Chapter Thirteen: Out Comes Elias

Kimberly

When I was ten, Mom saw that I started to like drawing. She became excited and wanted to teach me stuff about art during her free time. Bax and I were surprised that she was artistic at that time. She didn't seem like the type.

Mom was driving us to the art store to buy materials back then and I was looking out the car window. It was a red light so I could see everything around me still. That time looking around sometimes made me think how big the people and buildings were.

But the people walking along the pavement didn't catch my eye. It was actually a small brown bird in an alley. A skinny cat had cornered it there with its paw on top and glared at it hungrily. Right there, I wondered if what the bird was feeling.

I didn't know what happened after that. The lights went green and we drove off.

I now knew how that small bird must have felt. Afraid, helpless, knowing there was no way out.

I was that bird. The man smiling at me evilly was the cat. The cat that happily and finally caught its prey.

The blue centaur was badly injured. The hawk couldn't get up. I was just too terrified to do anything.

Nobody could save them from him, whatever he is. What's more...I doubt I was going to be saved too...but...

Can somebody help us?

Rachel

(What could possibly get worse?)

I said that a couple of minutes ago. The reason was that my day, which I was so looking forward because school was canceled, started from bad to really bad to really REALLY bad.

The morning began with Jordan and Sara, in their defense, 'accidentally' ripping one of my favorite shirts, which I went and attempted to kill them both. Then my hairdryer broke down on me in the middle of drying my hair. THEN I found out the new sale, the sale I wanted to go before David was thrown into U2 like a bag of potatoes, was still delayed because of shipping problems.

And just when I wanted to talk my day of misery to my faithful friend, Cassie, she came to me as a wolf saying that Ax was in trouble and needed help pronto.

I gathered Jake and Marco as quickly as I could – obviously, I had to drag Marco with my bare hands before he realized how serious things were. We morphed into our battle morphs and hurried to the scene.

And when I said what could possibly get worse, I soon found out it have just gotten a lot worse than I expected.

Ax and Tobias was down, badly injured and there was David, appeared out of the blues some time ago.

Kimberly was there too, being taunted by David. I didn't know what he did, but the scratches and her frightened face gave me more reason to pound his face to the ground.

And we saw the black-suited woman, only...

...she was just lying there, her head completely to one side and soaked in a pool of blood.

She wasn't moving.

(Tobias!) I shouted. (Are you alright?)

(Oh, peachy.)

I couldn't help but be a little relieved. He still had his humor for a while before he groaned in pain a couple of times.

(Hey, that should be my line!) Marco blurted.

"Well, well. The rest of the Cavalry has finally arrived."

I growled angrily. David looked at us with that disturbing evil look in his eyes. I didn't like this new David.

Then again, I never liked David from the start.

We knew him as a kid who joined us after an incident and he betrayed us. In the end, we turned him into a rat nothlit and dumped him on an isolated place where he wouldn't be a threat anymore.

That was the last we saw or heard of him.

Until now, that is.

"So you've all come to save the damsel in distress, huh? That's very unlike you all. You wouldn't waste your time on this girl. Not when you have so much at stack. Oh, yes. Especially if she has a way of seeing things," David exclaimed.

Kimberly trembled but she stared at him with uncertainty, wondering what the heck he was talking about.

"But then again," he started and gave an insane and intimidating stare at us. "I won't let you have that chance, now will I?"

(Step away, David,) Jake ordered.

David sneered.

"And what if I don't?"

(Then I'll pulverize you!) I yelled.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." He heaved a sigh. "Always the tough warrior. Always the one who fights without talking first. I used to like that in you. I wanted to take you out first right from the very beginning."

The way he spoke somehow sent shivers down my spine. This was something new, a new part I never saw in David. The kid David, actually. Not the adult.

"But everything changes. Time goes on and on and I eventually changed my mind. It's not you I want to kill. No, I want to start with this girl. I want to hear her scream, to watch her cry for her dear Mummy as I break every bone in her fragile body."

Kimberly was now terrified. Hearing what he was going to do, it made her eyes wide open with sheer terror. But she didn't budge into a frightened dash. She just stood still, her feet rooted to the ground. Her hands drew to her ears and tried to deafen his words.

