Live 14 Years In My Shoes, Then Tell Me That I'm Weak
By: Aquaian Goddess

Disclaimer: Animorphs don't belong to me, anything I refer to isn't mine, i.e.: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or "Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?" from Batman, or ANY reference to Final Fantasy 7, Gundam Wing and such. But Elvira, Adora, Delilah, Juno, Adrian, Damian, Marmaduke and Murdoch ARE MINE! There, you can read it now.
Note: All quotes made by characters (in the chapter Titles, as seen below) is stuff that they will say in the story. Thought Speech will be represented with *'s
CARRY ON!

Chapter One: Sandrock

"Well, slap my ass and call me a football player, we have to fight again! Call me when something new happens." -Sandrock

Hi. My name is Marmaduke, but call me Sandrock. Everyone else does. My friends and I were walking in the sewers from the battle we had just fought.

"I think we did good with this attack. The Yeerks are STILL powerless against us." Deathscythe, actually her name is Elvira, cheered as we got "home", if you could call it that. Our so-called home was an old abandoned train station beneath the streets of New York. It still had a train in it too, with about seven cars on it. Basically, we lived like the Teenage Mutant Turtles did in the second movie.

"But they out number us, Deathscythe, you keep forgetting that." Zero said. Zero's real name is Murdoch.

"So? We can still kick their slimy asses off our planet." She defended. She looked ready to activate her scythe and cut Zero's head off.

"Next time we'll do better." Shenlong, whose actually Damian, said, carrying his sleeping little sister, Altolong, actually Adora, in his arms.

"All this killing sucks. I mean, why must we kill every time we fight them?" my sister Eypon, her real name's Delilah, said, sighing at the spot of blood on her jeans.

"We asked for this war." Wing, whose real name is Juno, muttered, "We must accept the lives we take as well." Heavy Arms, whose real name is Adrian, nodded. Heavy Arms hardly ever talks, and when he does, everyone listens. Like if we're all fighting and he says something, we all just stop, it turns dead quiet until he's done saying whatever.

"We didn't ask for this war. We aren't the Animorphs, damn it! We are just a bunch of lost souls trying to defeat the Yeerks in the same blaze of fucking glory that our parents did. God, why the fuck do we even bother fighting a war we can't win?!" I screamed. I hated this war, I hated fighting it, but I had to fight anyway. I owed it to my mother. My hand went to the place on my chest where the ring she gave me lay.

****************Begin Flashback******************

A ten year old boy was cradling a woman, slashed up and bloody, in his arms, with his sister sobbing at his side.

"Momma, are you gonna be okay?"

"Baby, I don't think so. I'm not gonna make it." She winced in pain.

"Don't talk like that Momma." The little girl sobbed.

"Listen, I want you to fight the Yeerks. Fight for the planet. Don't let them take you alive, no matter what. You both will do that for me?"

The two ten year olds nodded, "Yes Momma."

"Marmaduke, take this." She pulled off the engagement ring she always wore and placed it in the small boy's hands, "To remember me by."

The boy placed the ring on the extermly long chain he always wore, "I could never forget you Mom."

"I love you both." and with those final words, the woman died.

******************End Flashback******************

"Sandrock, cool it!" Shenlong said, "Wing has a point, though. We have to accept all the lives we take, human or Yeerk. And we can win this war!"

Eypon walked over to me and gave me a hug, "Bro, we can do this. We are gonna win, or at least go down trying."

"You have a point Eypon. Sorry about that. I'm just tired."

Wing said, yawning, "I'm beat. Good night people. Good night Heavy Arms." Wing walked into her room slash train car and shut the door.

"'Night all." Shenlong walked into the train car he shared with his little sister and shut the door. Eypon, Zero and Heavy Arms walked into their cars silently.

Deathscythe yawned, "Good night Sandrock. Get some sleep, you look tired." She smiled and walked into her train car and shut the door.

"Good night." I said to no one and walked into my train car and shut the door. Stripping off my clothing and pulling on my sweatpants, I climbed into bed, a mattress on the floor of the train. I had ripped the seats out a while ago. I fell into a dreamless sleep.