Animorphs Marco.
The Creation
Chapter 1
My name is Marco. That's all you need to know, oh yeah, that, and the fact that the world is slowly being taken over by a race of parasitic slugs, yeah I can just hear you now "call this kid an ambulance he must have escaped from the mental institution.", okay, I can live with that, you can believe what you want, but it's not my fault if you tell people about it, and some guy comes and drags you into an underground cavern and you get infested too, not that that's ever going to happen, the Yeerks do things much more subtly than that.
Yeerk. Don't bother looking it up in a dictionary, you won't find it, remember the evil parasitic slugs that I told you about earlier? They're the Yeerks, they live in the heads of other living creatures, they enter your head by passing through the ear canal and then they wrap themselves around your brain filling all the creases and nooks and crannies, all those little tiny folds, filled with the Yeerks malleable body, making it impossible to fight, you try to move your hand, but you can't, you try to speak out loud, but you can't, the Yeerk is your master. all you are is a little tiny voice in the back of your mind, whimpering and pleading with the Yeerk to let you go, but of course, that would never happen, as you could then go out telling the world about the Yeerks, although then, a bunch of Yeerk Paramedics would take you away to be re-infested with an even worse Yeerk and the old Yeerk would be destroyed, or they may just decide to kill you, so you just sit back and cry as the Yeerks live your life.
You may say that you wouldn't let yourself be infested, but you don't have much choice when you're being held down by two Hork-Bajir. Hork-Bajir. You won't find that word in any dictionary either, they are a race of walking lawn mowers with deadly blades sticking out at every possible angle. They were once a race of quiet, peace-loving creatures that only used their deadly blades for stripping the bark on trees that they chop up to eat, but now, they are the ideal shock troops for the Yeerks, now every Hork-Bajir has a Yeerk slug in its head, every one, except two, two Hork- Bajir that we saved, our little band of warriors, five kids, me, Jake, Cassie Rachel, Tobias and Ax, each given the power to morph into any animal we can touch, given the power to morph by the dying Andalite prince. Andalites are another species of alien, the good guys. However, one of them has been enslaved by a Yeerk, one of them has stolen the body of an Andalite and the power to morph that goes along with every Andalite, only one, the leader of the Yeerk invasion of Earth, only one, his Andalite name: Alloran-Semitur-Corrass, although he is much better known by his Yeerk name: Visser Three, Visser Three, the one who murdered the dying prince Elfangor who gave us our power, Visser Three, our main enemy.
Anyway, Jake, the fearless leader of our little band, and I were sat at our usual place, looking totally normal, in our last period, Friday Science class, yes on top of all that Animorph stuff we still have to do school. On the front bench, the teacher, Mr. Garson, was droning on about how adding this to that equalled this plus that, Jake and I were zoned out, staring at the black board, which was filled with meaningless chemistry, I turned my head around and I just happened to catch the eye of Melissa Chapman, sitting alone on the back bench in the class, I quickly looked the other way. Why? Well, apart from being the only other really beautiful girl I know, apart from Rachel, she's also the daughter of the school principal, Mr. Chapman, who is, incidentally, an extremely high-ranking controller in the Earth-Yeerk hierarchy.
I raised my watch up to my left eye so that I could watch the reflection in it and spy on Melissa without her noticing. She was still watching me, maybe she was just staring off into space just like as most of the class, or maybe she was actually staring at me, I shuddered, a cold feeling swept over me, I watched her as she wrote something on a piece of paper, nudged the girl on the bench just in front of hers and handed her the piece of paper, this carried on until the paper got to mine and Jake's desk, it was actually handed to me by Cassie, I took it as secretly as I could, I tried to unfold it, while watching Mr. Garson, but I guess teachers are trained to see this kind of thing.
"Marco what is that?" He asked. I was stumped on that one.
"Um, notes on what you've been saying." I said lamely.
"Well, if that's right, you'll be able to tell me what I've just said, come on."
