SIXKILLER

I'll tell you this much; Sixkiller signs off with the initials; SXK, nothing much about it, but lookie here, who is she sending this letter to?

Chapter Twenty

To Dearest,

I know it had been a while since I last wrote to you; but fear not my dearest, I shall write more, when the time comes for it.

So much had happened since I last wrote to you. I hope I did not alarm you greatly, for the enemy had imprisoned me. As terrible as the experience was I believe I had gained some wisdom out of it. And do not be saddened by this; for I know how much you hate to see me in pain, be happy for me, I am far more patient than I used to be, my temper flares not the way it used to. My anger is under control and reined, my tolerance for pain? Greater.

I still belong to none other but you; the fastidious human that used to think he shared a part of me is no more. I have killed him, and a great dignified death it was! If only you could feel my pleasure as the birds tore at his still living body, if only you could tap into the happiness I felt as he screamed in agony, if only you were here to experience the wild tingles of joy that ran –as if linked directly from heart to brain- from seeing his best friend suffer at his death! It was glorious; I could not have orchestrated a better-planed death and what's more, I killed two birds with one stone.

I am a human with a worthy word, I had promised Mark that I would not directly harm or kill Victor –indirectly is another thing of course- so be it; I did as I promised.

But as I said, I killed two birds with one stone, or shall I say three? Roger's coming was a bonus, I killed him in a scuffle over a gun, and Victor being the prime cause of his friend's death is my slave now; he is catastrophically afraid of guns now, the experience of shooting at me –missing of course, the fool never had much of a good aim- and scaring the doves at the same time set a chain reaction so beautiful in my eyes I wished to file away the memory to see it played over and over in my dreams; he is a servant to me, my personal spy. He belongs to none other than me, and if he serves his purpose, I will discard him.

My thoughts are troubled now; I have faced a new complexity in a fragile equation that needs rearranging and balancing. I have not expected to encounter the so-called Andalite bandits, they are useful yet dangerous at the same time. Yes, they will make things harder on the Visser and at the same time me. But have no qualms my Dearest, for I have solved the problem. Well, no, not solved, simply balanced out the equation. I am glad I had killed Mark and Roger, this means I have two less people to deal with. I may have to resort to killing Abby or Dominic, though I do need the coward Mickey alive, he is another ticket –besides the tired Victor- to my victory.

I am perhaps wrong to say victory; goal is a more appropriate word. Victory is reserved for a single person or a body of people fighting under a cause. A goal can be achieved by sacrificing one's self. And I find nobility in achieving a goal by self-sacrifice, as do you my friend.

I cannot tell you my plans, but broadcast them only after it is too late, this way I would be certain that no one is capable of meddling with my plans.

I will tell you about these so-called Andalite bandits, this much I can tell you; they are not all human, and they are not all Andalite.

With intelligence reports from Victor, Mickey and me; I have already determined each of their characters and how useful they would be, I will not tell you their names now, perhaps later, but just so you know who I'm talking about, I'll call them this; American, Blond, Hispanic, African, Bird, Blue Deer.

The American I can lay off for later, though he is the leader he is incapacitated, yes, an unfortunate victim in a scuffle between Mark and Yeerk-Tom I will not reveal the details but shall tell you that Tom, American and Blond are closely related.

This is bad news; I do not need strong bonds in a group. I have to find a way to strain their relationships. But perhaps not, the strong bond itself is a weakness; do you not remember the saying of my race? Soldiers who are built like a wall fall like a wall? If there is a hole blown in it of course. And how does this help me? I have to remove a few bricks of the wall and the rest will collapse. Ingenious, isn't it? Remove a few members and the rest will follow!

American does have a close relation to the African girl. And to my surprise this girl is a relative to non other than poor ethically confused Jimmy, if the sister is a copy of her brother then she is the greatest weakness yet my strongest foe, if there ever will be an enemy against me it will not be the reckless blond, but perhaps the weak, pathetic, morally correct idiot who could jumble up my plans.

She is an abnormality! In space-time continuum! This does confuse my plans and may end up attracting Crayak or perhaps the Ellimist but I hope I do not commit an error in my calculations, a hair too early or a time slightly late may blow a hole in time itself, I have already mentioned to you that time is not what it should be, the Freedom Fighters are not meant to exist, just these meddling Animoprhs. The course they take to victory is similar but different to mine.

I have to remain focused my Dearest; I will not and shall not shatter my concentration on idiotic matters. Will you pray for me? I need more than my intelligence to balance time, I need fortune and luck on my side too.

I must leave you now, in my next contact I will briefly account the events that will take place. How happy I will be if they are conducted properly; I have to find a way to waste Blond, she is a strong one, perhaps foolish, but strong.

Make sure our prisoner stays alive; he is an important pawn in this game I play. Send him my fullest regards and tell him I am in close contact to two relatives of his. And may be in touch with another of his kind.

I leave you now, I shall tell you that I still have an undying affection for you, kiss the little one goodnight for me. And shall your dreams be pleasant tonight.

SXK,

With love to Dearest.

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What on Earth is she doing? All of a sudden she's into letters?

-Actually, it's necessary; all my other chapters were written in the third person, I needed a chapter on Sixkiller in first person narration (hey, I felt like writing a letter) if it wasn't a letter to 'Dearest' then you wouldn't understand why she's a bit…different, yeah that's it, different, from your average teenaged girl. Plus, you're going to be asking; who is Dearest? Who is 'the little one'? And who is the prisoner?

Did I tell you I'm a master in attaining suspense? Well, now you know. Look out for the next chapter, SXK makes a move on Rachel -you'll love this. I promise.

By the way, I intended to post this later. I'm cutting further suspense by posting faster. Plus the story is much more exciting if you know you're reading the next part soon. Depending on the amount of feedback I'm getting I'll probably post the next part tomorrow or the day after that.