This is a fanfic using characters from the series Animorphs. I do not own animorphs. I am just another fan. This is my first Fanfic so I hope I do well enough on it. Take time and enjoy.
I made this years ago and completely forgot about it. I have corrected as many errors as I could catch, re-written some things to make better sense. (I hope) As well as hopefully made and easier read.
The Untold
My name is Brian. I am also known as Shadow. This is an place where things could have happened and perhaps did happen. If you were in the right dimension. In this place, the animorphs had their adventures, fought their battles and lived their lives as usual for them. Except this time there was someone else. This is my story.
I look over my notes and records for a moment. I came to the town to live a quiet life. I am reasonably well off so I do not have to worry about how I will pay for my clothes, food, house or bills. What I do have to worry about is that.
"Hey Brian, how are you?" A voice calls out.
I look up from my notes to see a rather cheerful face. A dark skinned girl with a wonderful personality and always seems to have the smell of animals on her, as well as other traces of her association with them but I tend to look past that. Her name is Cassie. One of the few people I know here.
"Hi. I am doing alright, just trying to check my notes and stuff before class."
"Are you doing okay in the classes? I know it can be tough being new around here." She says.
"Yeah I think I am doing well. I don't care for history to much though. It gets kinda boring. I want to fall asleep half the time."
She chuckles and nods.
"I get like that too at times. Anyway, I'll see you around. I gotta few things to do."
"Sure thing Cassie and thanks." Watching her walk down the hall to her class before heading to my own.
The day passes fairly quickly and I head for home afterwards. I see Cassie has hooked up with her friends. I really don't know their names yet but Cassie says she will introduce me one day. I head home and take care of my homework, which is simple, before finding something to eat. You know the usual. Afterwards I head back out after the sun sets. I always liked the dark for some reason, but I never really knew why though. I love learning and I seem to have a fairly high IQ, which is why the classes are so easy. I have been exploring the sewer system for the amount of time I have been here. I guess I like being here because I am alone, no one to bother me. I can see fairly well in the dark. I also do some training in the sewers. I was taught how to fight long time ago. So I use the sewers as a place where I can practice training my body and mind in some of the most unpleasant conditions. My exercises are interrupted by sounds from above. I tilt my head to hear the sounds of people moving, it was odd to hear someone out and about so late. I wonder what is going on,
Above the sewers, a group begins searching for something or someone.
"I think they went this way!" One calls out.
Toting his rifle, he nervously walks towards the wooded area, hands clutching his weapon tightly, sweat forming on his brow as he edges closer to the darkness of the woods. But the darkness isn't what he is afraid of. It is what is behind him that stirs the fear inside him. The blue deer like creature with no facial features except for its eyes and nasal opening. Twin tendril like stalks set ingrained the head with an eye on each, giving the creature 360 degree range of sight. But what was the most alarming of the creature was the long whip like tail with a sharp wicked looking blade protruding from the end.
"You better be right. Other wise I will have to correct your mistake personally." Visser Three stepping forwards.
He has his men scattered though the area where his prey seems to have fled.
"Sir we have checked the area. The andalite bandits have vani-" Unable to finish the sentence as the guard falls to the grass, his head rolling forward along the ground.
"Mistake corrected." The Visser replies, his tail returning to its upright position from the lightning fast motion it made previously.
"Now does anyone have anything worth reporting? I am growing weary of these games that the Andalite bandits play on us! I want them found and I want them captured! NOW GO!" His order snapping directly into the minds of the other guards, watching as they scatter to find the bandits.
As the troupes disappear into the woods, Visser Three waits impatiently for them to return. He begins to walk slowly, keeping his ears open for anything that might be worth investigating. There is a creak of wood but he ignores it. Within a few more steps he stands still looking in all directions. When the creaking sound heard before changes to cracking and to the sound of breaking as the wood gives away from his stolen body's weight and he plummets downwards into the darkness...
Back down in the sewers.
I watch as the alien creature lays in the wet slime from the sewage water. I do not know what it is. But it seems familiar some how, as if seen in a dream. There is not much time to think about feeling as there is a low moan echoing inside my mind
"Where am I!?' The creature demands as he begins to stir.
The creature slowly begins to stand before wincing, his leg lifting upwards as if injured. The air stinks, his body is soaked, the surface slimy making it difficult to stand. Worst of all its to dark for him to see.
"Where are my men! Someone get me out of this place! Get me out NOW!" His scream jabbing into my mind.
"I do not think they can hear you now." I reply tired of the creatures yelling. I watch as he stiffens and his tail arches upwards into a defensive position.
"Who's there!" He demands, straining to locate the source of the voice.
"Just me. Though I should be asking the questions since you are the one intruding." I reply.
He glares towards the sound of my voice.
"As for your men I believe they have been gone for some time. You have been out for a while. A day or so I would guess."
"WHAT!? Who are you? Where are you and what do you want!" The creature demands.
I shake my head slightly before replying.
"If you must have a name, then you can call me Shadow. I am in the same place as you are, in the sewers. As for what I want that is for me to know."
While I cannot tell very well how alien species react. This one seems about ready to explode.
