The New Host

I. Insanity

       "Tell me what it is that you can do Ms. Slay", he said. Sweat rolled down his face, and intimidation radiated from everywhere else. How was I supposed to answer this question?! I don't even know what it is that I can do!

       I glanced at his name tag. Stryker. "I don't know exactly what it is, Mr. Stryker. I don't know how to describe it", I replied.  Judging from the agitated look on his face, he wasn't satisfied with my answer. He whispered something to the man next to him, who handed him a small handgun. I thrashed around in my handcuffs, trying to get lose. "You're not going to get lose", he reminded me. "Now I'm going to ask you for the FINAL time... WHAT IS YOUR ABILITY", he shouted in my face. I sat practically paralyzed in my seat. Tears started to stream down my face as I tried to describe my powers to this ruthless man. He cocked the gun, and pointed the gun at my head. Before he could pull the trigger, I felt an excruciating pain in my head. He pulled the trigger, and before the bullet touched my forehead I blacked out.

       I woke up in an ocean  of my sweat. I've been having dreams lately, but every night they get more vivid. I don't know why, but it's like precognition. It's like I'm warning myself that something bad is going to happen. I get out of my bed, and put the sheets in a pile in the corner, by the door. As I walk out, I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I've never been so full of myself to fall into the clutches of vanity, but I do know that I look good. Most may say that I look plain, but they are wrong. I stare into my own eyes, and watch the swirl of colors. My eyes literally change colors. The doctors have no idea what it is, and they say that they've never seen anything like it, but my rainbow eyes stand out among my caramel colored skin, and my wavy brown hair. 

       I go to the bathroom, and get on with my usual morning routine. For the day, I choose a simple black T-shirt, blue jeans, and all black Jordan 9's. As I walked out of the house, I thought I saw a shadow, but it must have simply been a trick of the light. Of all people, I know that light is a mysterious force.

       I don't know why, but I keep getting this feeling of dread. No matter how much I try to subdue it, or how much I try to concentrate on something else, it just stands out. "Keep your hand down, my precious child, things will take a turn for the best", said a voice in my head. "Oh great, now I'm hearing voices", I thought to myself. I once again tried to subdue everything going on in my head, but I once thrown off when I heard the voice again. This time it was clearer, and I could tell it was not mine. "I am not you, nor you me. But when the time is right, you will become me.", it said. I wanted to drill my head open. I yelled in my mind for whatever that thing was to get out of my head, but there was no reply. I realized that if I wanted to show up as early as I usually did, I needed to leave now. So I went into the garage, and hopped onto my simple motorcycle, and sped my way to school.