ALANNA
Well, well, well, what have we here?
I didn't look back at Cassie, but I kept my eyes forward, on the prize. It was rather easy to spot, all in all. Big door saying 'FULL MEMBERS ONLY' with a couple of big shot guards at the door, watching all the real humans mill around like cattle in a butcher shop. Clueless, with no idea of the danger they were in.
I walked straight towards the door, ignoring the guards pointedly , and of course, they stopped. I glared up at them, trying to give off the confidence no one should have while looking at a guy twice my size.
"Do you mind?" I said with a disgusted look.
"You can't go in there, miss."
Miss? I'll show you miss, you- "The Visser's expecting me, you worthless idiot. Do you really want to explain my delay to him?"
Unless things had changed drastically since my departure, which wasn't likely, the guards were still stupid, they still feared Visser Three like the devil, and they expected their superiors to treat them like shit.
When they quickly stepped aside to let me through, I decided that nothing had changed.
It was almost too easy.
I walked like the important officer I was supposed to be. They all walk the same- with the strut. You know, the kind guys get when they get to another base with some girl. Only way more obvious.
I have mastered my strut.
People avoided me as I walked down the stairs because of it. They recognized the strut. They did not like the strut. They feared the strut and what they knew it to mean.
Yeerks aren't any smarter than humans. Both tend to accept things at face value, which is kind of ironic, seeing as the Yeerks work the way they do. But they take the easy way out, and the easy way is to avoid confrontation. The Yeerks are very good at that.
Down, down, down….
Into the bowls of hell. Otherwise known as the Yeerk Pool.
I heard the screams, the pleas, the sobs… I struggled to keep my cool. It was so strange now, after being with free humans, to think of how the humans had to feel being enslaved. All my life I had lived with Contollers. Our carekeeper- Nissex 889- was a Hork-Bajir Controller in charge of watching my brother and I. What about his host?
I was confused. Was I a human or a Yeerk? Was I the slave or the captor?
The screams only got louder as I continued down. I stopped at the stair and stared.
The last time I had been in a Yeerk Pool was-
My trial. When I had been tried for treason. But that hadn't been like this. It had been on the Visser's Blade ship, in his own private room. That was where the Council had ruled me guilty in treason, and condemned me to death.
Someone brushed past me as I stared around the pool, but I ignored him. How had I missed the cages before? Why was it bothering me now?
The humans were less than the Yeerks, so how was their treatment of them any worse than the humans' treatment of, say, a cow?
Or were they both wrong?
I still had so many doubts, so many questions. If only the Arn still lived! I longed to ask them about what I was made of- I had never gotten my chance, and no one else had any idea.
"Help me!"
It was a little girl. I didn't know her, but she was younger than Kelly. A man was dragging her to the Pool, and I watched as he shoved her head down and-
She stopped her struggling.
Before I could do anything, before I could make any decisions, that's when it happened.
The Andalites decided to attack.
Not a very important chapter, but it leads up to the big stuff. I need more reviews- do you think Alanna is realistic here?
Thanks to all those who have reviewed. ladyghanima1522- yikes! Do I have that bad a mouth? Maybe I'll try to cut back. And about her feelings to the Yeerks- heehee, you'll have to wait and see. Anigurl88- I have read all the Tortall books and I love them all. And Momo Claus- yes that is where I got the name.
Well, well, well, what have we here?
I didn't look back at Cassie, but I kept my eyes forward, on the prize. It was rather easy to spot, all in all. Big door saying 'FULL MEMBERS ONLY' with a couple of big shot guards at the door, watching all the real humans mill around like cattle in a butcher shop. Clueless, with no idea of the danger they were in.
I walked straight towards the door, ignoring the guards pointedly , and of course, they stopped. I glared up at them, trying to give off the confidence no one should have while looking at a guy twice my size.
"Do you mind?" I said with a disgusted look.
"You can't go in there, miss."
Miss? I'll show you miss, you- "The Visser's expecting me, you worthless idiot. Do you really want to explain my delay to him?"
Unless things had changed drastically since my departure, which wasn't likely, the guards were still stupid, they still feared Visser Three like the devil, and they expected their superiors to treat them like shit.
When they quickly stepped aside to let me through, I decided that nothing had changed.
It was almost too easy.
I walked like the important officer I was supposed to be. They all walk the same- with the strut. You know, the kind guys get when they get to another base with some girl. Only way more obvious.
I have mastered my strut.
People avoided me as I walked down the stairs because of it. They recognized the strut. They did not like the strut. They feared the strut and what they knew it to mean.
Yeerks aren't any smarter than humans. Both tend to accept things at face value, which is kind of ironic, seeing as the Yeerks work the way they do. But they take the easy way out, and the easy way is to avoid confrontation. The Yeerks are very good at that.
Down, down, down….
Into the bowls of hell. Otherwise known as the Yeerk Pool.
I heard the screams, the pleas, the sobs… I struggled to keep my cool. It was so strange now, after being with free humans, to think of how the humans had to feel being enslaved. All my life I had lived with Contollers. Our carekeeper- Nissex 889- was a Hork-Bajir Controller in charge of watching my brother and I. What about his host?
I was confused. Was I a human or a Yeerk? Was I the slave or the captor?
The screams only got louder as I continued down. I stopped at the stair and stared.
The last time I had been in a Yeerk Pool was-
My trial. When I had been tried for treason. But that hadn't been like this. It had been on the Visser's Blade ship, in his own private room. That was where the Council had ruled me guilty in treason, and condemned me to death.
Someone brushed past me as I stared around the pool, but I ignored him. How had I missed the cages before? Why was it bothering me now?
The humans were less than the Yeerks, so how was their treatment of them any worse than the humans' treatment of, say, a cow?
Or were they both wrong?
I still had so many doubts, so many questions. If only the Arn still lived! I longed to ask them about what I was made of- I had never gotten my chance, and no one else had any idea.
"Help me!"
It was a little girl. I didn't know her, but she was younger than Kelly. A man was dragging her to the Pool, and I watched as he shoved her head down and-
She stopped her struggling.
Before I could do anything, before I could make any decisions, that's when it happened.
The Andalites decided to attack.
Not a very important chapter, but it leads up to the big stuff. I need more reviews- do you think Alanna is realistic here?
Thanks to all those who have reviewed. ladyghanima1522- yikes! Do I have that bad a mouth? Maybe I'll try to cut back. And about her feelings to the Yeerks- heehee, you'll have to wait and see. Anigurl88- I have read all the Tortall books and I love them all. And Momo Claus- yes that is where I got the name.