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Just a Taste
He was many things. A hero to some, an abomination to others. A general to be followed, an example to avoid. He was not so lost in his own dementia that he could not realize he was mad. But he could still function, so he tempered the madness, gave it form and function and purpose.
But one thing everyone should know is that Visser Three, Esplin 9466 Primary, is also a liar.
It was not sight that enchanted him so. How could it, when he has been seeing for decades? It was a convenient lie, however. More importantly, it amused him.
No, in truth, he was most fascinated by taste. If anyone were to discover this, it would not take them long to realise how logical this was. Visser Three was bound to one host, more so than any Yeerk in known history. To give up such a prize as an Andalite, even for a moment? Unthinkable. And Andalites were certainly not known for their sense of taste.
Even his choice of battle-morphs would have been easy to explain… They had few things in common, save being the alpha-predator in their various eco-systems or, failing that, the most deadly organism to be found. But they were always carnivores and frequently man-eaters.
Had the Visser been so inclined, he could have spent hours comparing various tastes in various forms. The bitter taste of Taxxon differed greatly from form to form, for example, from acidic to fizzy to palatable to irresistible.
But few things were quite as … fulfilling as Andalite flesh.
Even more so when Alloran screams for naught inside a skull he can no longer call his own.
It is no secret that Visser Three is a sadist.
AN: Plot-bunnies are running wild tonight *faceplam*
I blame TVTropes for this one, by the way. Click 'Random Page' and HELLO! Animorphs. Then I started reading and yeah…
Anyway, just me messing with something that bothered me when I realized it.
Read, enjoy and review.
~GrinGrin
Written: 07/06/2014
Posted: 07/06/2014