"You're second in place, Rachel. I'd take the pleasure of killing you then. Then it's fearless Jake. And Marco next."

Marco gulped.

"Then come Ax and Tobias. And finally kind and sweet Cassie. So I can admire the look on your grim face throughout the whole killing."

Cassie gasped softly as she paced back in fright.

"And it's all thanks to that woman over there. It was her who motivated me to come after your friend here. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be here enjoying my fun, watching your faces as I kill one of you in front of your very eyes. Slowly...and painfully."

Jake's orange fur stood on ends. The more he listened, the more he wanted to take David down and let the tiger's instinct snap his neck in his jaws.

"And I've saved the best part. Elias will get to watch you helplessly as you die, one by one." David stared at the sky, mesmerized by his sick wish. "Unable to save you, unable to stop me. That'll be my thank-you present to her."

(You've said enough,) Jake growled. (Everyone, get into position! Ax, Tobias, morph into something so you can heal!)

"Oh, Jake, the Great Leader," David uttered. "You should know better. I said I wasn't going to let you have the chance."

He raised his hand and waved his bloody fingers.

"Not when I have the upper hand."

Nails began to sharpen as hair grew and thickened into ginger and green fur. The awful sounds of bones crackling loudly came from his arm. Muscles ripened and the monstrous claws stretched down to his knees.

He just morphed, only his arm. But we knew that was just the start. The start of what?

Seeing the monstrosity right before her, Kimberly's mouth gapped open. Her hands dropped from her ears. I could tell there was one thing in her mind right now.

What was going on?

Then the arm swung.

SWISSH!

It happened so fast. Kimberly didn't see it coming. Nor did she realize she was pushed back by force. But when she felt the pain, she clutched a wet spot on her right shoulder and screamed frantically.

David slashed her with that claw.

(No!) Ax yelled.

"Oh, in case you didn't know, I have been collecting new 'varieties' for some time," David said with a sneer and waved up his arm for display. The alien eyes and his glanced sinisterly at us.

(She isn't part of this!) Jake ordered. (It's us you want!)

"Oh," he sang evilly. His round pupils began to change into black slits. "But she is. More than you know it."

I could tell Kimberly knew she was in a whole lot of trouble. Even if we were there, there was a big disadvantage. David had her in reach and one complete morph could kill her. If she'd run, David would probably come after her. If she did anything reckless, he'd finish her off with one blow.

She was his target, one and only. Kimberly knew that all too well.

"W-Why...?" she exclaimed.

David glanced over her shoulder. That seemed to stop his morphing.

"Why…are you doing this?"

His monstrous arm started to demorph. Little by little but still with sharp claws and fur and sleeve.

"Well, well, well. Hear that?" David shouted with glee. "She wants to know. She's so curious to know what's going on."

He glanced at her with the evilest smile I had ever seen. More threatening than Visser Three's.

"Haven't you heard? Curiosity killed the cat."

Kimberly shivered uncontrollably.

"What...did I do wrong to you?" she asked with as much bravery as she possibly could. "What d-did I do...?"

"What?"

He burst into crazy laughter.

"This gets better every second! It's not what you did now or before, lovely," he told her. "It's what you're going to do that pisses me off. It's who you'll become. The things that you will do stand in my way. The things that you will change and the things you will meddle with. All because you are here! You are present!"

What did he mean by that? What she will do jeopardizes him?

Okay, he was seriously a lunatic psychopath.

(Jake, now is a good time to bash his head!) I told him quietly, waiting for him to give the signal.

"You're c-crazy...!" Kimberly uttered frightfully.

"Really? Am I now?"

He grabbed her by the jacket and lifted her up swiftly. Kimberly shrieked with fright, clutching her arm tight to stop the bleeding. We jumped, ready to rush in and attack. But David had Kimberly in his grasp. We couldn't risk getting Kimberly hurt.

"Last time I checked, I was saner than you are," he spat. "You, my friend, are the one who's nothing but a ghost! But you don't even know that! You're completely clueless about everything!"

