A/N: It's Firebrand1612 coming to you with a brand new story! This time it's Animorphs! This series is something I have had in mind for a few years now, but I hadn't read the complete series then, and I didn't want to write about it without adequate knowledge. But recently I've gotten my hands on the complete collection of books in the series and once I finished reading them, I realized that I had a lot of ideas for the story. Another reason I want to write an Animorphs fanfic is because there aren't a lot of Animorph fanfictions, and the ones that are on this site are actually pretty good, but sadly most of them are discontinued, and only a few them are ever completed. But even if I take some time between updates, I won't abandon this story! Now, I present to you chapter one of The Aberration!

Plot-They were just six kids and an alien, all considered to be children to their respective species. They never asked to be on the front lines of this war against the Yeerks, the alien race bent on enslaving the entire universe. But this was and is an aberration, a mistake, something that was never meant to be, and these unlikely warriors and heroes are going to make sure they do everything within their power to stop it. Which is why they took up the mantle of protectors, and now with the help of the gift they've been given, they might just hold put long enough for help to arrive, or maybe even succeed on their own. This is the Tale of the Animorphs.

Chapter 1: The Inception

Before I get on with this story, I assure that everything I tell you is 110% accurate and truthful.

My name is Montarok, but I don't recall anyone who actively calls me that. Not even my caretaker. They just call me Monty. That's my first name. You might be thinking, what kind of weirdo introduces themselves with only their first name? Well, I have my reasons. Trust me, I really wish from the bottom of my heart that I could just reveal everything to you, my full name, my age, my home address, my school, my hometown. But that would be too risky. After all, I have no idea if you're really one of them.

Now, I have to introduce the threat to you, but please don't go screaming around like a crazy person once you find out. If you do that, then they can find you. Also, don't disregard what I'm telling you as fiction, because I completely assure you that this is real. Failure to acknowledge this may result in the infestation of you, and maybe even your family.

You might become Controllers.

Sometimes, I wonder how I grew from a sweet kid who was so obsessed with school and grades, to a battle hardened warrior. I wonder about that for all of us. After all, we were just normal kids until the day of the fateful encounter.

Even though this happen a while back, for some reason I can still remember that day like it was yesterday. I remember what time I woke up, I what I ate for breakfast, how I missed the bus to school that day and ended up running to school in the rain. I guess when you discover something as dreadful as we did that day, it's permanently implanted in your brain forever.

That day, one of my best friends, Marco (he's one of us) and I were walking through school together that afternoon. We'd just come out of math class, the last class of the day, and Marco was grumbling about how he was sure that the math teacher had it in for him.

"Come on, Marco," I teased. "Stop being such a big baby. Perhaps if you actually took time to study the material, or even just paid attention during class instead of making corny jokes to impress cute girls, our math teacher wouldn't pounce on you all the time."

Marco turned to me. "Easy for you to say. You know, I've always had my suspicions about whether or not you were a robot sent from the future to observe human beings in order to spot our weaknesses. That's the only way any kid our age would actually enjoy coming to school. My only doubt is how you act around – Hey, by the way, are you really one to talk about me trying to impress cute girls? Isn't that what you're always trying to do with Melissa? In fact, here she is right now!" I quickly followed Marco's gaze, and my breath caught in my throat. Standing ahead was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen since I started attending this school. She was small and thin, someone you might look at and automatically come to the conclusion that she was a gymnast. She had mesmerizing pale gray eyes, with beautiful pale blonde hair. She wore a bright yellow blouse with flowers on it, blue jeans, and black and white sneakers. I quickly caught myself and refrained from staring, but by that time Marco already noticed it and a devilish grin found its way onto his face.

Melissa Chapman. Daughter of the assistant principal of our school, and the only girl I've ever had a crush on, although in most cases I would rather cut my own tongue out before admitting it.

"See? You totally have a crush on her. I just don't know why you're too scared to talk to her." Marco commented.

"Come on man. You've seen how much of a fool that I make of myself when I go talk to her. If I recall you teased me for a week the first time I talked to her," Marco's grin grew even wider in remembrance. "I just don't want to embarrass myself any more than I already do by asking her out."

"Dude, all you need to do is relax. Just follow the tips I gave you, and you'll do fine. Besides, Jake's cousin and Cassie tell me that girls are always saying that you're cute, and honestly I really wouldn't mind looking like you do man." Marco was probably referring to my unique hair and eye color. See, I was born with silver hair, which I always keep in a curly hairstyle, and bright amber colored eyes, which people often admire.

