The Host

(A/N- Bold Italic is Carter. Italic is Charler himself.)

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CARTER!!! DON'T!!!" Do I ever listen to what she says? What makes her think that this time will be any diffrent? Still, no matter what she says, I'll never listen. I darted across the room, tackeling her to the ground, the bullet clipping my shoulder blade. I winced in pain, before hitting the ground hard ontop of her small body, hearing her wheeze out the air she had been holding.

"You idiot!" Someone smacked me upside the head, before the building behind us burst into flames.

I looked up and saw my younger sister, Ammi, there with Bryce who was chuckeling. "We better get going- back up should be showing up soon." Bryce snickered, and I threw him a cold glare.

He shut up, trying to hold in his laughter. "Next time, moron, listen to what I say." She said from below me, tenderly touching my bullet wound. I flinched away.

"Next time, don't tell me what to do. Then, I'll listen." Was my smart alek reply.

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What the hell was that? It wasn't one of my lives. Of course not. Never. I had never been called Carter- I had never had a younger sister Ammi or a best friend named Bryce. Who was the girl? I reached to my shoulder, the one that had been shot and came across clean smooth flesh. How? How long ago was that memmory from? I had never blown up a building, or ran away when back up was coming. Who was my host- what was my host?

I opened my eyes, flinching away from the bright flourescent lights, and the white paint on the wall. The smells of chemicals filled my nose, making my eyes water and the sounds of feet on the linolium floor filled my ears. I turned my head to the left, coming face to face with a emotionless face which belonged to a blue eyed blonde haired boy, wearing a white lab coat and holding a clip board. He stared at me, I stared back at him.

Who was this man? Why was he staring at me, like I was a science experiement. He finally smiled, and let out the breath he was holding. Looking over me, he spoke. "It worked." What worked? The sound of more feet filled my ears, and three more people in white lab coats appeared, looking at me with so much observenty, it was odd. I watched them.

"Hello boy. How do you feel?" When I tried to talk, my voice came out in a roar, and I frowned in confusion. "Let's get him some water." One of the white coats left the room in a hurry, and I watched the door shut.

"Do you want to see yourself?" Unable to talk, I nodded, sitting up with the help of the blonde haired man that had been staring at me. There was a mirror across from the hospital bed, and I looked at myself.

Long, nearly shoulder length dark brown hair, which could easily be pulled up into a pony tail. My skin was tan, with a slight sun burn across my nose and cheeks- the eyes. Oh, the eyes. They were a bright, bright lime green, standing out with sky blue specks. I was well built, with broad shoulders, the plain white hanes t-shirt I wore, along with loose fitted blue jeans. I tilted my head, watching as the me in the mirror did the same. I was extremely handsome.

The one that left the room returned, carrying a glass of water, and held it out to me. I reached for it, feeling the smooth glass on my finger tips and the cold liquid run down my throat. I coughed, before sighing. "Thank you." My voice was husky, low. Manly.

"So how do you feel?" The blonde haired guy asked.

"Odd... confused. What's going on? What was that memory?" I asked them, running a hand through my long hair. One of the people in the white lab coats walked around to the other side of the bed, pulling my hair up into a pony tail. I watched her in the mirror as she did so, memorizing as she did it so I could do it on my own.

"You're name is Charler, but your host's name is Carter. Your mission is to figure out who the girl in the vision is- not Ammi or Bryce, the one you can't see. She's destroyed most of our bigger coorperations, and is a great threat to our race. You must find and destroy her. or anyone who you might think IS her." The blonde haired boy said, fiddeling with his thumbs. "Your body will be use to doing somethings, and will keep doing them. You won't be use to them, but you'll do them anyways until you don't even realize you're doing it."

NO!!! NO I WON'T LET YOU HURT HER, OR AMMI OR BRYCE!!! What the hell was that? I turned my head, frowning with confusion, seeing as no one in the room had spoken.

"Mine is fiddeling my thumbs..." He continued.

I'm in this body too, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you away from them!!! I won't allow you to hurt them or anyone for that matter!!!

Who are you?Are you the voice inside my head? A consisous?

No!!! Why are you in MY body!? I'm Carter, the owner of this body! You're the voice inside MY head!!!

So this was Carter. Why was he still here? Usually when the host's body is taken over, the host dies and moves on. Why wasn't he moving on? Why was he still here?

"Charler, are you listening?" The blonde snapped his fingers in front of my face, causing me to jump. I blushed a bright shade of red, not use to the heat on my face. I wasn't use to blushing either- must have been another habbit of Carter's.

"I'm sorry. I spaced out for a moment. What were you saying?"

"I wasn't saying anything. I just wanted you to admit you were spacing out. Do you understand your mission?"

"Yes. Search and destroy." I replied, jumping off the bed, and slipping on the black and white chjeckard Vans. How did I know what to call them? I guess Carter knew what to call them. Slipping on the black leather jacket- Carter must have known what to call them as well, before taking the manila folder in the blonde haired guy's hand, and exiting the room. Inside the folder were two sets of car keys, one belonging to a Hummer H2 SUT and another belonging to a white Range Rover Sport Supercharged. Taking the keys to the Hummer, I got in, started it and drove away 

from the hospital, and onto the dirt paved rode.

You won't hurt my friends or my family!!! I have as much control as you do!

No you don't. I have acess to everything, and soon you and your friends, your family will ,move on and be eleminated. You have no control of your body anymore- it's not even your body. It's mine now.

It won't when you die and move on. Ammi will die eventually, Bryce will die eventually and so will that girl you're so 'madly in love with'. I'm just speeding it up, so shut the fuck up and move the hell on!

Cursing? I never curse. Was it something I adapted from, Carter? Apparently.

See? You're turning into me. Soon enough, I'll be the one calling the shots in this body. You'll be the puppet- I'll be the puppeter.

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