"Um..." I tried to stall it, was the bell going to ring any time soon? I looked at the clock on the wall 20 minutes left yet, I was dead.
Metal plus base equals salt plus water Tobias' private thought speak voice said in my head, he must've been outside, Tobias is trapped as a red tailed hawk, he broke the number one rule of morphing, never stay in morph for over two hours, or else you stay forever, now Tobias eats, lives and hunts as a hawk, he did regain his power to morph, thanks to the Ellimist, one of an all powerful race of creatures capable of just about anything, but he is still a hawk.
I would have to thank him for saving my life later.
"Metal plus base equals salt plus water." I said, hopefully. Mr. Garson looked genuinely shocked that I answered correctly.
"Well, Marco, it seems that you actually can take notice and look uninterested at the same time, you should be proud, not many people can do that."
I thanked Mother Nature for making hawks have excellent hearing, I also thanked Tobias that he just happened to be outside at that precise moment in time.
Mr. Garson droned on some more about absolutely nothing and I feigned looking interested as I was actually trying to decide whether or not I believed in luck.
The bell rang, everyone crammed into the hallway.
I got up and followed Jake out the door and into the crowded hallway.
"So, what did that note say? Jake asked suspiciously.
I suddenly remembered about it, how could I have forgotten about that?
"Actually, I haven't read it." I admitted.
I searched in my pockets for it, did I...?
"Oh man,"
"What" Jake asked.
"I left the note on the desk, back in the Science class."
I raced back up the stairs towards the Science block, what was I going to tell Mr. Garson? I'd think of something, I got to the door and tried the handle, nothing, it was locked, or maybe it was just stiff, I rammed it with my shoulder, nope, it was locked.
Jake jogged up the stairs and met me at the top.
"The door's locked, I can't get in." I explained.
Jake heard me and mumbled something and then was looking in the other direction, I peered through the glass window in the door, I could see the note on the desk.
An idea struck me, I crouched down and stared at the gap under the door, there might be enough room for a fly to get through it....
The Creation
Chapter 1
My name is Marco. That's all you need to know, oh yeah, that, and the fact that the world is slowly being taken over by a race of parasitic slugs, yeah I can just hear you now "call this kid an ambulance he must have escaped from the mental institution.", okay, I can live with that, you can believe what you want, but it's not my fault if you tell people about it, and some guy comes and drags you into an underground cavern and you get infested too, not that that's ever going to happen, the Yeerks do things much more subtly than that.
Yeerk. Don't bother looking it up in a dictionary, you won't find it, remember the evil parasitic slugs that I told you about earlier? They're the Yeerks, they live in the heads of other living creatures, they enter your head by passing through the ear canal and then they wrap themselves around your brain filling all the creases and nooks and crannies, all those little tiny folds, filled with the Yeerks malleable body, making it impossible to fight, you try to move your hand, but you can't, you try to speak out loud, but you can't, the Yeerk is your master. all you are is a little tiny voice in the back of your mind, whimpering and pleading with the Yeerk to let you go, but of course, that would never happen, as you could then go out telling the world about the Yeerks, although then, a bunch of Yeerk Paramedics would take you away to be re-infested with an even worse Yeerk and the old Yeerk would be destroyed, or they may just decide to kill you, so you just sit back and cry as the Yeerks live your life.
You may say that you wouldn't let yourself be infested, but you don't have much choice when you're being held down by two Hork-Bajir. Hork-Bajir. You won't find that word in any dictionary either, they are a race of walking lawn mowers with deadly blades sticking out at every possible angle. They were once a race of quiet, peace-loving creatures that only used their deadly blades for stripping the bark on trees that they chop up to eat, but now, they are the ideal shock troops for the Yeerks, now every Hork-Bajir has a Yeerk slug in its head, every one, except two, two Hork- Bajir that we saved, our little band of warriors, five kids, me, Jake, Cassie Rachel, Tobias and Ax, each given the power to morph into any animal we can touch, given the power to morph by the dying Andalite prince. Andalites are another species of alien, the good guys. However, one of them has been enslaved by a Yeerk, one of them has stolen the body of an Andalite and the power to morph that goes along with every Andalite, only one, the leader of the Yeerk invasion of Earth, only one, his Andalite name: Alloran-Semitur-Corrass, although he is much better known by his Yeerk name: Visser Three, Visser Three, the one who murdered the dying prince Elfangor who gave us our power, Visser Three, our main enemy.
