Disclaimer; I do not own Animorphs. Nor do I own Jake, Marco, Tobias, Cassie, Rachel, Ax or Visser Three. Although I do own the Moraphay, Ray, Kai, Luciel, Milo, Tyra and Fang. Yaaah.
Thank you to Traycon3 for reviewing the last chapter! And thanks to Sarah Mercury, Metamorphstorm, and Traycon3 for reviewing the chapter before that. X.x
Traycon3; You not aloud to destroy me anymore. Or, in Marco words, keel me. XD Hehe. Although the update soon thing was cool. I'm not sure if I can do it again, soon, because I'm still working on the next chapter. Called 'The torture of topic-changing'.
Does anyone out there want something to happen in the story? I have a few cool things that are going to happen, like the reason Luciel had lost his memory and the reason why Fang is a wolf- and why he don have an andalite name. But I need mooreh. If you have any ideas, just review 'em. If you don't want anyone to know what'll happen, so it's a surprise, PM me it. I won't put every idea in, tho. That'd be nuts. -Cackles-
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Rachel
I felt blind, deaf and dumb. And I was that that particular moment. Fleas aren't all that great in those categories. Or any other, as a matter of fact.
(Does anyone recognise you?) Cassie questioned fearfully. She was somewhere in the tangled mess of rope-thick hairs, like I was. I think Marco and Jake were on Tobias's head, too, but I'm still not sure.
I felt Tobias's head move from side to side as he shook his head. Clinging on for dear life, I waited for an answer.
(No, no one's calling out 'intruder' or 'andalite bandit',) he thought-spoke back as he slipped through the many Controllers' in the Yeerk pool complex. (But one kid, about our age, with black hair, he, well…)
(Well what?) I demanded, frustrated. We relied on Tobias for our sight and hearing, although he wasn't making me feel very secure!
(He was staring, as if he knew me. I'm pretty sure I've never met him before.)
('Pretty sure' could mean anything, Tobias,) Marco said, his thought-speak thick with angry sarcasm. He was feeling the same was I was, I think.
Jake stayed silent. I wish I knew what he was thinking to reach the conclusion he reached. (Hey, Tobias?)
(Yeah, Jake?)
(Can you still see the kid?)
(Umm…no. I know where he went, though. Into a side room, it looked very plain. Why?)
The silence stretched as Jake refused to answer for a minute. (Follow him.)
(WHAT?!)
Marco, Tobias and I screamed the same word at the same time. Jake had barely finished saying 'him' when we said it. I couldn't believe he risked putting us in a position like that. Cassie just mumbled, (Be quiet, guys.)
Didn't work.
(He recognised Tobias from before he vanished! It could be a trap! Hell, Visser Three might be in there!)
Marco.
(We should have never started this mission without Ax,) Cassie said heavily.
Marco's screaming was frustrating me as well as Jake. (Yes, I know it could be a trap; I know all the risks. Can't you just trust me on this one?)
We fell into silence. It was silent, except for the sound of wind through Tobias's hair, which I strained to hear. Tobias was probably the only one who heard voices. That weren't inside his head.
Tobias made his decision. (I'm going. If someone disagrees, they can jump off now,) he said firmly. I bet it was directed at Marco.
None of us moved. We were loyal – and we wouldn't run away from what could be, not a trap, but a rebellion. More chance of being a trap.
Our nothlit friend opened the door to the side room, which made me realise we'd moved, and it let out a whoosh even I could hear. Without looking at his surroundings, he carefully closed the door behind him.
A hand clasped over Tobias's mouth and he gave out a startled cry. Then, in our heads, two cool words were spoken.
(Demorph. Now.)
There was no challenge, no demand of a reason. It almost felt like I was a robot programmed to do this voice's bidding.
Once I had fully demorphed, I let out a silent breath of thanks that I wasn't stuck in that horrid morph. When the rest finished demorphing the hand was removed from Tobias's mouth, and we were face-to-face with a group of teens about our age, if not a little older.
One guy, he was wearing a white wig (it looked like a wig, and still does), stepped forward and grinned. "I'm Luciel. You are?"
"I'm not liking this," Marco retorted stubbornly.
Luciel's grin just widened. "Nice to meet you, Not Liking This!"
An older girl, who looked about seventeen, slapped Luciel across the cheek. "I've already told you: there's no time for your crap."
He rubbed his cheek but said nothing more, slinking to the side of a girl sitting with a laptop.
"I'm Jake. This is Cassie, Marco and Tobias. Are you…?" He decided not to day the word 'rebellion', just in case they were Yeerks.
The girl shrugged. Her bored green eyes reminded me of Luciel's bright emerald ones, which made me wonder if they were siblings. "Ray, Milo and Tyra. I'm Kai. You already know Luciel." She nodded to each of the others as she said their name.
Milo, a short-haired brunette, grinned. "If you want, you can call me Malo. Or, for your andalite friend, Malovara-Sakuei-Tosyahp."
We stared. Kai explained: "Milo's an andalite. Fang…I guess he is, too. But he's a wolf nothlit. We're a rebellion agaist the Yeerks. Battling them for four years straight."
"Four?" Luciel interjected. "Last time, you said three!" he frowned, looking betrayed.
She rolled her eyes. "That was last year, Luciel. Last year."
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-Kaisong.
