So I have been missing for, well, years. Still alive and a bug bit my arse to keep going in this story. Anyone still there?
I walked down the street, another day almost done. I started going back to school, it was easier now with my uncle dead, as sad of that was. It's not normal to be relieved at the death of family member, but who said I was normal. Craig was in love with the bottle, and he only has room for one love in his life, and the bottle made him mean, the kind of mean that a teenage girl should tell someone about. I wiped the thoughts from my mind, that was the past, I never have to wear bruises like badges of shame again. Like I said, I was glad he was gone.
Speaking of normal, why are the cops in front of my house? The lights blinded me, and the sirens were deafening.
I slowed my walk, almost to a stop. A cop turned, and started glaring at me with obvious suspicion in his eyes, "Dawn? Miss Summers?"
I did what any sane person would do a week after her uncle was murdered by a famous vampire, I turned and ran. I mean, I darted down the street, turned, circled back and ran some more. I could hear the footsteps a few paces behind me, seemingly coming ever closer despite my best efforts to push my body harder and faster.
Chances are they were controllers looking for the Yeerk that came out of my uncle when he was killed.
'You only need to get to a place you can morph to escape.'
"I know that!" And I was talking to myself. Again.
'Run, run, run.'
There are a number of reasons I needed to escape; the fate of our world, the fact I don't like alien slugs on my head, and the fact I look really horrible in Orange were at the top of the list. A really long list.
The more I ran the more footsteps I heard. Not far behind me the sirens had started getting closer not farther. I might outrun some cops, but I was never going to out run a car.
It was useless, I knew I wasn't going to get far enough ahead to make it to an isolated place. My movements slowed, then like an opossum playing dead I dropped.
What I should have done was braced myself because 200 hundred pounds of white, slightly overweight cop jumped right on me. Tears sprung in my eyes from the force and I was sure a rib cracked.
"You have the right to remain silent…" Not that I could talk if I wanted, hell, at that moment it hurt to breathe.
I folded my arms around me and glared at the tie. I refused to look at the detective in the eye, I refused to do much of anything since they dragged me into the dank little room with a two-way mirror and more than a few hidden cameras.
"Miss Summers, if Tobias did this you need to tell us where he is."
Let's back up a few. See the police chased me down and dragged me to the station because they couldn't find Tobias. I wasn't sure why it was important, but in their search of Toby they found my uncle missing. The missing uncle lead to a search of the house, which found blood, a lot of it. Very little that was actually Craig's because Spike had broken his neck, but enough to drag me in to 'investigate' his possible murder.
"You know, it's funny. All records of you have been modified within the last year, as if you were slipped into your own life. I am left wondering if you are an Andalite nothit."
I looked up then, my eyes growing wide with shock. Damn. Think, think. "Are you calling a crackhead? Is 'a Light' some cop code for a druggy?"
Nice recovery.
"We know who Tobias' father is, I know at least, and you cannot tell me you have left him alone all this time."
I gave a blank look. Not out of teenage angst but honest confusion, "If he a mobster? Like with a suit? Did he take uncle Craig? Look man, I don't know anything about Toby's dad, other than he walked out on Aunt Lauren when she was barely late for her period."
He narrowed his eyes and for the first time I looked at him rather than his tie. He was overweight, not by a little like the cop that body slammed me a few hours ago, but by a grotesque amount. As he talked his neck skin flapped like Ol'Glory. His eyes were beady and his brows need trimming. But the thin sheet of sweat the covered his face make me feel sorry for him. The actual guy, not the Yeerk in his brain. I have been there; I remember everyday what it was like to have no control to have my whole life on display like a sick movie. It was one of the worst experiences of my life. Sometimes the Yeerk couldn't control the bodies unintentional functions. Sweat was one of them. If the host was afraid the body still could react.
"At school you are a loner, only talking to people when you have to," Wiggle, wiggle this man had Mitch McConnell beat. "People have seen you talking to birds." He grinned like he had me caught.
