Something Terrible.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Animorphs, I don't own the Yeerks (as if I'd want to), I don't own the Chee or anything to do wit the Pemalites. All KAA's. I'm just playing, and playing in unauthorized manner.
Chapter One.
My name is Cassie.
Just Cassie. Or not just Cassie, but that's all the name I'm going to give you. To let out any of the rest of it would be dangerous to me. Dangerous to my friends. Dangerous, especially, to the people I'm trying to protect.
Who knows? It might even be dangerous for the entire world for me to tell you my name. Although, right now? Probably not.
My name is Cassie, and I'm in a bad situation.
We were in a battle. Me and my friends, against half a dozen Hork-Bajir.
In case you don't know what a Hork-Bajir looks like: They are seven feet tall and covered with blades.
Of course, we weren't exactly harmless either.
I was a wolf. I could move quickly, silently, my teeth flashing out of the night! I wove between the Hork-Bajir and tore at their legs, their tails.
Jake, on my right, a tiger! A leaping, biting fury!
And, behind me, I glimpsed Ax. Ax in his own, alien Andalite body, his scorpion-like tail snapping again and again.
I was horrified. I did not like this situation. For some reason, I liked it rather less than I usually like battles.
I hated the look in the Hork-Bajirs' dying eyes. Even though I knew they had Yeerks wrapped around their brains, I couldn't help feeling revulsion as I brought about the death of slug and slave.
I felt revulsion at myself.
And so, when Jake yelled, Okay, everyone! Back out! …
I left.
Of course, it was a lot more complicated than that. But the crux of the incident? Is that I walked out of the Animorphs. Walked out of the battle. And, for some reason, walked out of my home.
We'd been fighting in the woods.
I went home, still shaken from the argument. I stared at the wall for a long time. Then I packed a backpack, and went for a walk.
I really, truly meant to come back.