Animorphs
The Ancient
(A fan fiction)
Okay, this is my first fanfiction. Sorry the chapter's kind of short. Chapter Two will be posted soon.
Chapter One
Awaken.
I sat up bolt right, my head hitting the bottom of my bunk bead painfully. "Ow," I said plainly, stupidly, holding my head. Wait. Bunk bead? I didn't have a bunk bead. But... I did now? I shook my head – which throbbed in pain – and got up to investigate. Opening the bedroom door, I stepped out into the hall, and shivered. It was freezing!
I made my way to the thermostat. 32 degrees Fahrenheit?! "Lunatics," I muttered, turning the temperature up to 75.
I walked into the kitchen to find my mother making breakfast. "'Morning, mom," I said, not bothering to bring up the thermostat incident. It was probably just an accident, anyway. No big deal.
"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess," I replied in a low murmur.
That's when my mom turned around. Okay, it's really – and I mean really – hard to tell you exactly how wrong she looked. First of all, her eyes... Well, her eyes weren't really eyes, per Se, but more like black glass balls. Her face was twisted and contorted, dead-looking, so she looked kinda like those zombies from Resident Evil.
"Y-you're not my mom." I said shakily, yet matter-of-factly.
"What do you mean, honey?" she asked inncoently. "OF COURSE I'M YOUR MOTHER!" She said the last part with the voice of a demon, and then she changed into a bat-like demon creature, her eyes burning red, but the color pulsating like fire, orange and yellow and red around the edges.
And then she lunged at me with such ferocity, I didn't bother to fight back, as a feeling of doom and despair enveloping me. Besides, I deserved whatever I got. For what I had done, for I had let happen, I deserved to die.
Then she cut my head off with a single strike. And the whole world was spinning around me as my head flew through the air. "NEVER touch my thermostat, honey," my mother said – her voice back to normal, though her body was not – picking up my head, bringing it to eye level. And then she shoved me into her beak-like mouth and everything went black as I went down... down...
Down.
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I woke up screaming and sweating. Not that I wasn't used to that. Nightmares had been a common thing for me ever since Rachel and Tom died. But this was different. It had been so... realistic. And yet I knew that I had never seen anything such as that before. It had to be a warning. It just had to be. No one has dreams as vivid or twisted as that. And I swore that I had seen that creature before... So it must have been a warning.
But a warning for what? What had the dream been trying to tell me? I understood that I was now in danger, but from what? I decided to put those thoughts out of my mind and try to have a normal day. A normal day for me, at least. The kitchen was empty, but the time was 9:30, so my parents must have already left. I proceeded to pour myself a bowl of cereal and ate rather slowly. When I was done – after like 15 minutes – I cleaned out my bowl and went outside.
And I just sat there on the grass I thought about different things for a little while – mostly about the war with the Yeerks and all I had done and those whose deaths I was responsible for – but after awhile I just stared into space. I'm not really sure how much time passed with me just sitting there, but after awhile the thought of Rachel and my brother Tom returned to me. I wondered if I could really have stopped their deaths. Could there – would there – have been any other way. Oh, how I wished that I knew. More importantly, I wished I had know at the time.
Then, almost involuntarily, I got up from the grass and walked the short distance to my car. I got in, and put the key in the ignition. Only then did it occur to me that I had the same closed on that I had worn yesterday. It didn't really matter, though. I wouldn't need clean clothes for this. I pulled out of the driveway and made my way down the road.
I was going to go see Rachel today.
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