Just a short chapter before I have to actually do real work. Sending emails, printing off homework, ect. I'll try to write more later although I may not get to post more till Monday.

Marco

We ended up demorphing in some human controller's quarters. It was a nice change from the storage closet we usually end up in. And it also allowed Ax and I access to a computer. Jake and the others had begun to morph Hork-Bajir. While Rachel began tearing up another blue leotard so we would have our blue bands. For once it seemed a plan was actually working.

"Alright Ax, let's see if we can find where they are keeping Loren." He stood beside me his hands flying over the holographic symbols on the computer. I really want one of these computers.

(Ah, Prince Jake, it seems Loren's location is being kept a secret or else she is already dead. There is no record of her in the computer anywhere, however I did find out where they were keeping Visser One. )

"Good work Ax. See if you can find out anything else, maybe unusual places the Visser has been?" Jake seemed pleased.

I was worried, what if Elfangor betrayed us. What if he really was working for the yeerks and just used Loren's name because he knew that we wouldn't be able to say no. I needed to calm down, but the thought a very painful death in the torture chambers of Visser Three was not very reassuring.

I was just about to voice my suspicions to Jake when a soft thought-speak voice was in my head.

(Jake, Marco? Can you hear me?)
(Yeah, barely.)

(We need a new plan. But first I need to know is there really a Yeerk Peace Movement?) That he was skeptical there was no doubt.

Jake smiled that fierce Hork-Bajir grin, (Yes Elfangor there is a Yeerk Peace Movement. Why?)

(I'm in a drop shaft, a broken one, with Sub-Visser Twenty Three, she says she's a member of the movement. She made the drop shaft break so that I could contact you. It seems the Visser is holding Loren someplace secret, and he plans on infesting me to find out the location of the Andalite bandits. Naturally this is to ensure my cooperation and speed my route to his torture chamber.)

I felt my stomach get queasy. I had once again spoken to soon.

(We'll try and come up with a plan, so just do what you have to do until then.)

(I have one, and you can tell Marco this is why I end plans with 'Or something like that?') Great he was still making jokes. (Okay, new plan.)

Loren

I know what fear is.

Fear is not knowing where you'll get the strength to take your next breath and waking up hoping to die. Fear is thinking the rest of your life will be a black dismal world where someone will tell you who to be and where to go because you can't do it or yourself. I have felt that fear, I have face death and the thought of living a life worse than death.

Now I am not afraid.

I have been tortured and beaten, I don't even know for how many days. And I am not broken. I am strong. There comes a peace with knowing you can't hurt more than you already have.

When I lost my memory, my sight and the son I don't remember, I lost pieces of me. Then when I thought I lost everything else, I forgot what made life so precious. My family has long forgotten about me, after the accident they thought I was going to vegetative for the rest of my life. They left me in the care of a nursing home to die, but I am a fighter and somehow I recovered. Then I went to the courts so that I could check myself out.

It took years but finally I regained some sense of normalcy. Up until a week ago I was working at a school for the blind teaching young children to read Braille and using my off days to volunteer at a women's shelter. At least I think it was a week ago. In the end it doesn't matter, all that matter's is not giving up. I will not die here. I hope.

Visser Three, he doesn't scare me. He can cause me pain, but I've dealt with pain before. He can even kill me, but that's it. That's the worst he can do. I don't think he'll kill me, he keeps muttering about someone called Elfangor. He's using me as bait.

I think he's afraid.

In my dark cell I have nothing to do but think. He keeps a force field around me, at first I though I was in a regular room. Then I ran into the force field and the shock laid me out for hours.

When he is not here I sleep. I dream, and in my dreams I am free. In my dreams I see him, not the Visser. The other one. The one whose back I'm riding, and we're running from the Visser. The one who became the human man, and married me. Maybe my mind is going, and it's just glimpses of my old life and mixing with this new hell. Random neurons firing through the wall of my memory trying to make sense of everything. Maybe, or maybe somehow I'm remembering.

I'm so hungry…