A/N: My Animorphs/original world crossover. I didn't notice until I was typing it up that Chapter 1 is in third person limited instead of first person like the rest of the story. It works so well this way, though, that I don't feel like changing it.
Enmer
"Here it is, Visser."
Enmer 5223 couldn't stop his host's jaw from trembling. Stupid scientist. Never could believe that someone would take advantage of his theories. The man cringed inside his own mind, knowing that he had, by his knowledge, just unleashed a terrible evil upon not just one world, but many...
Enmer loved to terrorize this pathetic human. He had been chosen because of his firm hand. The superiors told of this host's great likeliness to rebel, but Enmer had searched the professor's mind and found only cowardice. Obviously his superiors were wrong about Dr. Manuel Bythera's willpower.
But not about his brainpower. The man's research and theories could advance humans several millennia in cosmic development if another understood their intricacies. Enmer scoffed. Bythera was though a fool and faker by his own race, only making the cause of Enmer's race easier.
"Thank you, 5223." The Visser took the device from Enmer's hands, smiling down at the metal like she had just received a new toy and not the most powerful weapon ever made. "Your promotion to sub-visser will be duly noted."
Sub-visser! Enmer had given universal domination to the Yeerks and he would be named a sub-visser?!
He worked his host's unwilling jaw. "Visser," he pleaded, "surely..."
"Dismissed, 5223," came the visser's sharp command. Enmer left in disgust, unable to watch his superior gloat over his work that she would get credit for.
Enmer walked his host into the apartment. A split second later, the swift coup ended, and the body Enmer had controlled for so long had won. Except one freedom: hearing.
"Yes, slime," the real Dr. Bythera whispered, "you'll hear your death sentence."
Enmer's helpless body crouched, unable to leave and relinquish his last tenuous hold on his host - no, his former host.
"After you handed over the device, you thought this was all over. You let your guard down, Yeerk, and you'll pay with your life." Bythera paused thoughtfully. "I'll love the screams as you starve."
Crazed, no longer rational, Enmer tried to abandon his host and get away. Bythera easily plucked up the helpless slug.
"On second thought, I have better things to do than hang around for three days," the professor stated calmly. "Goodbye, Enmer." His soft, seemingly absent-minded voice never betrayed the cold, hard will that could totally deceive a Yeerk, that could seem to be other than it was even to one that had access to every tiny bit of Bythera's mind... theoretically. Now Enmer saw his doom: underestimating.
Blind, panicked, unable to believe, Enmer knew only one thing. He was about to die.
The end came in a sea of pain.