Chapter 2: The Battle (I'm titling my chapters like the Animorphs books,
aren't I?)
"Ow." I groaned, and woke up with a major backache and an even bigger headache. No, scratch that. A headache was too small a word. How about migraine or feeling the need to detach my head from my neck to relieve myself from this pain? The latter sounded extremely likely if I was able to do that.
Looking around my wide eyes saw that I was on what looked like was a large hill. Thoughts on my friends roamed into my mind, making my grand migraine worse. Were they okay? Did the Ellimist do anything to them, too? What was his master plan behind this, and--
Before I could get a grip on my surroundings, or my thoughts, what sounded and felt like a huge explosion rocked the earth I was standing on, almost tripping me. I ran to where I thought it came from, almost falling, as my feet seemed to guide themselves in the opposite direction of each other.
An awesome sight greeted me, to say the least. The five metal suits from my dream were fighting off hundreds of smaller suits that seemed to be coming out of the large base nearby. The smaller suits looked like they were overwhelming the larger suits, and my instinct decided now would be a good chance to take over. 'I have to help them,' I thought, panic daring to creep its way to my mind. Ignoring it the best I could, my eyes searched the battle I was watching, hoping to get an idea. Any idea would do well right now. 'What can I morph to that can get in there safely and knock out a bunch of those at one time?' Thinking for no more than a minute later, it then came to me.
"That's it!" I shouted ecstatically, almost giddy as I snapped my fingers.
I concentrated on the picture of the creature I was to become and I slowly felt the changes begin. No two morphings are alike, each starting differently than the next. This time I started with the tail first. I felt the spiky tail feathers push out from my tailbone like a bunch of possessed yellow painted spears. My skin started to itch as tiny feather patterns were etched on my skin, each becoming the downy yellow covering of my new form. My legs grew longer and more birdlike as my feet melted into three long bird toes, each ending in a sharp claw. My head had become large, my hair becoming the spiky yellow crest surrounding my face, which had sharp, piercing black eyes, and ended in a long, cruelly sharp beak. The last things to change were my arms, which became medium sized, pointy wings. Finally, the changes were complete as I felt the animal mind rise up to merge with mine.
Letting loose a screeching battle cry as I soared down to the battlefield, my presence was interestingly and quickly noted. With my eyes, I spotted a small blue suit sneak up on the black one with the scythe and I zapped him with a triumphant cry of "ZAAAPDOSSS!" It exploded in a brilliant flash of red as the Thunder overloaded its circuitry and set off all the ammo within the thing. Every suit on the battlefield stood completely limp, stopping their fighting and managing to stare at me. In my opinion, if the suits could mirror their pilots' expressions, every jaw on the battlefield would have been touching the ground. [A.N.-she hasn't met the G-Boys yet]
^Don't stand there drilling holes into me, defeat the enemy!^ I shouted into the mind of the people in the five large, metal suits. I used the distraction to cut down another ten suits with a Thunder attack. Much of the battle went this way until the one named Wing Zero, I think, blew up the base.
Then he turned around and aimed the gun thingy at me and, for the first time, spoke only three words, each daring and menacing, stinging like bullets, "Who are you?"
"Ow." I groaned, and woke up with a major backache and an even bigger headache. No, scratch that. A headache was too small a word. How about migraine or feeling the need to detach my head from my neck to relieve myself from this pain? The latter sounded extremely likely if I was able to do that.
Looking around my wide eyes saw that I was on what looked like was a large hill. Thoughts on my friends roamed into my mind, making my grand migraine worse. Were they okay? Did the Ellimist do anything to them, too? What was his master plan behind this, and--
Before I could get a grip on my surroundings, or my thoughts, what sounded and felt like a huge explosion rocked the earth I was standing on, almost tripping me. I ran to where I thought it came from, almost falling, as my feet seemed to guide themselves in the opposite direction of each other.
An awesome sight greeted me, to say the least. The five metal suits from my dream were fighting off hundreds of smaller suits that seemed to be coming out of the large base nearby. The smaller suits looked like they were overwhelming the larger suits, and my instinct decided now would be a good chance to take over. 'I have to help them,' I thought, panic daring to creep its way to my mind. Ignoring it the best I could, my eyes searched the battle I was watching, hoping to get an idea. Any idea would do well right now. 'What can I morph to that can get in there safely and knock out a bunch of those at one time?' Thinking for no more than a minute later, it then came to me.
"That's it!" I shouted ecstatically, almost giddy as I snapped my fingers.
I concentrated on the picture of the creature I was to become and I slowly felt the changes begin. No two morphings are alike, each starting differently than the next. This time I started with the tail first. I felt the spiky tail feathers push out from my tailbone like a bunch of possessed yellow painted spears. My skin started to itch as tiny feather patterns were etched on my skin, each becoming the downy yellow covering of my new form. My legs grew longer and more birdlike as my feet melted into three long bird toes, each ending in a sharp claw. My head had become large, my hair becoming the spiky yellow crest surrounding my face, which had sharp, piercing black eyes, and ended in a long, cruelly sharp beak. The last things to change were my arms, which became medium sized, pointy wings. Finally, the changes were complete as I felt the animal mind rise up to merge with mine.
Letting loose a screeching battle cry as I soared down to the battlefield, my presence was interestingly and quickly noted. With my eyes, I spotted a small blue suit sneak up on the black one with the scythe and I zapped him with a triumphant cry of "ZAAAPDOSSS!" It exploded in a brilliant flash of red as the Thunder overloaded its circuitry and set off all the ammo within the thing. Every suit on the battlefield stood completely limp, stopping their fighting and managing to stare at me. In my opinion, if the suits could mirror their pilots' expressions, every jaw on the battlefield would have been touching the ground. [A.N.-she hasn't met the G-Boys yet]
^Don't stand there drilling holes into me, defeat the enemy!^ I shouted into the mind of the people in the five large, metal suits. I used the distraction to cut down another ten suits with a Thunder attack. Much of the battle went this way until the one named Wing Zero, I think, blew up the base.
Then he turned around and aimed the gun thingy at me and, for the first time, spoke only three words, each daring and menacing, stinging like bullets, "Who are you?"