Title: The End
Author: whatever name I'm using today…
Disclaimer: hmmm, do I own the Animorphs? Well, let's see, if I go back in time and steal the publishing rights….
A/N: my first Animorphs fic… be kind. :D
Summary: The other way the series could have played out.
The End
My name is Jake. I am the last Animorph. And this is the end.
The resistance had failed.
Really, did we think that 6 kids could win against an entire Empire? Alone? Yeah, I guess we had. And we had lost. Badly.
The Yeerks have taken Earth. They have taken over my planet and everything on it, including about 6 and a half billion people and enough natural resources to build thousands of interstellar ships. They have taken everything. Everyone.
Well, almost everyone. There are still some people that fight. But they are being hunted, and the Yeerks will crush them and any others that might rise against them soon.
There had been a war. At the end, at least. Once the Yeerks had decided to hell with infiltration and went straight to the all out invasion, we had begun to lose, and the Yeerks had begun to win. Really win. And now I am one of the few remaining free Humans. But not for long.
In the beginning, all we were trying to do was hold off the Yeerks until the Andalites arrived and saved us.
We were fools.
The Andalites came to destroy us, too. Only they wanted to cauterize Earth. Make an example. Wipe out all the Yeerks in one fell swoop. Who cares about that small, primitive species that got in the way? What were they called? No matter. Anyway, the Andalites wanted to kill us off too, only the Yeerks were adamant that we survive. And so the Yeerks grew stronger, and more powerful. And when the Andalite fleet came to destroy all who walked on Earth, the Yeerks decimated them. The ones who died in battle were the lucky ones. The rest became Controllers.
The Andalite culture is gone now, too.
Tobias was the first to fall. He was taken, captured, in a raid against the Yeerks. Alive. He too became a Controller. During our doomed rescue attempt, he and Rachel came face to face. She had hoped all throughout it that we could save him. I knew better. The Yeerk in Tobias' head knew it, too. So he came to her, to fight her. And so they fought. The Yeerk was trying to cause as much pain as possible, spouting off harsh truths as they fought. But even with all of Tobias' memories, the Yeerk had underestimated Rachel. Had underestimated her strength, her determination. Her love for him. She would free him, no matter what. And at the end of their final, deadly dance, she knew what had to happen. She knew it. We all knew it.
They killed each other.
And then, weeks later, the final battle came. We all felt it. The four of us, Marco, Cassie, Ax-man and I, we still fought, even though we all knew we wouldn't be able to win. The military had tried to help, but they were no match for the Yeerks. No match for the former Visser Three, promoted to Visser One. They were annihilated. Of the remaining four, only I survived that Last Battle. Visser One made sure of that. But Marco, Ax, and Cassie, sweet Cassie; they went down fighting. I couldn't save them. But at least they won't be turned into Controllers.
We had tried. We really did. We fought, and we sacrificed, and we gave it our best. But it wasn't enough. Not nearly.
And now my head is being shoved into the Pool, Visser One watching me from the side. I feel my ear touch the water. And then I feel something slimy touch my ear.
The Resistance had failed.