Marco's POV
"Ram the Blade Shi-"
BOOOOOOM!
"Jake, what the heck is that?" I yelled at our fearless leader.
"If I knew, don't you think I would be doing something about it?"
What seemed like a moving black hole was hurtling towards the Rachel and The One's insane, messed up ship. Another day in the life of the Animorphs. Wow, I haven't said that in a while.
"Does anybody know what the he-" Tobias began.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
Pieces of debris fell everywhere. An entire wall of the Rachel came off and was sucked into space. I grabbed a pipe-like piece of equipment and held on for dear life. Morph, damn it, morph! I yelled at myself. I pictured a male silverback gorilla, like I had done so many times before. Finally, the changes began.
I looked over to my right and noticed Jake struggling to hold on. His fingers were slipping and I didn't think like he was going to make it any longer.
Jake? Jake! I yelled, but before he could reply I was sucked into space, a half-human, half-gorilla freak.
And, of course, time happened to stop. Perfect.
Hello Marco.
((What do you want, Ellimist?))
I want this game to be over. I want peace in the galaxy. But most of all, I want the Animorphs back together.
((It's a little late for that, Ellimist. Rachel's dead, Jake's brain-dead, Tobias is a mess and Cassie has moved on!))
What caused all this Marco? The war ending?
((Don't ask me, you're the all-powerful Ellimist who never interferes with the lives of others!))
It was the war ending, Marco. And I want it to keep going. For at least a couple more years.
DING! Funny, time restarting makes a dinging sound. Not even a pop. Ding.
Time restarted and all of us, including the One, Jake, Tobias and me, were throne into the black hole. And a whole new reality, the one that was supposed to be, was created.