Kimberly cried terribly, begging him to let her go.

"But I'll tell you. You deserve to know before you have your last moments." He grinned widely, admiring the thick apprehension in her eyes. "But where to start? There's just so much to say and so little time. I wonder which interesting topic I should pick. Maybe a little something that there is an invasion going on, that there are these little leeches taking over people's minds and ruling this rotten world. Or maybe you'd like to know what's going to happen after you are gone."

A whimper escaped her mouth.

"No, no, those are just the little chit-chats." David shot a mad glance at us. "How about telling her about you guys? You've been so keen on trying to help her. She should at least know who her heroes are before she dies."

(Oh man! He's really going to spill the beans!) Marco uttered.

(You wouldn't dare,) Jake growled.

"Of course, I would. After all, she's seen you every night. She has seen what you did, every mission you did to stop those parasites from taking over this Earth. She might even have seen who you really are and don't even know about it," David explained madly.

Did he know about her dreams? Damn it! This was really getting out of hand.

"But I am a generous man. There are so many more to talk about. I could tell her about you later," he said. "Better yet, I have a great topic to start off."

He let go of Kimberly and glanced at the dead woman with such insane eyes.

"I should tell them about you."

(Why her?)

He didn't hear Marco. David was in his own twisted world.

"How about it, Elias? Should I? Should I tell them all about you and your little goal?"

The woman lying there said and did nothing in response.

"Yeah, I should, shouldn't I? They'd love to hear why after these eight years, you've just have to make an entrance," David taunted. "It was so rude of me to forget my manners. Everyone's here and they're so eager to know."

Eight years?

"I'm going to tell them, Elias. All the secrets and all the truth put in a nice little package. Everything...about you, about me...and about them," he said, turning his cold stare at Kimberly. "And most of all..."

Kimberly panicked and crawled away from him. She hurriedly got onto her feet but she was still scared out of her wits, unable to make a run for it. She backed away fearfully and slowly, watching David's psychopathic glance lock on her like a hawk.

"...It has to do with you."

"W-What are you talking about...?" Kimberly uttered dreadfully.

"You want to know? Hear that, Elias. She wants to know! Alright, I'll tell ya since you're so interested." David drew close to her face and stared down with insane eyes. "That frickin' woman lying dead is-"

BANG!

His head suddenly jerked back and his eyes went wide and hollow in an instant. Red droplets sprayed from a small hole in his forehead as he flopped backward to the ground.

Dead.

I looked for his shooter and I was both greatly and terribly shocked.

Smoke drifted from the gun barrel. The strange-looking pistol was held firm. The left hand gripped it strong, aimed straight at where David's head had been.

But they all belonged to the dead woman.

In the back of my mind, I was shouting it wasn't possible. I must be having delusions. Because it just wasn't possible that she could shoot David with one shot after being butchered.

It wasn't even possible she could still be alive after that!

Could it?

The other hand gave a twitch. Five fingers slowly curled together into a fist before they spread out.

She slowly pushed herself up. More blood dripped from her gapping wound.

Then, something happened. Something strange happened that I knew not even any scientist from here or outer space could explain. Unless they really could because heck! I wanted to know what just happened!

My eyes couldn't help but be wide with total shock.

The blood that was dribbling down in a rapid pace suddenly slowed down. At that moment, they stopped. As if time had frozen them for a second or two and then they moved again.

In reverse.

The red droplets were streaming back into the hole in her torso.

The pool of blood below her began to shimmer. Droplets soon rose up into her wound like raindrops dribbling towards the sky and not to the ground.

She moved her legs and tried to get up. She was slow and sluggish as she got up.

Out of the blue, muscles in her wound started to stretch and entangle with each other. The sound of bones snapped loudly like a jigsaw putting in place.

It was as if watching a part of an anatomy in high speed. I quickly wondered if this was...what was that words I hear in comics geeks were always saying? Regeneration?

Oh my gosh. She could regenerate.

But couldn't she do it in a less disgusting way?

The woman was now on her feet. Her hands crept up to her helmet and clenched her head.

She gave it one strong turn.

CRACK!

She snapped it into place.

