Sorry
about the unusual delay, usually I'd have the next chapter up and running long
before this, I'm writing three chapters ahead, you see, there maybe some huge
delays later on –okay maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but that would be
unlikely.
If
it ever happens please be patient! I'm going to move to a new house (chaos,
chaos, chaos and more chaos) the ups of this is that I get my own room! (yes,
after sharing rooms for so long I'm sick of company, or well, just sick of my
sister -and my brother who isn't that far away on any given day -hey does that
rhyme?)
Aaaaaannnnd
(big, big annnnnnd) I'm getting the pet kitten(s) I've been waiting for (can
I put in that I've waited for over eight years for this?!! My mom
isn't so pleased though, but gosh, if you're as patient as I am you get
what you want ;-)
Wow.
I'm one excited girl, hey, that's a benefit for you people, that means more
inspiration even though exams are going to flog me soon!
Anyway, enjoy, I'm glad I didn't have to write this chapter now, otherwise I'd have screwed it! I'm sooo hyped up!
Chapter Thirteen
Tom's heart sank when the Visser stopped galloping and trotted confidently up to him. But no matter how scared he felt he stood up and faced his greatest foe, he wasn't about to give up his freedom again.
He went down fighting the first time, and down at the first time meant slavery. Down the second time would mean sweet death, another kind of freedom.
The Visser stopped, Tom?
"I'm not going back." Tom said bitterly, "You'd have to kill me to make me go back."
The Visser took a faltered step back, I see, you are mistaken.
Tom stared.
I am not the Visser, I am a member of the so called 'Andalite Bandits'.
"Bull shit!" Tom cried out, hastily he added, "Em, no I meant that was unexpected."
Yes, for me too. You see Tom, we thought you were dead.
This time Tom was the one who took a step back, "You people keep tabs on who goes down?"
No, just the controllers who interest us.
"And I interest you?"
Very greatly.
"I'm supposed to be faltered?" Tom didn't know what else to say, he was pitting himself up against death and this character -he could obviously see that it was not the Visser now that the tide of terror let loose its steel grip- was the last thing he expected.
"Who are you?" Tom wondered.
I am Aximili-Esgarrouth-Esthil. But you may call me Ax, this is what your brother calls me.
"My brother?!" Tom yelped, "My brother? Excuse me but I really don't understand."
Do not worry. You soon will.
"My brother is dead." Tom continued, ignoring Ax's comment.
Again, you are mistaken; your brother is quite well and will soon be better when he hears of this news.
"My brother is alive?" Tom stopped wondering whether or not Abby made it across safely.
Yes.
"But how?" Tom asked, "They say he was stabbed…"
They?
"He was stabbed, they said he died."
Fortunately for your brother, your mother found him before it was too late. Ax' eyes narrowed, Now tell me, who is 'they'?
"The Freedom Fighters." Tom couldn't get over the news; he dared not to, should he trust this blue alien? The Andalite? "That's what they call themselves."
The Andalite called Ax appeared surprised, There is another resistance pitted against the Yeerk scourge?
"Sort of…" Tom looked at the distant forest, "do you mind? I need to find a friend of mine."
The girl? Ax questioned as they headed towards the forest, Is she another ex-controller?
"Used to be a controller long ago, she's a member of the Freedom Fighters." Tom tried to see if Abby was anywhere ahead. "It's thanks to her I'm alive now."
They were going to kill you?
"My Yeerk basically," Tom sighed, "I'm part of the package."
I see. And you are in the forest because…?
Tom stopped trying to find Abby and turned to the Andalite, "Boy do you ask a lot of questions."
I apologies if it seems that I am prying, but I must gather as much information as I can. Your brother is quite fond of you; he would appreciate a full account of what happened.
"What's this about you knowing my brother?" Tom sounded a little annoyed, "Like when did you meet, I never noticed you know."
Of course you would not, your brother is the leader of a strong morph capable resistance, I am sure you are unaware of that. If you were, your Yeerk would have sent him straight to Visser Three.
Tom stared, "Midget?"
The Andalite looked confused, I am talking about your brother Jake.
Tom laughed, he started walking again, as he talked he swiped at a low hanging twig, "Midget. My Midget doing something courageous, I knew he was all for the good versus evil thing and heroes but…my midget?"
Is that what you call your brother?
Tom shook his head in disbelief, "But Jake, it just isn't…." He sighed suddenly, ignoring the impossibility of the situation, "he's alive at least. More or less in one piece."
You must be stunned, after all of what you've been through. The alien said gently. I should take you somewhere were you could rest.
"But Abby…?" Tom said.
Do not worry. We will try to find her.
"We?"
You will know all very soon. The creature said, But first, I have to drop you off with a friend, I am due to hold surveillance in the hospital.
"Why? What's there?"
Your brother is there, and half of the staff are Yeerks.
"Oh, yeah, there's that…"
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Hmmm, maybe I did screw up the chapter, hey, when did I write this nonsense? Does anything happen here? Sorry, I promise more in the next chapter (Don't I always say that when I waste a chapter?)