"Get me out of here this instant or I'll.." The creature threatens.
"You will what? You cannot see in this place very well, you do not seem to know where you are, place is like a maze. You will get lost and can be down here for days. But I have had enough of this conversation. I have better things to do then to be screamed at by some strange creature" Getting up and begin to move.
He hears my movement and upon my words sinking into his mind.
"Wait! Perhaps I have been to hasty, as you said I am in a strange place and have no idea where I am. I would like to get out as soon as possible and back to my men." The tone in his words changing. "
Since you seem to know more about this place then I do. Would you mind showing me the way to get out?"
His quick change of heart tells me that he is not to be trusted.
"I could, but the sooner I show you the way out. The sooner you will likely attack me with that blade of yours."
My words startle him and his eyes narrow.
"Who are you." He asks.
"As I have said. I am Shadow." Replying to him
"Very well Shadow, I am called Visser Three and since I have little choice, how about we come to an agreement. You show me the way out and I will not harm you."
Thinking about his proposition I respond.
"I will but on my terms, first extend your tail outwards. If I can trust you to your agreement then you can trust me to my requirements."
After a few moments pass, he slowly extends his tail out. I seize his tail about five inches away from the blade and hold it firmly. His first reaction is to jerk his tail back, but he restrains that impulse. I move closer to his body and place my hands on his back before lifting myself and straddling him.
"What do you think your doing!? " He demands feeling the new weight on his back and an arm wrapping around his waist.
"I am making certain that you keep your word."
With that I begin to lead him out of the sewers, taking turns and twists along the path.
"So you are in the sewers? Why?" He asks
"Because I like the seclusion."
He snorts. "This is a disgusting place to find seclusion, there are far better ones."
"This one suited my needs until you dropped in" Retorting to his distaste for my choice.
He continues to ask questions until we near the exit I could feel him relaxing slightly as the exit nears, likely because he did not want to endure the stench of the sewer any longer. Sliding off his back, I take a few steps back before releasing his tail, I wanted to make certain I was out of its striking range before doing so.
"Keep going straight you will be out in a few moments." Retracing his steps to return deeper into the maze.
"Wait" Calling to me. "I am curious about your nature and would like to learn more. Perhaps if you wouldn't mind coming with me? I am sure you would find my place far more pleasant and just as secluded as this one."
I look to him and wait for a moment before responding
"Return here if you wish to speak with me again." With that I leave him not knowing if our paths will cross again or not.
That was the first time meeting the Visser. He and I seem to have a kind of friendship or rather tolerance of each other, but I do not think I will ever completely trust him. I know too much about him. The invasion he is running, how he treats those around him and his near fanatical interest in the Andalite Bandits. Though I have learned they are something other than their dubbed name.
I chose to work with Visser, The Yerks are an interesting species and find that they have very useful traits. For reasons unknown to me the Visser has not asked me to be infested, though he might change his mind should he learn of my association with the Animorphs. The Animorphs know of my associations with the yerks and do not trust me, but they do trust Brian. A split identity and almost personality, I often joke about the similarity to myself and the fictional character known as Batman.
I have learned much about them thanks to technology that not only the Visser has stumbled across but that I have stolen myself and use that as a way to amass my own base in order to suit my own needs, A place neither the yerks or the animorphs can locate. Not only technology but I have found those the Animorphs have come in contact with. I am rather impressed with the Holographic technology of the Chee, it has allowed me better stealth operations then I could have ever thought. From that once I learn of some suspicious activity I can go and find out myself while remaining hidden. Andalites that they have run across I have given opportunities. One Andalite, I grafted a robotic tail, to replace the one he lost, another whom betray the Animorphs and lost his hand. I have many things that have thought to be lost or destroyed.
The Animorphs do not seem to know that Shadow is Brian or Brian is Shadow. Just as Shadow has worked himself into the Yerks. So has Brian befriended the Animorphs. I do not believe either side will truly win this war. I will do things my way to make certain that everything is not lost. I have built places for the Hork-bajir, I have few Andalites working with me. I keep myself hidden away. Though what is it about the Andalites that makes me feel like I have forgotten something. Why when I look at the Hork-Bajir do I feel a sense of yearning. I really do not remember much of my past, orphan but incredibly bright, one of the reasons government took interest in me.
The Andalite technology is a challenge but part of me has an ease of figuring things out, especially with the Andalites I have explaining it to me. Everything on Earth has been child's play, that's where I made my money, working with technology at an age where I should have been playing with toys. I worked for the Government until I got tired of wagging my tail when one of them call me, I have not heard the end of them either.
On one side I feel similar to the Animorphs. I know too much and I am fighting to keep my freedom. On the other side I am like the Yerks. I want to control how things turn out. I will be the one giving the orders not the other way around. Andalites are highly intelligent, but lack the imagination that humans have. I merely combine the two together to keep myself free...
The End?
Let me know what you think. Then I will decide whether or not to make a sequel.
Yeah perhaps I should make a sequel. I mean 12 years is a long time and good or bad, or terrible. It would be kind of nice to finish this little Mary Sue monster.