I sighed, "So, I am a witch, lots of people in Sunnydale are," This was true, "Haven't you ever heard of Silverwolf? We totally are not evil devil worshippers. And if that is what you are playing at I will have a lawyer tear you apart sooo bad."
I closed my eyes and when I opened them I went back to staring at the ugly green tie. Actually the buttons under the tie was more interesting, I could make bets with myself on rather the buttons were going to bust under the stress of holding together a shirt that was made for a man at least two sizes smaller.
I didn't hear what he said next because another voice was in my head. {Dawn? You are all over the TV. They said you were brought down to the station.}
The controller already thought I was an Andalite, talking to myself was not going to help. So I stayed silent to both.
{We will figure something out. I am going Cassie, both Ax and I. We'll tell the others what happened, what really happened.
Goddess I hope didn't tell the WHOLE story. I didn't know how the other were going to take the idea of Vampire and demons but I really hoped I was there to tell them.
It didn't take much longer of me being silent before the controller came to the conclusion that I either wasn't an Andalite or that I wasn't going to talk.
I was put in a holding cell. I was being charged with resisting arrest. Of course, how was I resisting arrest if they didn't have anything to arrest me for but resisting arrest? Giving up I flopped on the lone bed in the room. Immediately I knew that was a bad idea as my ribs jarred against the hard cot. I started thinking. It wasn't safe to morph in any common area. After all, we didn't want the Yeerks discovering we were Human (ish) and not Andalites.
I looked at the stainless steel toilet in the corner, needing to use the bathroom wasn't going to work as a feasible plan.
{Dawn,} It was Ax this time.
"Hey," I whispered. Not knowing of he could hear me, if he was outside there was a good chance I really was talking to myself.
{I am in fly morph; I don't have much time because it took me a while to find you. Fortunately I knew your smell and followed it.} Know my smell? OOKKay. Something buzzed by my ear and I nearly swatted at it before the light bulb went off in my brain. Duh.
"So you can hear me?" Keeping my voice low, hoping any equipment wouldn't pick it up too well.
{Yes.} That was Ax, lots of short honest answers.
"It is controllers. They were looking for Tobias. And probably the Yeerk in my uncle although they didn't say so."
{They have caught on to the fact you are humans?} He asked stunned.
"No, they think I am an Andalite, was one, because of whoever Tobias' father is. I don't know Ax, nothing made a lot of sense but I was too afraid, and shocked to trick them into elaborating."
He didn't answer right away. Finally, he started, {I am not sure, but now you cannot just morph and disappear.
"What?" That was a bit louder than I meant to be.
{Listen to me,} He started again, {If they think you are an Andalite they must think you are a nothlit,}
I nodded, he was right.
{If you disappear they will know you can morph which means you will reveal that you are in fact human. Although, I don't know why they haven't infected you yet.}
"Too many cameras and probably not enough of the force are controllers." I had already pondered this and came to the said conclusions, "So I am stuck in jail? While you what? Never mind, it's okay I will just sit tight and deal. Right? That is what I am just supposed to do. You guys don't need me; I just get in the way. Crazy Dawnie!"
{We are going to figure it out.}
"Right, because I see Jake suddenly rushing in." I shouldn't be taking this out on Ax, he was an outsider too. It was not his fault the others didn't see eye to eye with me. I was the one that kept the others out of the loop, telling only Ax and Tobias, and only because I was forced by a yeerk in my head. Then Cassie only because I needed to save Spike.
{I am here.} It was almost a whisper in my mind, but enough to break my heart.
I didn't respond because I WAS crying then. I didn't want to be doing this but the stress was getting too much way too fast. I was officially a POW in a war no one knew we were fighting. And I was throwing words with one of the only people that cared enough to come and try to figure a way for me to get out.