"Forget it. Let's just leave." I suggested. Without warning, I suddenly I found myself racing forward, and I quickly put my hand up against a nearby locker to prevent myself from falling on the floor. My heart froze, because standing directly in front of me was Melissa. She hadn't noticed me yet, but it she closed her locker door she would easily be able to see me. I spared a quick glance behind me. Marco was standing where I previously stood with his arm stretched out, informing me that he was indeed the culprit responsible for pushing me. I shot Marco a death glare, but he held up his thumbs in response.

I tried to slowly back away from the locker, taking great care not to make any noise, although any noise I would've made would be drowned out by the sounds of various other activities taking place in the school hallway.

Sadly, my plan failed after two steps as Melissa finished her business in her locker and closed the door, immediately seeing me.

Schist I thought. Marco, I will murder you and feed your remains to my pets.

"Hey Melissa," I said, wearing a huge smile on my face and simultaneously trying to act cool and suave, but hopelessly failing.

Melissa gave a warm smile and I immediately felt my legs turn to jelly. "Hey there, Monty. What's up?"

"Um, nothing much. I'm just meeting up with Jake, Rachel and some of their other friends," I replied.

"Cool. Well, my dad's probably waiting for me, so I guess I'll see you tomorrow," Melissa said as she walked away. I simply watched as she walked away. Something deep down inside me wanted me to call after her and ask her to hand out, but I was way too afraid. Soon she was out of sight, and Marco came to meet me.

Looking back on that day, I laugh to myself and feel embarrassed whenever I think about my behavior. Back then my biggest worries were trying not to make a fool of myself in front of a girl I had a crush on. But later that day I was going to discover that there much more dire things to occupy my time.

"I don't think I've seen a screw up that bad since Mark Fuhrman," Marco commented. "But at least you tried. Give it two months, and we can try again. Now let's go. Jake is probably waiting for us at the arcade." So the two of us made our way to the mall, because there was this really cool place at the mall where they sell comic books and action figures and stuff like that. Normally Jake, Marco and I usually go there to read comic books and just hang out in general, but Marco wanted to have something like a competition between the three of us for bragging rights over the others. Classic Marco.

Anyway, we arrived at the mall at met up with Jake, and you could immediately tell from the look on his face that he was upset about something.

"What's up man?" I asked.

"Yeah, why the horse face? Although, to be honest, I could barely tell the different between this face and your normal expression," Marco joked, earning him a dirty look from Jake.

A moment passed, and Marco's face adopted a look of understanding. "You didn't make the team, did you?" he asked. The look on Jake's face said it all.

See, that's the thing about Marco. He's really sarcastic and a joker most of the time, but he's actually pretty smart and his body is in really good shape. One time we got in a fight, and let me just say Marco is no pushover.

"It's nothing to feel bad about," I said, trying to console Jake.

Jake sighed noisily. "It's just… Tom was a legend on the junior high basketball team, and now he's the main scorer on the high school team. I know most people were expecting me to make the team without breaking a sweat. But that's not the real problem. He's become really distant, and I was hoping that if I could take his former position we'd go back to the way we used to be."

"Don't worry about the team. Talk to Tom about how you feel." I suggested.

"Yeah. I'm sure that it'll all work out," Marco added. Then he grinned. "Now, let's go. I'm ready to claim those bragging rights!"

So we started playing video games, and it became a standoff, which I expected. You see, I'm naturally good at video games, Marco has this uncanny ability to analyze any game he plays and figure out little tricks, but Jake is able to get the most practice out of the three of us, since he's got something similar to a collection of video games at home. After a while, we ran out of quarters, so we decided to finish our competition some other time. Nobody's brought it up since, so either they've forgotten about it or they think our war is much more important. Most likely the second one.

Anyway, as we were on our way out, we ran into Tobias, a friend of Jake's, if you can call him that. A few months ago Jake caught some bullies about to stick Tobias' head down a toilet and Jake made them back off. Since then he started hanging around Jake a lot, although I catch him staring at Rachel whenever she's around, which isn't really unusual since people usually compare her to a supermodel. The weird thing is she stares at him a lot too, so I guess she has a thing for him as well, which means we'll probably have another Jake and Cassie situation on our hands. I told Marco about it once, and he got all bent out of shape about it, wondering what a tough girl like Rachel would see in a wimp like Tobias.

