Chapter Four
Sixkiller believed that there were three main types of warriors. The warrior who believed that luck contributed mainly to his ability to cross the front line; this warrior will run blindly into battle, close his eyes and thrust himself in, believing that standing back waiting to get hurt will only hurt more than hurtling himself willingly into the arms death. Two categories exist in this type of warrior, the warriors who do this in a seemingly un-foolish manner, the 'brave' warriors they are called, and there is the crazy warriors who are preferably considered as 'reckless' and 'nutsy'. Often these two sub-categories could be confused.
Category two consists of the cowardly warriors who run away from the battle line and back home into their mother's arms. These are the gutless fools who did not choose to fight and will not stand up to fight; not for themselves, not for their families and not for their kind.
And the third warrior, more noble to her eyes since she saw herself fit in this category of elite fighters. These fighters know –in some way or another- where each flying bullet is coming from and what is happening in every second of the battle, regardless of her position, she knows what is happening far away in the big picture, and she knew most importantly, that she was the little thing that was capable of inflicting huge changes.
This is what she was thinking of as Victor stumbled into her view, she knew which category Victor fit in, he was no coward, a fool yes, but he is brave. Used to be brave. And now he was her servant.
"Who found you?"
Panting, Victor carried forth his report, "Dominic, Mickey and a bunch of new resistant fighters. Tom's with them."
Sixkiller's eyes lit up suddenly, whether with anger or interest Victor failed to distinguish, "Tom?"
"Yes. The boy we saved. The one I spoke to you of."
"Yes. I remember," Sixkiller's eyes surveyed her surroundings, "Have they come with you?"
"I don't know." Victor said honestly, still wincing from his cramped side, "The new resistance fighters are morph capable."
"What?" Sixkiller did not appear very pleased; her large dark eyes narrowed dangerously, "Andalites?"
"One of them, yes." Victor said nodding. "The others are humans."
Sixkiller did not say anything for a few seconds, then with a fluid lightning-fast movement she grabbed Victor by his shoulders and slammed him onto a nearby tree, she spun him round and held him in a painful arm lock.
"Argh!" Victor moaned.
"You better not be lying to me."
"I'm not, Sixkiller this is the truth I-aahhhhhh!"
Tightening her hold she said, "Who are they?"
"They are the so called Andalite-bandits."
"What do they call themselves?"
"Animorphs!"
Still tightening her hold –causing Victor to cry out in pain- she asked, "How did they find you? Why do they have anything to do with any of you?"
"By- argh! Tom!"
"Lair!"
"They know him!"
"I don't believe that."
"You- you have to."
"No. You have to convince me." She hissed, "I don't have to believe anything."
"They know –ahh- Tom because the leader is Tom's brother."
"Did you see him? The leader?" Sixkiller asked, she sounded furious, Victor didn't answer, she pulled his arm harder, he screamed, she shouted. "DID YOU SEE HIM OR NOT?!"
"NO!" Victor yelled, "No, I didn't see him."
"Did you see any of them as they are?"
"NO!"
"Then you are feeding me lies!"
"NO Ahhhhh! I- they told me! Tom told me." Victor winced, "But I, I saw the Andalite. And, and a wolf."
Sixkiller released her hold, Victor collapsed, gratefully relieved. But she grabbed him by the shoulders and looked intently into his eyes, "You saw the Andalite?"
"Yes."
"What was his name?"
"I, I can't remember."
"What was his name?"
"I- honestly! I don't remember!"
Sixkiller pulled Victor up angrily and shoved him away from her, he stumbled, picked himself up and started to scramble away. "Then you go find out who he is, what he is doing here, how he got here and how his comrades got their morphing capabilities."
Victor rubbed at his left shoulder, he stopped, turned around and mumbled a reply at the ground.
"Get out of my face." Sixkiller snarled, "And don't you dare show up without the information I need."
Victor turned to walk away but Sixkiller stopped him again by a shrill promise.
"And if anyone finds out you are talking to me you'll be lucky if I killed you. I'll hand you over to the Visser myself, the Visser and I have an…understanding."
Victor swallowed and walked away.
Sixkiller waited until he was out of sight, she wasted no time at all. She had to keep a few steps ahead of them all. She had to find out for herself who these new resistance members were, and if Victor came back lying…
Well, there will no longer be a Victor.
It was as simple as that.
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Oooh, tough isn't she? When she says 'business' then she means business. For some strange reason I don't feel sorry for Victor, he had it coming that idiot, who told him to loose it? Well, he didn't just loose it he got two of his friends killed and one trapped with the Yeerks, hmmm, speaking of Abby, you'll find out more of what happened to her later. I don't know if I'm planning to write a chapter about her or the rescue, its just going to happen.
By the way, the next chapter holds a huge surprise. Something to look forward to anyway. The more reviews I get the fast I'm posting -does any of you know how much boredom examinations bring? And not only that but it makes people -like me- crabby. I've got a huge math final tomorrow and if I don't do good I'm history. Literally.
