Cassie
My name is Cassie.
Just Cassie. At least that's all I'm going to tell you. It's not because I'm special I only need one name. Or I'm trying to act mysterious to get the boys curious for me that kind of thing.
In fact, I'm your pretty ordinary girl. If you saw me walking down the halls of your school, you most probably wouldn't give a second look. Unless it was one of the days when I have a bird poop on my jeans from working with my dad in his Wildlife Rehabilitation Clinic. If it was one of those day, you might give me a second "oh-gross" look.
But I am really a average girl you would have seen many times. A girl with a first name and last name plus middle initial kind of girl. And if you approach me you would have find nothing special about me. Except that maybe I wouldn't tell you my last name.
Here's the reason: I am one of the few resistance fighting against the Yeerk invasion of Earth.
Yes, Earth is under invasion. By a race of alien who call themselves Yeerk.
Yeerks are alien parasites that looks like slugs. Seems like not too much of a dangerous alien. Except that they have the ability to control a host's body. When they travel through your ear canal and flatten themselves into the crevices of your brain. They will take control of you. You can't move your hand, the Yeerk will do it for you. You can't see anyone behind you, not if the yeerk feels like turning your head around for you. You are trapped, enslaved by those slugs hiding inside your head.
And that is what they are planning to do, to enslave us human. They are doing it secretly because they want us alive. That is why you don't see bug fighters hovering around the air zapping the buildings openly. They operate under a organisation called the Sharing. Who are always recruiting members and turning them Controllers. That's what we call the people who have been enslaved by the Yeerks.
There are other species that was already enslaved, like Hork-Bajir, Gredds and Taxxons. Although Taxxons give in willingly to the yeerk. And one andalite. War-Prince Alloran. The only Andalite host enslaved by the leader of this invasion, Visser Three.
The resistance are me and four of my friends --- Jake, Rachel, Marco and Tobias. Later Aximilli join in our little resistance. Ax is Elfangor's brother, an artish, an Andalite warrior-cadet, and it was his brother Elfangor who gave us the morphing power before Visser Three murdered him, so we could continue the battle.
We continue the battle against the yeerks, six of us against the whole race of alien. Sound hopeless, but we did our best by slowing down the invasion. But not all the time we fight the yeerks. Like now, I'm spending my free time in my barn with a sick squirrel. Sometimes I fight the yeerks, other time, I fight against disease these poor animals suffering from. It was actually past midnight, but the squirrel was dying, I had lost this battle against the disease. So now I'm fighting to ease the pain the squirrel is suffering.
Footsteps.
Something wasn't right, especially when it was 1:30am at night and my barn happened to locate beside the forest. No one at this time are suppose to wander around here. Unless it is a Yeerk business.
My heart skipped a beat.
I quickly placed the squirrel back into the cage, petting its weak body. Then rushed out to the barn to take a look when I knocked into someone. I fell against the cold floor before I could see who knocked into me. A hand covered my mouth before I could react to my fall. I looked up, trying to see who had I knocked into.
A young Asian boy stood before me. He was wearing a shirt torn beyond repair and stained with dry blood. His jeans were also torn so much that it couldn't cover the full length of his leg. He had a fresh wound at his left cheek. Blood flooding out at the rate that I didn't think he could last long without medical help.
The boy gestured me to keep quiet with his free hand and helped me up. My imagination ran wild as I got up. Who is he? A prisoner escaping authorities? Or a victim of crime seeking help? I was about to ask him even with my mouth covered by him when something weird happened.
His eyes were turning red.
Like in the movies where cool effects of human turning vampire with red eyes, this guy actually stared at me as if he was thirsty for blood. For a moment I thought he would sink his fang into my neck for blood, like most vampire do. As fast as the eyes turning red, it dimmed down back to it's original brown colour. The guy's face seemed more relaxed.
More panting and running. Then I realised someone was chasing this guy. The guy crept behind the barn door and stared through the door gap. Before I could get near the door for a look the guy dashed straight behind the bale of hay. Actually he literally flew towards there. And before I could ask or say anything the door opened.
Two men in suits walked in and started scanning the area. Then they noticed me. "Have you seen anybody here?" I shook my head. Man in suits, this could mean two thing. Secret agents working with the government, or yeerk-controllers. Then I noticed the darcon beam hanging by their belt.
Yeerks. Definitely Yeerks.
What's a boy like him doing out here? Worse, luring controller to my house! What do those controllers want from him? If they found him here they would get suspicious. Worse, they might infest me.
No!
If I'm infested then the secret will be out! The animorphs will be revealed to Visser Three! Then there will be no resistant left on Earth.
Not unless I stop them from staying here long and getting suspicious.
"Wait, I think I heard something earlier, like someone running away." One of the controllers looked at me. "Where!" He was almost screaming even when he was trying to keep calm. I could tell from their face they were desperately looking for the guy. As if they will lose their head if they never managed to find him. Or worse, I thought to myself. They will suffer toture by Visser Three so much that they will be begging for death.
"That way." I pointed toward the woods. That would be somewhere decent and reasonable for someone hiding to escape to.
Without a word the controllers left the barn running. Not trying to act suspicious, I waited for them to disappear into the woods before closing the door. I turned to the bale of hay and said as calmly as I could, "You can come out now, they are gone."