There won't be a Tomorrow for you.

The fire was getting dangerously close. All it could do was change hosts and run. It had no time to take complete control, but that was just a matter of time.

That is when it heard a laugh. Its thoughts were getting messed up, yet it felt some sort of joy. Of course, it wasn't his.

What could possibly make this human laugh now?

It was curious. Out of all the humans it had seen, none were quite that stubborn and unlucky.

Just why is he like this?

That is when it noticed the body it was controlling was terribly weakened, just as it was about to assess the situation, it felt a foreign substance reach its main body.

What is this?

Guess, you idiot.

What have you done? Why does my body feel intoxicated?

It could not comprehend. The creature, coming from a race that would take the body of others to keep on living, could not ever think about someone ending their life on purpose.

Its thoughts were convoluted, it knew what was going on, but it could not think straight anymore.

Why would you do something like that? I can't travel back to a point where we were safe. Maybe you are not an intelligent being like the others?

Maybe I am more intelligent than the rest? Or maybe you are the stupid one for obsessing so much over a single individual?

Obsessing? Why? What is the reason? How could someone willingly do something bad to themselves? What kind of logic is that? Why does this intrigue me? Why did I follow him? Why did I treat him differently?

I want to know. I wanted to know. I know. I understand it. I hate it. I love it. It is over. I have a mission. I have to take revenge. I have to finish the experiment. I have to...kill...destroy...protect...hate...die...survive.

Their thoughts were becoming one. There was no individual left between those two. They were the same, yet different. Their contradicting views, their hate, and their goals could not come together.

It couldn't take it anymore. It wanted to leave the body.

...

It left the body, but there was nothing it could do anymore. Death was a given.

Yet, it did not fear death. The regret it had was not related to dying, being defeated, or taking the species down with it. Surprisingly, its dying thoughts were not even related to the experiment it could not bring to a satisfactory end.

I wish I could have studied you. I wish I could understand where you went wrong. What made you so empty that not even life feels worth living?

In those short 30 minutes, it experienced how it felt to be the hero. It hated it. But it was right to be curious about it. It truly would have been the research of a lifetime.

Hero...Where did I pick this impression of you from?...