1 The Antimorph Chronicals
(A Re-Write)
By Elcolo9
Part One: The Revenge
My name is David Taggart.
Normal name, normal kid right? Wrong. I'm a rat.
Seriously.
I USED to be normal, but no longer. Ever since I moved to this pisshole of a town, My life has been torn apart. My mother and stepfather are infested by aliens from another world. My girlfriend and step brother are dead, and when I tried to get out of a bad situation, I ended up trapped as a rat. Hell is my life.
A year ago, shit was going good. My father, who had died in the Gulf War, had taken his last name of Hunting with him. My mother remarried to an aquaintance of his, Victor Taggart. Victor's son, Brett, and I never got along. He was just a bit taller than me all my life, just a bit ahead of me. When I turned fourteen and got my first real girlfriend, Stephanie, all the bad shit started goin' down. One day, I noticed that Brett didn't pick on me so much. I started spying on him. He had joined some sort of organization called "The Sharing". Like the Boy Scouts, sort of, but with something under the surface. Something sinister.
I didn't know it at the time, but Brett had been infested by a Yeerk. A Yeerk is a parasite from another world. It slithers into your brain and takes over. Anything can be infested. AnyONE. Your mother, father, sister or brother could be infested. The Yeerk moves their mouth, kisses their girlfriend or blinks its eyes. It's more than slavery, because it also reads your mind. All of your secrets are revealed, and the Yeerk can torture you for as long as it pleases.
One day, Stephanie happened in on Brett when he was talking with another alien on a hologram. Brett tried to have her infested, but I wouldn't allow him. I grabbed his gun, an alien weapon called a Dracon Beam, and shot Brett until his body was beyond recognition. But in the process, I also hit Steph. She died right there , in my arms. I ran.
I didn't know quite what I had seen, but the Yeerks staged a car accident, covered it all up.
I was alone.
After the funeral, Victor was transferred out to 'Jersey. A town named "California." Fucked up, but what can you do?
Then one day my life got weirder.
Walking to school, I took a short-cut through an abandoned construction site, and saw it.
A small blue cube. "What the fuck?" were the words that came out of my mouth. I grabbed it, stuffed it in my bad and ran to school.
My fate was sealed.
Long story short, I fell in with those bastard Animorphs. I tried to help them, but they treated me like a burden, keeping me in a smelly, shit- filled barn and expecting to stay there for the rest of my life. My Mother and Victor were infested, I had no home and no one to go to.
Except for Jake, Cassie, Marco, Tobias, and Aximili. And Rachel. How I hated her. She challenged me at every move, while Jake dictated my life like I was a pawn in his game. A chess game where I was completely expendable.
I would never be one of them. Never be accepted. Like Jason Newstead from Metallica. He couldn't fill Cliff's shoes, and in the end, he left the band. I guess I did almost the same thing.
I took matters into my own hands, went rouge, tried to make away with the blue box and disappear.
But those damn Animorphs tricked me. They trapped me as a rat and left me to die on this god-forsaken island, nothing more that a large mass of rocks jutting out of the water. I was in Hell.
I would have revenge.
Then, one day I got my chance.
On that warm day, I had been scampering about the island, feeding on the decomposing bodies of my bretheren, when a massive roar approached me!
I was terrified at first , but soon I realized that the roar was nothing more than the hum of an engine, and that a middle aged man was walking towards the spot where I had been feeding.
"You do not act like the other rats," said the man.
I kept quiet, not really giving a damn about it.
"You aren't running away from me. Almost like you have a mind inside that small skull there."
By now, all the other rats had left us alone in the flat plane in the centre of the rocky "mountains" around us.
"I know you are a human, David Taggart."
Suddenly, I was all ears to him.
With nothing to lose, I spoke for the first time in months.
What's it to you, pig-fucking Yeerk?
He chuckled
"I am Sirex 4891 of the Froshe Nate pool, my rank is Sub-Visser 8. I am chief of science on the pool ship above this planet, and I have come to offer you a deal."
I was stunned by this news. A deal? What could he be talking about?
What do you mean, those Animorphs have trapped me as a rat?
"Animorphs?"
Ah, so you have not yet caught on! The so called "Andalite Bandits" you fight constantly are nothing more than human teenagers! They have been holding you off for …
I trailed off, I didn't know how long it had been since I had last walked on two legs.
"…Almost a year now," Sirex said, "Since our attempt to infest the leaders of the free world's powers."
They are…five humans, teenagers, and one Andalite, not fully trained, given the power to morph by some prince, something like Elshangor, Eltanlor, something like that. I finished.
"Elfangor-Siriniel-Shamtule!" Sirex spat out the words with disgust, hatred, and even a little fear. "The Beast Elfangor, he was executed just after a battle over this world for is crimes against the empire."
