I stared at him in disbelief. Where was the silver behind his eyes? I gaped at the man, searching his faded blue eyes. Then, I looked at the man I had punched, who was holding the left side of his face. He didn't have any silver in his eyes, either. I then looked at the girl who was attached to his waste, she looked warn out, she was the one chasing me. No silver danced in her hazel eyes, I went through everyone's eyes. But, I stopped on the souls. Had he called her Wanda?
"What . . . who are you?" I finally choked, looking at everyone. Where the humans? Excluding Wanda, of course.
"We're humans, just like you," the man who I had punched said. I couldn't believe it! Maybe there still was some hope, there was about eight people here. Seven! I counted them again and again, waiting for them to float into a mirage or something. The arms binding me to my stomach where real, unfortunately.
"Kyle, you can let her go now." The one who had chased me stated, pointing a finger at him. Kyle, the one who was keeping me from running, grunted once, but didn't drop me.
"You won't run off?" He asked in a gruff voice. I shook my head quickly, this was just too amazing. He let me go, I fell to my feet. I stood up straight, this time looking all around me.
"I'm Jeb," the old man with the blue eyes introduced himself. "This is Wanda," he pointed to the soul, I looked away from her then over to the male standing next to her. "Ian, Jared, Melanie, Brandt and Kyle." He pointed everyone out. "What's your name, honey?" He asked me, sweetly. I gave a small smile at the group.
"Shay."
In some ways its icky for me to say that I like Ian because I have a cousin named Ian so I tried not to like Ian from the Host by secretly dissing him. For example "Too clingy! To lovestruck! GET A LIFE!" Sorry people who like Ian. After a while I started liking Ian and so it was all cool and I didnt diss him much anymore. I still like Jared more in some ways but in others Ian from The Host is my kind of man. But even though he is like perfect he still doesnt make it into my fishnet. My fishnet is only wide enough for Jasper, Seth, Emmett and Jared. Maybe Ian from The Host will find his way through but until then I am unaware.
Go Ian and Jared people!!! I hate picking more then one so picking both is so like me! :-)
WOOOT!
Go Ian and Jared people!!! I hate picking more then one so picking both is so like me! :-)
WOOOT!