DYING

For Anifan1- I FINALLY DID IT! YESSSS! Now read my other fics!



~~~Tom's POV~~~

I was retreated into my hazy world of memories, dreams of the days when I was free, like I had been for days. Kicking Jake's sorry butt in basketball, and taking it for granted, and being able to take it for granted, was my favorite memory-dream.

I was vaguely aware of my outside surroundings.I heard vaguely, Sorry, Tomin Rachel's thought-speak. Then- a sudden pain!

We were on the Blade ship, and he, my Yeerk, Essive 1-9-7, had my body in rattlesnake morph. I was in the grizzly's- cousin Rachel's- mouth!

Oh, the pain!

WAIT!

I had been in pain before. The pain hadn't been so real, so me. It had all been Essive's. Could he be...dead?

Essive? Essive? I asked. No response.

I WAS FREE!!!!

At that moment, my life began to flash before my eyes.

Christmases from when I was 4,5,6. My first day of kindergarten. My first bike. My first report card. First girlfriend.

FLASH! Shooting hoops.

FLASH! Infested for the first time.

FLASH! In a cage, but alone in my head.

FLASH! The tiger at the Yeerk Pool on their first attack.

FLASH! Attacking Visser 3's morph

I was being chewed. Unbearable pain!

FLASH! Protesting against the Yeerk, who was trying to recruit Jake for the Sharing

FLASH! My parents

She spit me out. I was dying.

FLASH! Finding out that Jake was the leader of the "Andalite Bandits" and feeling proud, not the slightest bit mad at him.

FLASH! My parents were infested.

I wanted to tell her it was okay, she had to, I was free. But I couldn't. I wanted to say it, tell Jake too. No doubt he had given the order and I didn't blame him. He had to. I mumbled the best I could,

'S'okay,Rachel, 's'okay, Jakel, I'm free, thanks so much! but it was scarcely more than a whisper, and no one heard me.

And then I was gone.

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A/N: Well, Anifan1, I finally did it. Here's the fic I promised.

It's basically Tom's dying thoughts. Quite simple. I don't think it needs a sequel in the slightest, and therefore have no intention of writing one unless someone demands it. Flame me if you want, whatever. Just review. I live for reviews.