Yes, it was him. As you no doubt remember, I, David Taggart, soon discovered the morphing cube. I was going to sell it, but the damned humans, Animorphs as they called themselves, caused a battle. I was forced to join them. Soon, because of their abusive behavior, I tried to get away, but instead, they trapped me here, as a rat.
I was done my little speech. Sirex looked dumbfounded.
"Well, David Taggart, I have been looking for you for some time now, but only today did I notice the thought speech scream coming from this rock. It is more barren than even our homeworld." As he said this, the made a motion on his chest, like a Catholic Preist would do, except in a different way, like a bladed oval, jutting around the edges. I had seen this symbol before- on a Yeerk spaceship, it was the symbol of their empire.
"As I was saying, I am a highly decorated scientist, and I have discovered a cure for the condition that the Andalites call Nothilt. It's actually not very complicated. All that has happened , you see, is that your DNA has been clouded and confused by the morphing technology. It no longer looks like the human DNA you once possessed. However, I believe it to be possible to separate your DNA from the rest, and clone an exact copy of you at the time of your trapping." He looked intently at me, with a small glint in his eyes, like he wanted me to say something.
Clone me? But I wouldn't be me! I would still be a rat! And I doubt that the morphing power would be transferred along with the body, I would lose all my morphs! I was angry, he had gotten my hopes up. And how the hell would I be guaranteed that you wouldn't infest me?
"Many questions for one as small as yourself. Firstly, it is a simple process to transfer ones psyche to another form, you would be you, no questions asked. And did I not say EXACT COPY? That means all your morphs, all your powers. Plus, I believe I can enhance your normal body, its strength, speed, endurance, all can be made greater using Yeerk drugs and vitamins. Finally, a clone does have a drawback: It's brain is too big, but its skull is too small. It can never be infested. Anything that entered the brain would kill it."
Too good to be true, Yeerk. What good would I be to you if I could not be infested?
"We would make you a bounty hunter, a freelance mercenary, free to pursue revenge on those who have wronged you, and those who still pester us…"
It hit me like a brick wall The Animorphs!
"Yes, kill them, and then wander the universe for the rest of your days."
That was it, take it or leave it.
Take it.
Sirex? I agree, lets do it. You had me at 'hello'.
He looked confused.
"I did not say hello."
Its an expression, dumbass. Forget it. Lets make me human again!
He picked me up, placed me on the base of his neck, and began to walk towards his boat.
My ultimate revenge was at hand. Failure was not an option. I would kill them all, or take the Galaxy down with me.
Animorphs beware, David is back, and here to stay.
(A Re-Write)
By Elcolo9
Part One: The Revenge
My name is David Taggart.
Normal name, normal kid right? Wrong. I'm a rat.
Seriously.
I USED to be normal, but no longer. Ever since I moved to this pisshole of a town, My life has been torn apart. My mother and stepfather are infested by aliens from another world. My girlfriend and step brother are dead, and when I tried to get out of a bad situation, I ended up trapped as a rat. Hell is my life.
A year ago, shit was going good. My father, who had died in the Gulf War, had taken his last name of Hunting with him. My mother remarried to an aquaintance of his, Victor Taggart. Victor's son, Brett, and I never got along. He was just a bit taller than me all my life, just a bit ahead of me. When I turned fourteen and got my first real girlfriend, Stephanie, all the bad shit started goin' down. One day, I noticed that Brett didn't pick on me so much. I started spying on him. He had joined some sort of organization called "The Sharing". Like the Boy Scouts, sort of, but with something under the surface. Something sinister.
I didn't know it at the time, but Brett had been infested by a Yeerk. A Yeerk is a parasite from another world. It slithers into your brain and takes over. Anything can be infested. AnyONE. Your mother, father, sister or brother could be infested. The Yeerk moves their mouth, kisses their girlfriend or blinks its eyes. It's more than slavery, because it also reads your mind. All of your secrets are revealed, and the Yeerk can torture you for as long as it pleases.
One day, Stephanie happened in on Brett when he was talking with another alien on a hologram. Brett tried to have her infested, but I wouldn't allow him. I grabbed his gun, an alien weapon called a Dracon Beam, and shot Brett until his body was beyond recognition. But in the process, I also hit Steph. She died right there , in my arms. I ran.
I didn't know quite what I had seen, but the Yeerks staged a car accident, covered it all up.
I was alone.
After the funeral, Victor was transferred out to 'Jersey. A town named "California." Fucked up, but what can you do?
Then one day my life got weirder.
Walking to school, I took a short-cut through an abandoned construction site, and saw it.
A small blue cube. "What the fuck?" were the words that came out of my mouth. I grabbed it, stuffed it in my bad and ran to school.
My fate was sealed.
Long story short, I fell in with those bastard Animorphs. I tried to help them, but they treated me like a burden, keeping me in a smelly, shit- filled barn and expecting to stay there for the rest of my life. My Mother and Victor were infested, I had no home and no one to go to.
