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It took me awhile to understand this all. Jeb, the old man, tried to explain it to me. Hey continued to call me "honey" and "sweety". It made me uncomfortable, no one ever called me that. My father didn't even call me that, let alone any of my other relatives. I kept stealing glances at everyone, Kyle, Ian. Kyle and Ian looked a lot alike, they could have been twins, but Kyle was taller and stronger.
I kept peeking at Wanda, I was afraid of her, even though I wanted to hug her. She looked like one of my friends that I would greet with a hug, but she was a soul. She was my enemy.
We where walking through the desert, I made them stop to get my water and my things, which wasn't much. I only had water, and a bag that was filled with alien medicine and a cheap jacket, just in case I got cold.
When Jeb noticed I was peeking at Wanda, he patted her back once.
"This here is Wanda, or Wanderer. She's a good soul, she is. She's helped us out, she couldn't hurt a fly," he grinned at Wanderer, from ear to ear.
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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.
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I didn't get much sleep.
Maybe a couple of hours or so? I woke up, but this time, I was surrounded by people. My first instinct: Seekers! An old man was staring at me in the face, as was a small, blond female with the silver thread behind her eyes. I looked at her first, my face horror struck, my green eyes wide with fear. I couldn't help it: I screamed at the top of my lungs. Before I could finish my scream, a firm hand was pushed against my face, I kicked and hit the blond and the old man. They where not going to take me! Finally, I managed to bite the big hand, the man yelled and pulled his hand back.
I dove to my feet, I stretched up high, I didn't have time to count how many seekers where there. No -- I was not going to let them take me! Even though my legs ached and burned from sleeping, then jumping up automatically, I made them work. I was dizzy, horror struck, but I continued to run.
I only managed a few yards, running as fast as I possibly could, when I heard someone shout a name. It sounded something like "Melanie!" It might have been Miranda, or Melody. I don't know, I didn't have time to ponder at who's name they had called. I...
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