{I have to go. I have use 80 percent of my time.}
"I'm sorry, Ax, please don't be mad at me. I just don't know what to do and I am scared." It was very hard to whisper and cry.
{You have always been brave. But that does not mean you are never afraid, it means that you can push it aside for the greater good. Don't let this break you. Tobias and I will find a way to get you if we have to do it ourselves.} I could tell he was already leaving because his speech was getting fainter. Much like earlier when Toby was talking to me from the outside. {I will be back. We won't leave you alone.}
Even if I answered at the point he wouldn't have heard me. So I closed my eyes and let sleep take me over.
A blinding white light woke me up. I took a moment to adjust, "Your social worker is here."
I looked at the female cop that had come to collect me. She was pretty, with short blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. The pity in her eyes told me she probably wasn't a controller, just a woman wondering why it was so important to keep a teenage girl locked up.
"Yay!" I cried sarcastically.
The cop raised her eye brow as she stepped aside to reveal woman with dark brown curly hair.
"Hello Dawn, how are you doing?"
"Peachy, you know jail is all so fun!" I replied, rolling my eyes.
"Look Miss Summers, my job is to make sure you are taken care of, and since you have no legal guardian that will become my job now. When you talk to the cops I will be there, when you… If you go to trail, I will be the one to consult with your lawyer with you."
I froze, "There is a trail for resisting arrest?"
The woman looked at the cop, "She hasn't been told?"
The Blonde blinked at her, "I was told she already knew."
Sighing she looked back at me, I really didn't like the look in her eyes, "Your uncle's body was found, you are being charged with murder."
I just looked at her. And looked and blinked as all words refused to come out.
"I am Hailey, Dawn, and I will be with you all day as the detectives speak to you, since nothing you said last night can be used due to the fact you didn't have a guardian and they could not obtain permission to speak to you."
She wasn't lying, she was with me all day. As I was taken from room to room and questioned. Where was Tobias? Did he help kill my uncle? Who helped me dispose of the body?
I tried to defend myself, I truly did. I told them Craig was a drunk, sometimes he disappeared for days at a time especially after he got his checks, that I never knew he was dead. Yes, I ran, but I was worried about the joint in my backpack. Okay, there was no joint but there was some in the house from my uncle and if I claimed they were mine it gave me a reason to run, clever huh?
But it was like they saw right through me. Of course it didn't help that some unknown number of them were controllers and since they thought I was an Andalite there wasn't anything I could say that would be taken seriously anyway.
"She is an Andalite liar." One of them whispered.
"That is it!" Hailey said standing up, "You are treating her unfairly and now calling her names," she waved her hand, "Although I don't know what that means I can tell by the venom in your voice it is not the type of thing a grown man should call a young girl."
I grunted.
"Dawn, what do you want to do, do you wish to get a lawyer?" She squatted down in front of me.
"She cannot have anything she had no rights. Andalites are not covered under the constitution." The fat one said.
"Again stop calling her that!" She was still looking at me, "What so YOU wish Dawn?"
I really should have known better, "I wish I was a normal girl. That Buffy was a normal girl, and we were never dragged into anything within ten feet of destiny. That I was born not created, and that I wasn't forced into a war with space slugs!"
"Aha!" The fat one exclaimed.
But he never has a chance to do anything because Hailey's face changed, damn, she was a demon. She smiled as she looked at the controller, "Wish Granted."
So this is only part of the chapter because I didn't know if anyone was still interested. This takes place during the Forgotten, hence the chapter's name but isn't actually related to the plot of the book. So I have lost the whole story that I has written out and am starting out anew. I have not prewritten books ahead like I had before so the plot holes maybe less filled in and I don't mind that being pointed out as we go…. because I am rewriting most of the story, which is already different than it was years ago. Certain plans are still going to hold because I loved some ideas I came up with years ago. (Connor will be replacing a certain hated Animorph character in later chapters) Can use a beta because I lost contact with mine years ago when life came and kicked me a few time.