Kimberly flinched at the sound, one bloodstained hand covering her mouth in a state of fright. I wanted to scream but I held it in and watched the horror show as the woman stood up wearily and looked at us with no interest in her white lifeless eye behind the broken screen.

That eye turned blue, filled up with cold-heartedness and life.

This was mind-boggling. THIS should be from some kind of movie with special effects or CG! What the heck was going on!?

Torso muscles knitted collectively as the last drops of blood wormed its way through the tissue. Skin grew over the ghastly exposed muscles.

Finally the missing latex from her suit materialized, veiling her smooth skin.

The woman stood there boldly with her strength back. It was like nothing had ever happened. She was never killed.

She should have been.

(We're dealing with the undead!?) Marco finally screamed, breaking the awful silence. (Quick! Somebody get the chainsaw!)

"That was real cocky of you."

The voice made Kimberly – even us – grow fearful. It was coming from behind her and she dared not look.

She looked over her shoulder anyway.

David stood behind her, glancing menacingly with a smirk at the black-suited woman. Red liquid dripped into his mouth as the bullet hole in his head suddenly closed up like magic.

Kimberly finally budged and backed away hastily but she tripped and fell.

David didn't pay attention to her clumsiness. His eyes were deadlock on the woman named Elias.

"Then again, everything you do is cocky."

(He's undead too?! COME ON! How the heck are we supposed to beat him?!) Marco hollered.

David whipped off the blood on his white sleeve, his grimly insane smile never leaving. A great moment of silence hung in the air but it lasted for just a few minutes.

"So what now?" David asked, breaking the quietness. "Shall we fight like always? You the hero protecting these brats and I the villain attending to rip you to pieces?"

She said nothing in response, only glared at him coldly.

Her free hand moved slowly.

"Don't even think about it."

David's hand morphed back to the hideous claw and spread its four fingers at Kimberly. She quivered uncontrollably, yellow eyes staring back at her.

"One word...one word to them and it will be over! It's just you and me. Got it?" he snarled.

The woman, who David called her Elias, drew back her hand down. But the other tightened on the gun.

Then it started to glow white and blue. Just as it did before. Only this time, it changed into something different. Its handle straightened and split apart, creating two instead of one. The barrel elongated and flattened rapidly, its end sharpening into a point.

The neon lights followed along with the shaping barrel until the modification stopped and the black color flushed away into a metallic green tint.

It was no longer the strange gun.

It was a new strange weapon, a sword. A very deadly bizarre sword.

"That's more like it!" he said vulgarly and began to charge, leaving Kimberly behind.

Elias hurtled. She was incredibly fast, her weapon readied by her side. At midpoint, she swayed it at David but he barricaded himself with his massive claw. A couple of vigorous swings were thrown at each other.

At the fourth attack, Elias' free hand gripped on the second handle. She swung the sword with all her might. So did David with his claw.

SHASH!

The blade sliced off his arm and then into his chest. One more swing slashed right through the middle of David's head and the top half flew off. His dead eyes stared manically at us while his grinning mouth poured out blood as his body plummeted to the ground for probably the fourth time.

We gazed in appalling awe. One wave was all that took him down and she didn't hesitate. She didn't flinch and went for the kill.

A minute later, blood immediately gushed out from her side. A foot of her intestines slithered out from a large hole. David managed to inflict harm at her.

She fell on one knee, clutching to the gapping hole. It had to be excruciating pain she was showing inside her helmet. Gradually, the bleeding stopped and again, the wound healed up. Like someone hit the rewind button a second time.

Elias stood up, looked down to see she had finished the job and began approaching to Kimberly.

(Oh no, you don't!) I hollered.

Marco and I rushed in together. It didn't matter if she was ally or not. She killed a person and that made her dangerous.

The sword then began to change.

Then everything went fast.

Marco was the first to attack but she evaded that. Quickly, she spun round and shot a back kick to his blackish-grey stomach. He collapsed a couple feet away by sheer force.

I was coming next. Although her weapon was turning into something again, it was still changing. She couldn't strike back in time.

