Animorphs: The Confrontation
This is the second of four stories following Samantha Goddard and the other morph-capable fugitives on their journey to find the Animorphs. It takes place fairly early on in the Animorphs series – somewhere around books 16-19. It's best if you have read number 1 – The Fugitives – first, but it wouldn't be the end of the world if you haven't. Enjoy, and if you like it, please review! In fact, review whether you liked it or not! I love reviews!
Introduction: A Good place To Start
Hey, there. Hi. My name's Ferdie. You can call me Flawless. Want to know why my nickname's Flawless? I'll tell you when you're older. Hehe. No, just kidding. It's because of my full name – Ferdinand Lawless. Or, Ferdinand Horatio William Lawless if you want the whole charade. So, if you haven't worked it out yet, my first initial and my last name makes F. Lawless. Which spells Flawless. Plus, just so you know, I am also a pretty flawless guy. Perfect in every way. Most girls would say so, anyway. And their mothers. I am what the geriatrics might call an eligible bachelor. What the girls might call a very good catch. In a nutshell, I'm a gorgeous, rich, Eton-educated sixteen-year old polo-playing young blood from England with an enormous lust for life and a rather marvellous sense of humour to go with it. Just one step away from Prince Harry.
I'd better stop now, before my modesty runs out in front of me and starts whacking me over the head with a polo stick. I don't want to spoil all the fun just yet. I just thought you'd like to know my name. Nothing wrong with that, is there?
Actually, I'm thinking, perhaps there is. I should probably tell you about the situation before I get too far, now that I come to think of it. Let's get serious for a second, if I can manage it. There are some people – if you could call them people – out there, who managed to get hold of my name a couple of days ago. Now, they know everything there is to know about me. They know my name, age, date of birth, address – sorry – addresses, my hair colour, my favourite food, my clothes size, the date of my next polo match, the names and dates of births of forty-two generations of Lawless forefathers – pretty much anything you can get on a piece of paper. And, using that information, they're trying to kill me.
"What's that I hear?" you say. "Sirens. The rubber room brigade are on their way."
I think I'd better do a Samantha here and state that I'm not mad. Nor is this a product of my rather over-active imagination. This is all true. Honestly. And it gets better. The chaps who are trying to kill me are a bunch of evil, mind controlling aliens, (from a galaxy with a better name than ours) called Yeerks. Yeerks. Heard that term before? If not, you'd better get familiar with it. You'll be hearing a lot of them from here on. The Yeerks are a race of parasites – slugs, basically, that slip into your ear canal, take over your brain, and control your every move. You can't run. You can't cry. You can't do anything unless the Yeerk in your head does it for you. You're a slave – trapped inside your head. And you can do nothing but sit and watch as the Yeerk tricks your families and friends into becoming Controllers themselves. Controllers. Another term. That's what we call someone who's host to a Yeerk.
God, this is depressing stuff. I almost wish I hadn't mentioned any of it. Perhaps I should get Samantha to tell you all this. She's probably better at this than I am. But I suppose, now that I've started, I'd better carry on with it. There's a reasonably important fact that I haven't mentioned yet. And that is…we can turn into animals.
No, honestly. Don't laugh. And don't call 999. This is, actually, all true. My brother Philip and I, and three strangers, Sam, Asha and Maggie, were abducted by an alien race called the Skrit-Na, just a couple of days ago. Actually, Maggie was abducted separately, and we didn't get to meet her until about five minutes ago, but I'll come to that in a second. The Skrit-Na are a race that look remarkably similar to those cute greys you see in the X Files and Roswell. They're a bit meaner, thought, although no where near as mean as the Yeerks. They've got this obsession with collecting things. Preferably alien, and preferably alive. Which is why the five of us were beamed up by Scotty into a hellish alien spaceship. They also like collecting anything of value, and had managed to get hold of a rather nifty bit of technology called the Escafil device. This device -nothing much more than a small blue cube- is the cause of all our problems now. It is owned by – and you should have started writing all these names down, by now – a powerful and advanced race called the Andalites. These mutant blue horses were rather peeved that the Skrit-Na had managed to nick one of their most prized possessions, and sent out a ship manned by an Andalite named Eramas to retrieve it. Unfortunately, the Yeerks had also learnt that the Skrit-Na held this device. And they'd do anything to get their hands – or, at least, their host's hands – on it. They've even got their own war-general, Visser Five, and his team, on the case - specially selected to retrieve this technology. Because this small, rather beautiful, rather innocent looking blue box has that power to give an individual the ability to morph - change, if you like – into any animal they touch. Not a bad ability, when you think about it. Long story cut short: Eramas fights Yeerks. Gets blue box. Gives me, Philip, Sam and Asha power to morph. We morph Andalites. Escape back to earth. On run. Yup, we're on the run now, from Visser five et al, whose new mission is to catch us. Catch us, with the intention of infesting us. I'm sure Visser Five would love a decent, morph capable body, like his superior, Visser Three has. Failing that, they'd just kill us.
I know they'd kill us, because we've just become within two inches of knocking on Death's door. And I'd better stop making ridiculous jokes now, because now, things really do get serious. We've just had our first proper run in with Visser Five and his gang. Samantha, our leader, had got us all into our battle morphs (mine's a cool little lynx) to fight our way out of trouble. We'd also managed to rescue the fifth abductee, Maggie, whilst we were at it. We'd fought. We'd succeeded. We'd escaped. Or, at least, four of us had escaped. Asha, in a last, desperate attempt to save Samantha's life, had sacrificed her own to ensure we escaped. And, as the rest of us morphs birds and beetles and flew to safety, Asha gave her life and fell to her death.
And, if we ever make it, we'd got a mission to complete, as well as keeping ourselves hidden from the Yeerks. According to Eramas, the renegade Andalite who illegally gave us all the power to morph, there are five other humans on this planet with the power to morph. Five kids, actually, even younger than we are. You might know them. One of them's called Jake something-or-other. I can't remember the others' names off hand, but I'm sure Sam knows. God, five kids. That's it. That's the Resistance, although I'm sure they've thought up a better name for themselves. Five kids living double lives somewhere on the west coast of America. That's all Earth gets, until us four get our lives in gear. They're the ones that are saving this planet from the Yeerks. And it's our job to find them – without getting captured first, and without the added bonus of leading Vissers Five and Three right to their doorsteps.