Attraction works in some really weird ways.

"What are you guys up to?" Tobias asked.

"Well, we were playing video games, but we ran out of quarters, so that's done," I replied.

"Certain people tend to forget that SleazeTroll show up right after you cross the Nether Fjord, and then other certain people forget that Telkhines can only be defeated with silver weapons. Ergo, certain people cause all of out quarters to go down the drain." Marco said, all the while gesturing to me and Jake just in case Tobias couldn't figure it out.

"Are you guys taking the shortcut through the construction site?" Tobias inquired.

"Looks like we're gonna have to," I said. "It's probably the only way we can get back home in time to finish our English paper. Not to mention avoiding being grounded. Although I don't think the former really matters to Marco, anyway. He's already concluded that the entire paper is a waste of time." I added the last part jokingly.

"Do you guys mind if I walk home with you?" Tobias asked.

"Why not?" Jake said.

"Maybe we can use him to embarrass Rachel," I muttered to Marco, and with the devilish smile that appeared on his face I knew I had his approval. We headed towards the exit, where we met up with Rachel, Jake's cousin, and Cassie, her best friend.

Rachel is one of the prettiest girls I've ever met. I'm not into her or anything like that, it's just a fact of life. She has long, blond hair, blue eyes and a sort of wholesome look. She's one of those people who are fashion experts, which is why she never looks awkward in her clothes, and she looks like she could be a magazine model. But she's super tough, which is why it's usually a bad idea to challenge her. Cassie, on the other hand, is her polar opposite. She doesn't really think that she's pretty, but she actually is. She's always wearing clothes that normal people would classify as "uncool". She's African-American, and she usually keeps her black hair short. Cassie is one of those quiet types, is a really peaceful person. She also has a crush on Jake, which he reciprocates, but they're really awkward about the whole thing, so they usually deny it whenever it comes up. More ammunition for Marco.

After we met up with Rachel and Cassie, we took our shortcut through the construction site. We all live close to each other, except for Tobias and Cassie, but it's a bit far from the mall. So there were two ways we could've taken to get home: we could've taken the long way around, which was completely safe, or we could've cut through an abandoned construction site, which was really dangerous, and even more so at night, and we knew this because we'd cut through there during the daytime once, and the signs were definitely there.

So there we were- Jake, Rachel, Marco, Cassie, Tobias and I- six mall rats whose lives were about to change in ways none of us would've expected. We chatted among ourselves, mostly to keep ourselves from getting scared silly at the thought of all sort lowlifes that could be lurking here, waiting to pounce on a bunch of defenseless kids.

Thinking back to our encounter with Tobias, something made me curious. "Tobias, how did you guess we were going to pass through the construction site?"

"Do you believe dreams have meanings?" Tobias asked me unexpectedly. I was caught off guard for a few seconds, and then I thought about the question.

"Hmm. Well, it depends. Most people believe that dreams were messages from spirits or gods or other supernatural creatures. Personally, I think they might be real, sometimes not. After all, I have had a few dreams that come true. Did you have some sort of dream?"

"Yeah," Tobias answered. "Last night a telepathic hawk spoke to me and told me that I should follow you guys through the construction site. Weird, right?"

"Yeah, I guess." I said, although in my mind I thought that I it was an oddly specific dream. After some time Tobias excused himself from the conversation, and looked up the stars. He squinted his eyes for a moment, and then widened them in shock. "Look," he said, pointing up at the sky.

"What is it?" Jake asked, slightly annoyed.

"Just look," Tobias repeated with a combination of awe and seriousness in his voice. He pointed at a blue light in the sky, which was going way too fast for airplane, but then slowed down enough for us to properly identify it. Once we did, it was unmistakable.

"It's a flying saucer!" Cassie blurted out.

And that was where the story of the Animorphs began.

A/N: Annnnnnnnd… CUT! How's that for the first chapter? As you can see I'm writing the story from the first person POV, which is actually kind of difficult. I used to be really good at writing in the first person POV, but my beta reader for one of my other stories suggested that I write in third person POV, and I got accustomed to that writing style. I actually attempted to write this story like that, but I really don't see any way that it would fit.

Well, any suggestions, questions, even constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated! Let me know what ya think! PM, Review, favorite and follow! Firebrand1612, signing out!