The grizzly bear is one heck of an animal. Anybody would flinch at how much damage I could do. And I certainly was going to do just that at the woman.

Her left hand swung up swiftly, just as my claw lashed down.

CLANK!

I struck and yet I wondered what was that sound. And a second later why there weren't any deep grazes on her arm. Only scratches on her sleeve and the next thing I knew, they mended together.

What the heck was that arm made of? Titanium?

Without warning, I was staring down at a gun and her cold piercing blue eye.

She was too fast. I didn't dare to move. Maybe I was frightened she'd pull the trigger without hesitation.

"Back off," she said frigidly.

If we were normal kids right now, I bet we'd wet ourselves. No, Marco would definitely wet his pants.

But something was off. Since when did Andalites say "back off"? They would prefer words in a professional way like "step back" and being causal was a phenomenon to them. Ax particularly speaks like that everyday.

Was she really an Andalite nothlit like Visser Three said?

The moment was tense but I backed away and she withdrew her gun to her side. The woman continued on till she stood before Kimberly.

Kimberly couldn't stop shaking. After all she had been through, she had the right to be so afraid.

"Leave."

Kimberly was surprised. And as suddenly as the woman said that to her, she stopped trembling and stared at her, confused. She waited for a reason or an answer but the black-suited woman said none of those.

"Leave now," Elias said again.

Kimberly was still baffled. She wheeled round slowly and gazed at us with concern. No, she was looking at Ax with concern.

"...But-" Kimberly exclaimed but she never got a chance to continue what she had to so.

Because the woman swung the gun at Kimberly, point blank at her forehead. It came to her so quick that she had only realized it shortly after.

"I said leave," Elias demanded in the coldest voice I have ever heard.

Kimberly's eyes went wide with sheer terror. She jumped up onto her feet and ran like she hadn't run before. The woman watched her disappear into the woods, then turned her attention to the southeast.

"Here they come."

(Here what come?) I said and then my answer came in the form of Taxxons and Hork-Bajir hurtling out of the woods.

(They must have called reinforcement before we got rid of those other Hork-Bajir!) Tobias shouted.

BANG! BANG! One Hork-Bajir dropped dead at the wrath of two bullets from Elias' gun.

So that's why. She wanted Kimberly to get out of here before they appeared.

(Everyone! Move!) Jake ordered and dashed in.

(Oh man! Out of the frying pan and into the fire!) Marco groaned.

The green clearing became like any other war zone we've been. Only we had the black-suited lady with us.

Ax and Tobias quickly morphed to heal their wounds and broken bones respectively. Tobias morphed into Andalite and slashed the deadly tail at an incoming Hork-Bajir. Ax chose his North Harrier morph and flew out of the way until he got to a safe distance and demorphed back.

Elias fired again and took down another Hork-Bajir. She aimed at a Taxxon but didn't notice how close a third Hork-Bajir was coming her way.

(Watch out!) Cassie yelled.

Thanks to Cassie's cry, she took notice and pointed the gun at him. Instantly, it modified in bright light again. The barrel elongated and changed as the whole gun grew heavy and meaner with a new look.

It changed into a heavy-duty shotgun. She grasped a slot under the barrel and shifted it with a loud clicking sound.

KA-CAK! She fired next.

BAM! A thundering noise. And the shotgun blew off his head.

She directed the gun at the Taxxon and shot it, then swiftly, she gunned down several enemies one by one.

As I bashed down my second Hork-Bajir, I noticed something moved. David's corpse wasn't far, the bloody sight of his body and his head somewhere behind the bushes. If I looked closely, I'd hurl.

His arm moved.

Oh god! David was starting to regenerate again!

(Jake!) I yelled. He looked, saw the arm and cursed.

(We got to take him out before he recovers!) Jake hollered.

(Right!) I did waver a little but my mind told me not to. No way was I going to let him revive and start slaughtering us.

(You are not ready.)

My fur stood on ends. I heard it. Jake heard it. Everyone else heard it.

It was a thought-speak that sounded hazy. It was kind of like a fuzzy electronic sound in the background when you listen to the person on the other side of the phone.

That thought-speak didn't come from anyone of us or our foes.

