Wassup. Told ya I'd be back with Jake's Journey. Okay, I spend way too much time on R/T, so this is my attempt at a J/C fic. Oh. All other stories under my pen names are either finished or terminated. Oh yeah, here's the legal crap.
I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING THAT IS OF THE ANIMORPHS. THE PLOT IS MINE ALONG WITH ANYTHING I CREATED. THIS DISCLAIMER COUNTS FOR THE WHOLE STORY AND WILL NOT BE REPEATED AT THE BEGINNING OF EACH CHAPTER. ANY PLAGERERS WILL BE PROSECUTED TO THE FULLEST EXTENT OF THE LAW AND EATEN. PLEASE MAKE SURE THAT YOUR SEAT BACKS AND TRAY TABLES ARE IN THEIR UPRIGHT AND LOCKED POSITIONS. MY SISTER IS A FISH. MY BROTHER IS MY SISTER. AND I HATE THANKSGIVING.
So without further B.S. The B.S. presents:
Jake's Journey
A Tale of love.
"Ram the blade ship," he said, and the rest was forgotten. As if his mind blacked it out. The death of his friends at the hands of cold, dead, space.
Perhaps by some unspoken agreement, perhaps by fate, their survival instincts all kicked in at the same time. And they rushed towards the safety of the escape pods. A simple task that should have been easy.
But, alas, their ship was too fast.
The explosion rocked through the Rachel and they tumbled around in her like paint in a spray can. There was a loud hiss as the oxygen escaped through the ever-widening hole in the front of her.
Why isn't the force field closing the hole? He thought as they grabbed ahold of something to keep from flying out of the ship.
Tobias, unable to grab anything became space's first victim.
"Tobias! TOBIAS!" he shouted but he was unable to do anything.
Marco called his name. His voice was almost lost in the roar of the air flowing from the injured ship. He looked back at Marco and his friend pointed at the other three who clung desperately to a weapons console becoming disconnected from the wall. Without words they began to climb towards them.
Console to console. Handhold to handhold. The entire bridge was one huge ladder. A ladder that led to life or to death.
He was almost there when the console he then gripped began to beep. He glanced at it and his heart froze. The blade ship had been crippled, but not killed. And it was moving to fire.
He scrambled frantically to find a brace, but it was too late.
Two bolts struck The Rachel but were too weak to puncture. However, they were strong enough to knock him loose and send him flying.
His mind reeled as he instinctively grasped for a handhold. Twice his fingers touched metal and twice it slipped past him.
Not three feet from the hole he managed to grab a console that had Tomb Raider playing on it's screen. Marco was not as lucky.
He flew out into space. There was no denying he was dead.
Momentarily stunned, It took him a minute to begin climbing towards the others.
But they shared the same fate. The console came loose. Menderash, still fighting human instincts, reached out desperately to grab the edges of the hole.
With a sickening crunch it flew through the hole. Leaving the decapitated arm behind.
He was alone. All emotion was drowned out by his survival instints. His hands flew over each other; climbing to freedom.
He climbed into the escape pod and glanced back at the bridge of the once great Rachel.
Dead. Just like the real Rachel.
And it's my fault, He thought, Just like the real Rachel.
Tears streaming down his face and flying through the vaccum to freeze, he slammed the button. The door slid down.
R&R. No Ideas. Well, very few. Sorry it took so long. :)
