The Host (The Host 1)

Chapter 2: Overheard

The voices were soft and close and, though I was only now aware of them, apparently in the middle of a murmured conversation.

"I'm afraid it's too much for her," one said. The voice was soft but deep, male. "Too much for anyone. Such violence!" The tone spoke of revulsion.

"She screamed only once," said a higher, reedy, female voice, pointing this out with a hint of glee, as if

she were winning an argument.

"I know," the man admitted. "She is very strong. Others have had much more trauma, with much less cause. "

"I'm sure she'll be fine, just as I told you. "

"Maybe you missed your Calling. " There was an edge to the man's voice. Sarcasm, my memory named it. "Perhaps you were meant to be a Healer, like me. "

The woman made a sound of amusement. Laughter. "I doubt that. We Seekers prefer a different sort of diagnosis. "

My body knew this word, this title:Seeker. It sent a shudder of fear down my spine. A leftover reaction.

"I sometimes wonder if the infection of humanity touches those in your profession," the man mused, his voice still sour with annoyance. "Violence is part of your life choice. Does enough of your body's native temperament linger to give you enjoyment of the horror?"

I was surprised at his accusation, at his tone. This discussion was almost like?? an argument. Something my host was familiar with but that I'd never experienced.

The woman was defensive. "We do not choose violence. We face it when we must. And it's a good thing for the rest of you that some of us are strong enough for the unpleasantness. Your peace would be shattered without our work. "

"Once upon a time. Your vocation will soon be obsolete, I think. "

"The error of that statement lies on the bed there. "

"One human girl, alone and unarmed! Yes, quite a threat to our peace. "

The woman breathed out heavily. A sigh. "But where did she come from? How did she appear in the middle of Chicago, a city long since civilized, hundreds of miles from any trace of rebel activity? Did she manage it alone?"

She listed the questions without seeming to seek an answer, as if she had already voiced them many times.

"That's your problem, not mine," the man said. "My job is to help this soul adapt herself to her new host without unnecessary pain or trauma. And you are here to interfere with my job. "

Still slowly surfacing, acclimating myself to this new world of senses, I understood only now that I was the subject of the conversation. I was the soul they spoke of. It was a new connotation to the word, a word that had meant many other things to my host. On every planet we took a different name. Soul. I suppose it was an apt description. The unseen force that guides the body.

"The answers to my questions matter as much as your responsibilities to the soul. "

"That's debatable. "

There was the sound of movement, and her voice was suddenly a whisper. "When will she become responsive? The sedation must be about to wear off. "

"When she's ready. Leave her be. She deserves to handle the situation however she finds most comfortable. Imagine the shock of her awakening??inside a rebel host injured to the point of death in the escape attempt! No one should have to endure such trauma in times of peace!" His voice rose with the increase of emotion.

"She is strong. " The woman's tone was reassuring now. "See how well she did with the first memory, the worst memory. Whatever she expected, she handled this. "

"Why should she have to?" the man muttered, but he didn't seem to expect an answer.

"Needbeing your word. I would choose the termwant. "

"Then someone must take on the unpleasantness," she continued as if he had not interrupted. "And I think, from all I know of this one, she would accept the challenge if there had been any way to ask her. What do you call her?"

The man didn't speak for a long moment. The woman waited.

"Wanderer," he finally and unwillingly answered.

"Fitting," she said. "I don't have any official statistics, but she has to be one of the very few, if not the only one, who has wandered so far. Yes,Wanderer will suit her well until she chooses a new name for herself. "

He said nothing.

"Of course, she may assume the host's name. ?? We found no matches on record for the fingerprints or retinal scan. I can't tell you what that name was. "

"She won't take the human name," the man muttered.

Her response was conciliatory. "Everyone finds comfort their own way. "

"This Wanderer will need more comfort than most, thanks to your style of Seeking. "

There were sharp sounds??footsteps, staccato against a hard floor. When she spoke again, the woman's voice was across the room from the man.

"You would have reacted poorly to the early days of this occupation," she said.

"Perhaps you react poorly to peace. "

The woman laughed, but the sound was false??there was no real amusement. My mind seemed well adapted to inferring the true meanings from tones and inflections.