15 CHAPTER 14

Six months before the birth of Reed…

The number 5 is a glyph, conjectured to be the only odd untouchable number, and if this is the case then five will be the only odd prime number that is not the base of an aliquot tree. The number symbolizes curiosity, freedom, change, and represents the five senses of humanity.

5 is the pivotal point between the numbers 1 to 9, and represents a variety of experiences through its developed senses, and offers many opportunities for choices and decisions for the future.

There is constant activity and curiosity about life for the 5 variations, it's also extremely independent in mind and soul.

Number 5 is an adventurer and a risk-taker who has a hard time staying in one place, in one job, in one house, or one relationship. Change is an absolute necessity, and yet 5 is surprisingly loyal to a fault.

Only, when it comes to the supernatural task force, the number 5 speaks of power, providence, future leaders and destiny makers for the council. It also speaks of potential breeders, meaning this number has just made me a prime target for all males with a d**k and a drive to reproduce.

As if I need to go through this shit all over again.

The number 5 is branded on my wrist with an electric blue circle drawn around the number like a curse. A branded mark that signifies my higher standing among supernatural's all over the world, it's too bad that two months ago my host had her coming-of-age ceremony before the coma.

At least, that would have bought me some time before I became identified as a supernatural with golden blood. A rare species popularly known to be part of the 100%.

While other girls might be excited about this, I can't help but want to cut my arm off in anger.

I already have enough problems. In six months I have to try my hardest to get the drug my host's needs before her cravings for bloodlust hits, I have to get a lead on my mission, and then find a strong enough witch with the ability to extract a soul out of a living being.

Sorcha, the irritating dickhead lied and kept a very unbelievable secret from me.

The transmigration change I'd done was defective for a long period of two whole years thanks to the slippery fingers of an idiotic siren, he let the soul trapper shatter after the switch and like any greedy being wanting to survive, the soul of my host went back into her body.

Meaning, she's not dead, her soul is merely trapped within her body by a spell.

For two years while I was caged away in darkness completely unaware of what was happening, my host had been living her life without any knowledge of the danger she was in.

Sorcha explained to me that it took him two years of appealing to that bitch, Aludra, to create a spell that would help me switch places with my host's soul and put me in control.

Unfortunately, my host's soul seems stronger than we expected. Now and then, she finds a way to break through her cage whenever I let down my guard or lose consciousness.

Our souls have been trapped within the same space for so long that it's taking its toll on her body, I'm constantly assaulted by the memories of my host from her childhood to the moment she died, feeling everything she felt in those moments.

Two souls can't exist within the same body, it's like two electromagnetic forces repelling each other within the same space.

And because our bodies are merely flesh and bone, the back and forth exchange is causing my host's body not just organ failure but a brain tumour.

Meaning, we have just three months left to live before her body shuts down. Now I need to get another soul trapper which is impossible in times of this century, and a powerful witch who can extract souls.

Shaking off my thoughts, I stare at the reflection facing me in the bathroom mirror above the sink of my appointed room, if I didn't know better, I'd say my host and I are identical twins.

The alarming fact that physically, we look alike was one of the reasons for my spontaneous decisions in choosing her as a host, after all my target was a completely different girl.

My host is 5feet 10inchs in height with silver hair up in a bun, her round face and porcelain skin is the only thing of contrast between the two of us because my real body is dark-skinned.

Captivating amethyst eyes stared back at me wearily, her skin looking a little too pale for my liking.

After that shocking revelation by Warrior Ramirez yesterday, outrageous and angry protest rang out from the crowd of teenagers when the female revealed that in the next coming days a law will be passed across the states where the supernatural task force will have to work side by side with humans in other to build a stronger workforce in protecting the earth.

Though the world has turned to shit and everything is pretty much out in the open, humans and supernatural's can't seem to ever find a way to work together and there are still some feelings of disdain between both kinds.

But ever since things have started getting out of hand, no one has the time to think about what lays in what's blood.

After hearing about the possible new law, some idiot thought it would be just grand to climb up the stage and try to tackle the Senior Elite Warrior, but the blonde guy to her right appeared in front of her protectively and grabbed him by the neck, tossing him into the air as if he weighed nothing.