Broken Mirror
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Yes, this is one of those weird, dark, sad stories with no background and a lot of thoughts. Maybe it's a little bit short...but I hope you like it!
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"We're running out of chances, Jake."
The words still echo in my mind. After so long, they're still there. Still lurking over me, still leering at my will to go on.
"Someday, we won't be so lucky."
The words are a curse. A curse already brought upon the Animorphs the moment Marco spoke those words. He jinxed the whole group, and let the Earth fall prey to the Yeerks because of it.
Some times I just want to kill him. Others...
I can't do anything about it. What's done is done. What's said has been said. And I don't care any more. All I care about now is keeping at least 1 free human alive. 1 out of the fifty-something left on Earth.
It's a pathetic sight. To think, all of these people used to have hope in their eyes. Then...to have it shattered, like a broken mirror.
Who's going to go next?
The atrocity known as Visser Three had done this. He had been the heartless one terrible enough to do such a thing as to kill innocent people. And to enslave their families.
The war has long since been over. It was over before it was started. Five kids and an alien against a species who've stopped at nothing to conquer thousands of alien beings. Who were we kidding, trying to win against the Yeerk empire? It had been a vain attempt from the moment we started.
I listen to the people cry. The sound's almost normal to me now. Too normal. And it scares me. Who will be crying next? The poor souls that could only shed their own tears every three days? The ones we rescued?
I've tried to block out the wails endless, countless times, but they're too strong. So finally, I've let them in.
I'm writing all of this down. Writing it in hopes that some day a new resistance will come. Maybe the Andalites will finally drag their sorry tails down to Earth to save us. But I'm starting to lose hope on it. They haven't come yet. What makes me think they're coming now?
I'm not revealing the location of our little refugee center. Because if the Yeerks get their hands -or paws, or claws, or whatever- on this, then it's all over. And I won't let that happen, because it will have been my fault that this group of only fifty-something people end up in final count of a big fat zero.
I will not let the Yeerks take everyone. Somewhere, somehow, someone will remain free. I swear it on my own life.
"We're counting on you, Jake."
Cassie's words. The Animorphs haunt me with their words. Every day they torture me.
"You were my friends," I'll whisper whenever their words ring in my ears. Then I'll hear the chorus of laughter as the others say that I abandoned them. And then I'll turn away from them.
It seems to happen more often now. Am I going insane? Has the war just distorted my reality? Am I just making up the Animorphs' voices in my head?
It doesn't matter. I suppose I'll go nuts either way, even if...
I begin to form an idea. There's got to be some way to even the scores. One of those eye for an eye deals. And I'm getting a plan of just how to do that.
You would say I was crazy if you knew what I was about to do. Who knows, maybe I am. But Visser Three went too far when he killed my friends. Maybe I'll just have to get carried away myself.
I know it's going to hurt. I'll probably die from this stupid plan. But it just doesn't matter to me now. He took my friends, my fellow Animorphs, away from me. So now I'm taking him out. And most likely myself, too. But before I go...I'm just going to say this:
Never, ever give up. No matter what. Even if you've lost most of the cards in your deck, or if you know you can't win. You've got to keep trying anyways. Never let anyone shatter your hope. It's almost like...
Having to look at yourself in a broken mirror.