Anyway, Jake, the fearless leader of our little band, and I were sat at our usual place, looking totally normal, in our last period, Friday Science class, yes on top of all that Animorph stuff we still have to do school. On the front bench, the teacher, Mr. Garson, was droning on about how adding this to that equalled this plus that, Jake and I were zoned out, staring at the black board, which was filled with meaningless chemistry, I turned my head around and I just happened to catch the eye of Melissa Chapman, sitting alone on the back bench in the class, I quickly looked the other way. Why? Well, apart from being the only other really beautiful girl I know, apart from Rachel, she's also the daughter of the school principal, Mr. Chapman, who is, incidentally, an extremely high-ranking controller in the Earth-Yeerk hierarchy.
I raised my watch up to my left eye so that I could watch the reflection in it and spy on Melissa without her noticing. She was still watching me, maybe she was just staring off into space just like as most of the class, or maybe she was actually staring at me, I shuddered, a cold feeling swept over me, I watched her as she wrote something on a piece of paper, nudged the girl on the bench just in front of hers and handed her the piece of paper, this carried on until the paper got to mine and Jake's desk, it was actually handed to me by Cassie, I took it as secretly as I could, I tried to unfold it, while watching Mr. Garson, but I guess teachers are trained to see this kind of thing.
"Marco what is that?" He asked. I was stumped on that one.
"Um, notes on what you've been saying." I said lamely.
"Well, if that's right, you'll be able to tell me what I've just said, come on."
"Um..." I tried to stall it, was the bell going to ring any time soon? I looked at the clock on the wall 20 minutes left yet, I was dead.
Metal plus base equals salt plus water Tobias' private thought speak voice said in my head, he must've been outside, Tobias is trapped as a red tailed hawk, he broke the number one rule of morphing, never stay in morph for over two hours, or else you stay forever, now Tobias eats, lives and hunts as a hawk, he did regain his power to morph, thanks to the Ellimist, one of an all powerful race of creatures capable of just about anything, but he is still a hawk.
I would have to thank him for saving my life later.
"Metal plus base equals salt plus water." I said, hopefully. Mr. Garson looked genuinely shocked that I answered correctly.
"Well, Marco, it seems that you actually can take notice and look uninterested at the same time, you should be proud, not many people can do that."
I thanked Mother Nature for making hawks have excellent hearing, I also thanked Tobias that he just happened to be outside at that precise moment in time.
Mr. Garson droned on some more about absolutely nothing and I feigned looking interested as I was actually trying to decide whether or not I believed in luck.
The bell rang, everyone crammed into the hallway.
I got up and followed Jake out the door and into the crowded hallway.
"So, what did that note say? Jake asked suspiciously.
I suddenly remembered about it, how could I have forgotten about that?
"Actually, I haven't read it." I admitted.
I searched in my pockets for it, did I...?
"Oh man,"
"What" Jake asked.
"I left the note on the desk, back in the Science class."
I raced back up the stairs towards the Science block, what was I going to tell Mr. Garson? I'd think of something, I got to the door and tried the handle, nothing, it was locked, or maybe it was just stiff, I rammed it with my shoulder, nope, it was locked.
Jake jogged up the stairs and met me at the top.
"The door's locked, I can't get in." I explained.
Jake heard me and mumbled something and then was looking in the other direction, I peered through the glass window in the door, I could see the note on the desk.
An idea struck me, I crouched down and stared at the gap under the door, there might be enough room for a fly to get through it....