It came from Elias.

Her hand was to where her ear would be if the helmet wasn't there. A small flashy part of the helmet blinked orange and stayed that way as she drew her hand down to the shotgun.

(Ok, since when does she thought-speak!?) Marco uttered.

(I am communicating through my transmitter,) she said and turned to Jake. (Call off your allies and run.)

(Don't tell us what to do! We can fight!) I yelled.

(Yeah! We're not chickens!) Marco joined in. (Why should we?)

(It is best to take my advice. You wouldn't last a second against him,) the woman exclaimed. Coldly.

(Well, that's enough for me. Let's retreat.)

(Wait!) Ax hollered as calmly as possible. (Are you an Andalite?)

Her grip on the shotgun softened a little and it descended a few inches. It seemed like Ax nailed it.

A Hork-Bajir jumped at her.

KA-CAK! BAM! Her reaction was quick and took him out.

(I never expected a question like that. Do you believe I am?) she asked.

(...I do not know.)

(Then that is my answer. I don't know as well.)

(What kind of answer is that? How can you not know?!) I yelled.

(...It's complicated,) was her next answer. (You have every right to distrust me.)

(We don't.) Jake questioned. (You helped us many times in one go. You've saved that kid even though there are a lot of questions rising. Does that make you an enemy?)

Elias said nothing.

KA-CAK! BAM! Another Taxxon beside her was shot dead.

(You should be careful. You don't know me at all.) She gave a soft laugh but I wasn't sure if it was amusement or not. (To think a group of children are humanity's only defense...)

I felt my jaw dropped open.

(You know...?) Jake asked in shock.

(AAAAH!!!) Cassie screamed behind me.

David's body had already gotten up and blood was starting to stream back in reverse. But he stood there with half of his head in his hand like a real zombie. It was a gory and bloody scene.

I wanted to throw up.

He lifted up the half and placed it onto of the other and just like before, his two halves patched up as one.

David's dead eyes became alive. He was alive as he had been some minutes ago. We should have taken the chance!

"Damn, that's going to leave a splitting headache," he moaned as he adjusted his jaw. He then smiled, glancing around at the sight of aliens fighting us. "Finally. So they've listened to the message and came running to kill the Andalite Bandits."

(What?!) I shouted.

"Let's just say that an "anonymous" caller gave them the tip," he hinted.

So it was him who brought them here. No wonder the Yeerks came unexpected!

(Enough talk,) said the woman. (Run now. You are going to lose that girl.)

KA-CAK!

"You've been talking to them, haven't you?" David inquired.

(I am enough to take them down. So go after her.)

"I told you not a word!" David scowled and charged towards her.

(Don't make me repeat myself.)

BAM!

The shot hit David's both legs as he tried to dodge. He screamed some foul word at her but it didn't bother her one bit.

KA-CAK! The last shell flung out from the shotgun.

(The girl is invaluable to you,) she said and readied the shotgun with a fresh batch of bullets in an instance.

Invaluable to us? What the heck did she mean by that?

(Wait! Why is she important?) Jake questioned.

(...Because,) she began. (She is going in the same direction.)

Alright, I was just too confused. But before Jake could ask again, Elias took off to fight an angry morphing David, three Hork-Bajir and a couple of Taxxons. Other Hork-Bajir and Taxxons turned their attention to us.

Jake speedily gave us the orders. (Cassie, Rachel, you go look for Kimberly! The rest of us will try to distract any coming our way.)

(Alright,) Cassie said and we went off.

I looked back to see the others scamper off into the woods with the remaining aliens behind them while the black-suited woman fired at one Hork-Bajir and a blur hideous monster where David once stood. Soon, the sounds of gunshots diminished.

I felt a drop hit on my nose and tinkled down my muzzle. Then more droplets came pouring as the sky darkened.

It began to rain. A few minutes later, it showered down heavily.

Half an hour passed and it was like a monsoon.

(Oh no,) Cassie uttered. (I've lost the scent!)

(What?!) I shouted.

(The rain must be throwing off the scent!)

I glanced round with these bear eyes of mine, hoping I would catch a glimpse of Kimberly nearby.

