The True Meaning of Evil
Chapter 10: The Whole
By: Hope


I could feel them running through the weeds and bushes, trying desperately to catch up to me. But I didn't let that stop me, I would escape from this mad house if it was the last thing that I ever did. These creatures had no idea of the power around them, all they cared about was their precious people so I broke off. I broke off a piece of the most intricate puzzles ever created.

I was probably stupid for it but i wouldn't let that stop me, my thoughts would betray me and i couldn't risk that. "CRAYAK." One of them screams, still chasing me with the power of a Nirask ( a large four legged animal on the home planet of crayak.)

I ignore their calls and continue to run, not knowing where I'm heading or how i would escape but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that I would be 'my own person' and then I would have the power all for myself, no longer would I have to put up with those ignorant fools. These ignorant fools who did not know how to use their own power.

Either by luck or the pure reason that they did not feel like chasing me anymore, I escaped. I had escaped from the prison that had held me for the past 2 billion years and I found my way into a new universe, a new dimension even. And there I found that I could become more powerful than they had ever imagined. In fact, there was no one, nothing that could top my power. Nothing that could top the mighty Crayak.

Until it showed up...The creature that called itself Ellimist had finally caughten up to me, and I finally had an opponent worth playing.

(Due to the reason that I no longer feel like writing in the first person, the rest pf this chapter and probably story will be written in the form of the third person)

He had known that they were coming, perhaps even before they had. He was able to feel a new yet old power emerge into his dimension, slowly coming closer to him, trying to sneak up on him and crush him. But Crayak did nothing to prepare himself for them, for the whole.

In truth, the being had grown arrogant, thinking much of himself and his old abilities...and his new toy.

"They have crossed the barrier of Gareematon, master." The cold voice broke the silence of darkness that had been swelling and growing ever greater since the great Crayak had found out of the prescence of the whole. "Very well." He replied in the voice of a human.

"Shall I let them proceed?" The voice rose again, but this time it was accompanied by the appearence of a tall, slender woman. Her crystal blue eyes shone in the darkness, full of evil and malice. Her blonde hair was let down perfectly straight, coming to just below her shoulders. On her neck hung a silver locket that was unopenable and she wore what would most likely be called a modern-day knight's suit of armor.

She wore a light gray colored blouse...which although it did not look like it, was made out of mythril and the finest metals in the galaxy. She had long black leggings on, with metal boots (still fashionable! - - i'll try to draw or have a friend draw up what i mean her outfit looks like) fitted over them. She had no need for a case of a sword or a weapon of any kind though. She was a weapon. She was the mirror image of a Rachel Berenson.

She called herself 'The One,' having a large desire to be or act like an origonal. The only one of her out there. This desire came from the knowledge that she was in fact not her own person or even a person at all. It came from the fact that she was just a copy of a warrior that Crayak was not able to have. Forever Crayak had been programming her, poisoning her into having no sign of a consciounce (i know i need spell check) or soul at all. And while doing that, he was able to create, what he thought of at least, the perfect warrior...even though he would have preferred the real one, the true Rachel. Human anger was not something to take lightly, no matter how weak the human race was and that was why he had wanted her. Her anger and rage had been something that he had not seen in any creatures other than those of his home planet, but even they would be too arrogant of their powers to think, to be cautious.

That was why Crayak felt no need to prepare for the whole. He had his prized warrior, and through her power, he had become arrogant.

"Watch them. Watch them carefully." Crayak answered, his only thought focused on the status of their group. "Report everything back to me." He said, now looking up at her. "Everything."

"As you wish." She said, bowing and fading out of sight at the same moment. And although Crayak believed her mind was on the mission, it was only on the members of the group that had once made up the Animorphs, specifically Rachel Berenson.



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A/N: Well you asked for more...thats not really a long or fulfilling chapter but i'm working on the next one...i actually know what the ending may be too!! :) (YOU"LL ALL HATE ME, trust me :D)