This is an alternate kinda fic from book #45. It takes place right after Marco's dad gets the phone call. I'm working on two fanfics revolving around #45. This is a story where the details are changed and Marco does things differently. The next one will take place in the original timeline of the book. Please tell me if I make no sense.
Anyway....I don't own Animorphs. And uh.....enjoy. More chapters later if I get good reviews. Starts off kinda bad, but it'll pick up.
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By: Molly
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I gently replaced the receiver and sighed. Russ had been a pretty good guy. A good thing he didn't have any kids though. They shouldn't have to deal with the loss of parent. Even I couldn't fake humor to get over it.
Suddenly, a thought hit me, and instantly, I was wide awake. A call late at night, asking my dad to come over. How come they didn't wait until morning? How come they said 'we' and not I? I slapped my forehead. How stupid could I possibly be? My dad was next on the Yeerk's list for infestation.
I had to do something. They had my mom. They couldn't take my dad. I needed...help...somebody....Jake. No, no, not Jake. If I called him, Tom might pick up. He's a pretty important Yeerk, and probably knows they're infesting Dad. A call this late at night could make him suspicious.
Rachel! Yes, Rachel. When somebody wanted power, they called Rachel. I quickly dialed her number, nervously drumming my fingers on the top of my desk.
Damn! Busy signal. What could I do? Who could I call? I couldn't call Cassie? She was over her cousin, Jackie's house.
I had no plan of action, no way of stopping the Yeerks from stealing the most important person in my life. I sprinted out my bedroom door. I had to stop Dad from leaving.
At the top of the stairs, I realized how stupid this was. What was I supposed to do? Run downstairs screaming, 'Daddy, Daddy, don't go?' No, there had to be some other way. I saw my dad at the computer, the soft glow of the screen hitting his face in an eerie way. I think he was crying. Maybe Russ was a good friend of his.
'Focus, Marco, focus,' I ordered myself, silently, desperate for a plan.
Dad stood up, and grabbed the keys to his car off the rack in the kitchen. Time was running down. I had to think. Had to come up with a plan. Bad dream? No, he'd never believe it. Desperately, I tried to formulate a plan in my head, but there was nothing. As he threw on his jacket, my mind screamed at me to do something. Anything.
My heart beat a mile a minute. I wanted to run downstairs and stop him, but my legs refused to budge. Not without a plan. Nope, Marco always needed a plan.
Dad opened the front door slowly, and was about to step out, when I did the only thing I could really do.
I hurled myself down the stairs, feeling the pain, like a thousand sledge hammers pounding on my brain as my body hit each step, one by one, until I landed with a loud, 'thud,' on the living room floor.
"Marco!" Dad's yell was the last thing I heard before everything went black.
End of Chapter 1:
I'm not sure if I should continue or not. Please tell me if you hated it or if you liked it. But, remember...please no flames!!
Anyway....I don't own Animorphs. And uh.....enjoy. More chapters later if I get good reviews. Starts off kinda bad, but it'll pick up.
Untitled
By: Molly
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I gently replaced the receiver and sighed. Russ had been a pretty good guy. A good thing he didn't have any kids though. They shouldn't have to deal with the loss of parent. Even I couldn't fake humor to get over it.
Suddenly, a thought hit me, and instantly, I was wide awake. A call late at night, asking my dad to come over. How come they didn't wait until morning? How come they said 'we' and not I? I slapped my forehead. How stupid could I possibly be? My dad was next on the Yeerk's list for infestation.
I had to do something. They had my mom. They couldn't take my dad. I needed...help...somebody....Jake. No, no, not Jake. If I called him, Tom might pick up. He's a pretty important Yeerk, and probably knows they're infesting Dad. A call this late at night could make him suspicious.
Rachel! Yes, Rachel. When somebody wanted power, they called Rachel. I quickly dialed her number, nervously drumming my fingers on the top of my desk.
Damn! Busy signal. What could I do? Who could I call? I couldn't call Cassie? She was over her cousin, Jackie's house.
I had no plan of action, no way of stopping the Yeerks from stealing the most important person in my life. I sprinted out my bedroom door. I had to stop Dad from leaving.
At the top of the stairs, I realized how stupid this was. What was I supposed to do? Run downstairs screaming, 'Daddy, Daddy, don't go?' No, there had to be some other way. I saw my dad at the computer, the soft glow of the screen hitting his face in an eerie way. I think he was crying. Maybe Russ was a good friend of his.
'Focus, Marco, focus,' I ordered myself, silently, desperate for a plan.
Dad stood up, and grabbed the keys to his car off the rack in the kitchen. Time was running down. I had to think. Had to come up with a plan. Bad dream? No, he'd never believe it. Desperately, I tried to formulate a plan in my head, but there was nothing. As he threw on his jacket, my mind screamed at me to do something. Anything.
My heart beat a mile a minute. I wanted to run downstairs and stop him, but my legs refused to budge. Not without a plan. Nope, Marco always needed a plan.
Dad opened the front door slowly, and was about to step out, when I did the only thing I could really do.
I hurled myself down the stairs, feeling the pain, like a thousand sledge hammers pounding on my brain as my body hit each step, one by one, until I landed with a loud, 'thud,' on the living room floor.
"Marco!" Dad's yell was the last thing I heard before everything went black.
End of Chapter 1:
I'm not sure if I should continue or not. Please tell me if you hated it or if you liked it. But, remember...please no flames!!