There was no sign of her anywhere. We kept on looking.

But we never found Kimberly after that.

Elias

The Hork-Bajir snarled in agony and frustration on his back. He mumbled at me the name the Yeerks entitled me.

The Black Massacre.

Do you wish to know why? It is because I killed the Yeerk's brothers and sisters without mercy. I gave the parasites no chance to fight back, surrender or plead for their pitiful life.

This Hork-Bajir controller cursed me in his language before I let a silent moment settle, took aim and fired at the host's reptilian head.

I stared down at the bodies. A bloodstained battlefield it looked, making the tranquil and green scenery around me tainted.

I picked up the shell casings first then searched for David among them. He was already gone when I slaughtered the sixth Taxxon. He would come after the children again but I was not worried. He will take time to make another strategy. He will approach again and I will be waiting.

I believe you are wondering who I am.

I am all that remains of the only fighting guerilla unit from the era codenamed 'The Original', recruited by that commander of the group. I am one who has broken the boundaries of time and space with a price that has been paid. I am one who has been sent here because of my visions, by court order of the Andalites.

They are gone. All of them. The people I knew no longer exist. So do I and yet...here I am.

Thunder crackled above me. It began to rain. I gazed up and watch it wash the alien blood away for a second time. Cleansing my soul for the second time.

My name is Elias and I am here to alter your time zone.

Vickie: God! I've finished! ((faints)) I must have made this chp dramatic for you readers. Gotta be because I was listening to "U + Ur hand/4ever" by Pink vs The Veronicas and the song really got me cooking up the fighting scenes. And part of it goes to "Somebody Help Me" by Fullblown Rose. So this chp is inspired by those songs.

Marco: Why is it with your writing and music?

Dunno. Seems like I get rhythm as I write. Practically everything inspires me. w

Marco: ...

So the woman lives and her name is Elias. Yeah, I know it's a guy's name. I wanted to call her Alias but it's been taken. Frankly thanks to that name, it gave me an idea of why she's called Elias. And what will become of Kimberly now that they've lost them. Well, you'll just have to find out.

And now great news. Already I'm starting chp 14 and to my great readers, it's gonna be one that answer some of your questions.

Because ladies and gentlemen! The helmet's coming off in chp 14! It's the revealing of the black-suited woman's identity! Elias! Who the heck is she is finally gonna be answered!

Elias: About time.

And here's a little something I'm gonna put up for you guys while I write the next chp. Hopefully you'll take part cuz it's a contest!

This contest is based solely on Elias' identity. All you need to do is put your answer in your review. Your answer can be anything, Andalite, human OR older-version of an Animorph char. Answers are unlimited but you can only give up to THREE answers. No hints, it's all random guesses.

The Question is WHO is Elias?

Answer eg:

1) Andalite
2) Older version of Rachel
3) Visser One (someone said that, lol)

And the 1st 2 winners who get the right answer before I finish the next chp (which could be the next month or less than that) will win having an original character of their own in one of my next fanfics that will be a sequel after this one.

Marco: WHAT!? When did you decide making more fanfics?!

Since I got so many reviews and couldn't help but come up with more stories. I guess this is gonna be a fan-series after I finish writing this. I can see it as a great challenge for me. AND I get to continue torturing my OCs again and again. Muahahahaha!

Kimberly: ((whimpers and shivers) j--j

Marco: What are you whining about?! That means more torture for me!

Elias: ...

Continue on. You can make your character take a minor or major role of the story. You can make him/her an Animorph or other kind. Enemy or friend. It's up to you if you win!

Marco: Why the heck are you so convinced about this contest?!

Actually, I'm a little doubtful cuz this is a hard question to answer. -o-;;;;

Alright, start coming up with answers, everybody! And WIN!

Marco: Well then. Since it's a guessing game...how about sneaking me the answer? Huh? Huh? I wanna know who Elias is.

Nope.

Marco: ((gets chased by Nessie who appeared out of no way)) AHHHHHHHHHH!!! NO FAIR!!!

Now then, the contest starts as I write riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiighhhht...NOW!