Except for Jake, Cassie, Marco, Tobias, and Aximili. And Rachel. How I hated her. She challenged me at every move, while Jake dictated my life like I was a pawn in his game. A chess game where I was completely expendable.
I would never be one of them. Never be accepted. Like Jason Newstead from Metallica. He couldn't fill Cliff's shoes, and in the end, he left the band. I guess I did almost the same thing.
I took matters into my own hands, went rouge, tried to make away with the blue box and disappear.
But those damn Animorphs tricked me. They trapped me as a rat and left me to die on this god-forsaken island, nothing more that a large mass of rocks jutting out of the water. I was in Hell.
I would have revenge.
Then, one day I got my chance.
On that warm day, I had been scampering about the island, feeding on the decomposing bodies of my bretheren, when a massive roar approached me!
I was terrified at first , but soon I realized that the roar was nothing more than the hum of an engine, and that a middle aged man was walking towards the spot where I had been feeding.
"You do not act like the other rats," said the man.
I kept quiet, not really giving a damn about it.
"You aren't running away from me. Almost like you have a mind inside that small skull there."
By now, all the other rats had left us alone in the flat plane in the centre of the rocky "mountains" around us.
"I know you are a human, David Taggart."
Suddenly, I was all ears to him.
With nothing to lose, I spoke for the first time in months.
What's it to you, pig-fucking Yeerk?
He chuckled
"I am Sirex 4891 of the Froshe Nate pool, my rank is Sub-Visser 8. I am chief of science on the pool ship above this planet, and I have come to offer you a deal."
I was stunned by this news. A deal? What could he be talking about?
What do you mean, those Animorphs have trapped me as a rat?
"Animorphs?"
Ah, so you have not yet caught on! The so called "Andalite Bandits" you fight constantly are nothing more than human teenagers! They have been holding you off for …
I trailed off, I didn't know how long it had been since I had last walked on two legs.
"…Almost a year now," Sirex said, "Since our attempt to infest the leaders of the free world's powers."
They are…five humans, teenagers, and one Andalite, not fully trained, given the power to morph by some prince, something like Elshangor, Eltanlor, something like that. I finished.
"Elfangor-Siriniel-Shamtule!" Sirex spat out the words with disgust, hatred, and even a little fear. "The Beast Elfangor, he was executed just after a battle over this world for is crimes against the empire."
Yes, it was him. As you no doubt remember, I, David Taggart, soon discovered the morphing cube. I was going to sell it, but the damned humans, Animorphs as they called themselves, caused a battle. I was forced to join them. Soon, because of their abusive behavior, I tried to get away, but instead, they trapped me here, as a rat.
I was done my little speech. Sirex looked dumbfounded.
"Well, David Taggart, I have been looking for you for some time now, but only today did I notice the thought speech scream coming from this rock. It is more barren than even our homeworld." As he said this, the made a motion on his chest, like a Catholic Preist would do, except in a different way, like a bladed oval, jutting around the edges. I had seen this symbol before- on a Yeerk spaceship, it was the symbol of their empire.
"As I was saying, I am a highly decorated scientist, and I have discovered a cure for the condition that the Andalites call Nothilt. It's actually not very complicated. All that has happened , you see, is that your DNA has been clouded and confused by the morphing technology. It no longer looks like the human DNA you once possessed. However, I believe it to be possible to separate your DNA from the rest, and clone an exact copy of you at the time of your trapping." He looked intently at me, with a small glint in his eyes, like he wanted me to say something.
Clone me? But I wouldn't be me! I would still be a rat! And I doubt that the morphing power would be transferred along with the body, I would lose all my morphs! I was angry, he had gotten my hopes up. And how the hell would I be guaranteed that you wouldn't infest me?
"Many questions for one as small as yourself. Firstly, it is a simple process to transfer ones psyche to another form, you would be you, no questions asked. And did I not say EXACT COPY? That means all your morphs, all your powers. Plus, I believe I can enhance your normal body, its strength, speed, endurance, all can be made greater using Yeerk drugs and vitamins. Finally, a clone does have a drawback: It's brain is too big, but its skull is too small. It can never be infested. Anything that entered the brain would kill it."
Too good to be true, Yeerk. What good would I be to you if I could not be infested?
"We would make you a bounty hunter, a freelance mercenary, free to pursue revenge on those who have wronged you, and those who still pester us…"
It hit me like a brick wall The Animorphs!
"Yes, kill them, and then wander the universe for the rest of your days."
That was it, take it or leave it.
Take it.
Sirex? I agree, lets do it. You had me at 'hello'.
He looked confused.
"I did not say hello."
Its an expression, dumbass. Forget it. Lets make me human again!
He picked me up, placed me on the base of his neck, and began to walk towards his boat.
My ultimate revenge was at hand. Failure was not an option. I would kill them all, or take the Galaxy down with me.
Animorphs beware, David is back, and here to stay.