Short Stories and Failed Books (Requests Open)

the chosen

"May I see your wrist?"

"Sure, why?"

I grab her wrist, examining the mark that looks exactly like mine

"Your one of the chosen."

"What?"

"You are marked, he chose you,"

"Oh.. yeah.. any advice from a survivor?"

"My advice? Leave."

"What?"

"Your friends,"

I gesture my head to the two camera men near us

"They are marked too, correct?"

"Yes, so what?"

I lower my voice, so the two boys cant hear me

"One of them, usally the first one marked, is the host. When he thinks its best he will possess the host, making him kill the other marked ones. So leave. He might be able to folllw you, but he wont possess more than one host in a short period of time."

"So, your asking me to leave my friends?"

I raise my voice once more, so the men in the room can hear me once again.

"Im not asking you to do anything, im simply giving you advice. It helped me survive, though I did go through a nightmare even without a host, you have a better chance of survival if you do as I say."

"Wow.. okay, thanks."

"Just do me a favor?"

"Yeah?"

"Survive."