Disclaimer; I don't own the Animorphs yet. Notice the 'yet'. I was very careful so I didn't accidently say 'now'.

I've had this bugging me for ages- I've been daydreaming alot about it to. Why? It's a good idea, thats why. I got it down on paper, up to the fifth chapter, so yeah. Sorry for the short-ness. This is, in reality, five written pages. Stupid big handwriting! Don steal my ideas. Thanks! xD

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My name is Rachel.

If you were expecting any more, your reading the wrong story. I can't tell you my last name. Even if I did, it would probably be fake. Sorry, but I can't tell you where I live, my phone number, or anything else that could be used to track me down.

Why?

Well, thats one question that needs answering.

Yeerks, that why. What are Yeerks? They're slimy gray slugs. If thats all, you're probably thinking, why can't I tell you anything? These Yeerks are from a different planet, and no, 'we mean you no harm' doesn't work with them. The Yeerks would rather crawl into your ear and wrap their disgusting body around your brain, gaining complete control over your every action. You wouldn't be able to move, eat, speak, smile or even blink without the Yeerk wanting you to. People who have a Yeerk in their heads are what we call Controllers. Helpless slaves to the slug within.

But then again, how do I know all this?

I fight the Yeerks alongside my friends. I'm an Animorph and I'm proud of what I do.

Animorphs is the crazy name Marco suggested after Elfangor gave us the power to morph. After he gave us, Earth's last hope, the only weapon to fight back. The Andalite prince had been murdered by Visser Three right before our eyes.

We even met his brother, Ax. He helps us 'save the world' from the Yeerks, and, because of some weird Andalite custom, has to get revenge for his brothers death.

Which is exactally what we were talking about, after school at Cassies barn...

"I don't get you Andalites. You go around the galaxy, at war with the Yeerks, and when one of you die your brother has to seek revenge. Why dont you just make sure they don't die in the first place?"

Obviously, Marco had said that.

(It is not in our control whether another dies or not,) Ax pointed out. Ax, like I had said, is an Andalite. Which means he is a half humanoid, half scorpion, half horse. Yes, I know that's too many halves, but who cares?

He has a horse's body (well, a thin horse), hooves and all, with a humanoid torso, arms and head; but I shouldn't forget to mention his tail, which reminded the rest of us of a scorpion. Ax also had no mouth, so thought-speak was his natural language. And last, but not least, he has a second pair of eyes, on stalks. I bet I'll never get used to that.

"Yeah, but why give you the burden? Is it your fault Elfangor died?" Marco continued, shaking his head. When Ax gave no answer, he continued: "Whoever made Elfangor go into the fighter ship or whatever should be blamed! Not you, Ax," he added hastily.

The Andalite glared cooly. (The Captin can't get revenge for every warrior and prince, can he?) he said stiffly, his tail-blade arching over his back.

"Woah! You two, cut it out!" Jake, our 'unofficial' leader, said. "We're not meant to be fighting with each other," he demanding, watching his best friend.

Marco snorted. "We weren't fighting, I was just testing him!" he insisted, giving Ax a dirty look. "He just doesn't get it."

Cassie rolled her eyes, and I snickered. "Don't try covering it up, Marco," I said sarcastically. "Just say you want to be the one to avenge Elfangor."

His eyes widened, and he turned to me, smiling. "What, jealous?" he mocked playfully.

Heaving a sigh, Jake cleared his throat, hinting he wanted to say something. When we ignored him, he clenched his fists. "Guys..." he growled, almost as stiff as Ax, which was weird.

I whipped around to face my cousin. "What? Do you want to avenge Elfangor, too?" I snapped, tapping a foot. "Because, I swear, I'll be the one to rip out the Visser's throat!"

The others fell silent, staring dumbstruck. Even Ax's eyed were wide, all four of them.

"No," Jake shot back. "We're here to plan, not talk about stupid Elfangor!" he raged in between clenched teeth. There was silence as the words sunk in. Ax was rocking back and forth, like he'd been hit, and the rest of us stared, mouths open into wide 'O's.

(Jake!) Tobias hissed, turning his peircing gaze down to our leader. (Don't you dare say that about Elfangor!)

He grimanced, and closed his eyes. "Okay, maybe Elfangor isn't stupid, but we're not here to talk about him, as much as we want to." He opened his eyes to see we were pleased. Jake continued, "Of couse, you can do that later, but now-"

"How about we just talk about him now and get it over and done with?" I said bluntly, interrupting Jake.

Jake groaned, flopping down onto the haystack next to Marco. "You guys are impossible!" he shouted.

Cassie hissed at him. "Do you want my dad to see Ax?" she snarled. Then, turning to the rest of us, she gave us each a hard look. "We should be listening. Jake's trying to save the human race and you guys are talking about something that can be said later," she reasoned carefully.

We were silent, and Tobias was the first to speak. (She's right,) he said softly, opening his win to preen his feathers. (We're the only ones who can resist the Yeerks. We should be doing all we can.)

I groaned but didn't say anything. I motined for Jake to continue, carefully keeping my gaze on the animals around us.

"As I was saying," he sighed, relieved, "the Yeerks are suspecing an attack in a few days, before they can fully restore everything to normal."

"To as normal as normal can be," Marco corrected suddenly, clicking his tongue.

Jake shrugged. "Yeah, whatever. What I mean is we need to attack sooner than they expect it."

Tobias peered down at us. (Couldn't you have just said 'Lets go kick some Yeerk butt now'?) he muttered, going back to his preening. (No difference.)

I flared, looking up at Tobias in the rafters, then crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow. "That's my line," I said swiftly. Then I looked down at Jake. "Tomorrow night?"

"Probably."

"Cool. Mum and Dad are going out for a 'by themselves' night."

"How 'bout you guys?" Jake turned to the others, gazing at them questionally.

Marco thought for a moment, then nodded. "I can probably get away if I tell Dad I'm going to your place to do a project, Jake," he said quickly, eyes flashing. "After I avenge Elfanor," he muttered, giving me a wink that was replied with a snort.

"Cassie?"

"Not sure, Jake."

"Why?"

"Well, my dad actually needs me. I'll try to get out of it."

"Good. Tomorrow night at nine?" The rest of us nodded, and he breathed a sigh in releif. "Tomorrow night it is."