( Here's where it should get interesting , and that's all I'm giving away.
Tee-hee).
Jinako-Chan: Another anime fan? (sighs happily.)
Green-eyed Girl: (tackles reviewer.) For such wonderful praise you will be hugged by Claire Chan until you turn blue! (begins hugging)
Anifan1: I dunno , maybe. But probably not.
Melissa:
Let's try this again. Visser Three said as I was slammed into the wall for the 9 hundredth time. Who. Are. They?
" Nnnnn..."I whimpered pitifully as I leaned against the wall for support. My blood streaked the walls and all the surround walls in the room. My hand prints were in blood on the wall I was sprawled against.
You're more trouble than you're worth , human. I'd have handed you to the Taxxons if I trusted them not to eat you.
" Guh!" I coughed up some more blood. My legs wobbled , just barely supporting me.
I was hurt. I was hungry. I was so , so cold. And hurt and hurt and hurt. I was probably sick too.
I started to cough again. Specks of blood flew out.
The Visser heaved a sigh and gave me a disgusted look.
Medical personnel , report to me immediately! he broadcasted his thought speak.
I stared dumbly at him in disbelief. He was getting a doctor?
Don't get the wrong idea , human. he said , reading my gaze. I need to make you fit again so I can pound on you some more.
I'd forgotten just how fragile you weaklings primates are. he added spitefully.
Of course. How naïve had I been? I didn't have much time to ponder it , because I promptly vomited , almost dumping my insides on Visser Three.
He jumped back just in time. If looks could kill.....
I heard footsteps coming down the hallway.
Medics , I thought grimly. So they've come to scrape me off the wall.
Suddenly the lights flickered and went out.
I heard the footsteps enter the room.
What is the meaning of - who are you?!! the Visser roared.
" Maitanance ." I heard a young boys voice respond.
I did not send for maitanence !
" Very good. You did not. We sent ourselves." said a guys voice. He didn't sound older than me.
WHUMP! - SLUMP!
Something or someone dropped to the floor heavily. Someone knocked Visser Three out? Who WERE these people?!
The lights came on. What I saw was 3 people dressed in black from head to foot. Visser Three was sprawled on the floor unconscious. A base ball bat lay by his side. Bluish blood oozed from his head.
I gawked.
The boy , that couldn't have been more than eleven winced a little in embarrassment. " We don't look the part , perhaps , but we're the good guys. We came to get you out of here."
All I could see was there eyes.
" It's not very fashionable , perhaps , but it makes us hard to recognize." explained the teen .
The young woman walked up to be and scooped me up. " Hey!" I protested.
" Sorry." she said gently. " But we really need you to trust us."
Suddenly a sheet was thrown over me , the light went dead again , and they ran.
Shaiel 985
I am Shaiel 985. But these days I go by Taliel 278. My real name is not safe anymore. But none of us in the Peace Movement are truly safe.
My first host , and former host now is a human boy named Mark. It was his birthday when we took him. He was playing in the tunnels on the playground. Down one of them is one of our entrances to the Yeerk pool. It's usually used by Yeerks who have young children for hosts. Mark was taken because his mother was chief of police. He could be used to get information.
He was only 9 then. It was a terrible thing to do. Even now , I feel guilty though he has long since forgiven me.
At first he always fought me , and that was fine with me. Hosts were supposed to be annoying. Then he started opening up to me willingly. He said that I was so wrong about life and he wanted show me how much more there was to it.
He had been watching me closely , and he didn't believe that I was quite as evil as he had first thought. After all , he said , he was in my mind in a way also. He sensed when I was scared or upset. And he also sensed that I didn't like what I was doing. He sensed that I was unhappy.
And at first I denied it. But within a week I was pouring out more stuff to him than any Yeerk ever should to a host. So he got the idea we should be friends. I laughed at first , but I accepted.
I acted especially venomous to him in the end though , when I got promoted and had to leave him. I argued. I told the sub-visser I was happy where I was. But too much arguing would make him suspicious. So I was hateful, it made dealing with the fact I had to leave Mark easier.
But he knew me too well and saw right through it. You're such a bad liar. You're just angry because you and I can't talk to each other anymore. I'll miss you too. But.Shaiel? What's going to happen to me when you leave?
The Yeerk that controlled Mark after me witnessed against me at the trail. Needless to say , the trial didn't last very long. The night of my execution , my so-called friend confronted me. He didn't want to take the chance I would be cleared overnight. It would make him look bad , I suppose. So he decided to finish me right there and then.
My host , ( I had been disgraced and demoted back to a Gedd,) died. But I escaped in time. I used my sonar to pinpoint my way around and by some miracle found my way back to the pool. My 'death' was classified as an assassination.
I had heard rumors of the Peace Movement. I found who I needed to find and joined them. How I got Mark back is an even longer story , and has nothing to do with this one.
We ran back down the hallway , blending in with the dark. Talaka was carrying the human girl , wrapped in sheet. Frankly , I think she was too feeble to argue with us.
I was nervous. If we were going to pull this off , we needed to leave fast.
And to do that , we had to pass through the Yeerk pool.
( I felt that it was necessary to give you some idea who Shaiel was and what he was about. Also I wanted to put a chapter up during the week since studying takes up allot of my time.)
Jinako-Chan: Another anime fan? (sighs happily.)
Green-eyed Girl: (tackles reviewer.) For such wonderful praise you will be hugged by Claire Chan until you turn blue! (begins hugging)
Anifan1: I dunno , maybe. But probably not.
Melissa:
Let's try this again. Visser Three said as I was slammed into the wall for the 9 hundredth time. Who. Are. They?
" Nnnnn..."I whimpered pitifully as I leaned against the wall for support. My blood streaked the walls and all the surround walls in the room. My hand prints were in blood on the wall I was sprawled against.
You're more trouble than you're worth , human. I'd have handed you to the Taxxons if I trusted them not to eat you.
" Guh!" I coughed up some more blood. My legs wobbled , just barely supporting me.
I was hurt. I was hungry. I was so , so cold. And hurt and hurt and hurt. I was probably sick too.
I started to cough again. Specks of blood flew out.
The Visser heaved a sigh and gave me a disgusted look.
Medical personnel , report to me immediately! he broadcasted his thought speak.
I stared dumbly at him in disbelief. He was getting a doctor?
Don't get the wrong idea , human. he said , reading my gaze. I need to make you fit again so I can pound on you some more.
I'd forgotten just how fragile you weaklings primates are. he added spitefully.
Of course. How naïve had I been? I didn't have much time to ponder it , because I promptly vomited , almost dumping my insides on Visser Three.
He jumped back just in time. If looks could kill.....
I heard footsteps coming down the hallway.
Medics , I thought grimly. So they've come to scrape me off the wall.
Suddenly the lights flickered and went out.
I heard the footsteps enter the room.
What is the meaning of - who are you?!! the Visser roared.
" Maitanance ." I heard a young boys voice respond.
I did not send for maitanence !
" Very good. You did not. We sent ourselves." said a guys voice. He didn't sound older than me.
WHUMP! - SLUMP!
Something or someone dropped to the floor heavily. Someone knocked Visser Three out? Who WERE these people?!
The lights came on. What I saw was 3 people dressed in black from head to foot. Visser Three was sprawled on the floor unconscious. A base ball bat lay by his side. Bluish blood oozed from his head.
I gawked.
The boy , that couldn't have been more than eleven winced a little in embarrassment. " We don't look the part , perhaps , but we're the good guys. We came to get you out of here."
All I could see was there eyes.
" It's not very fashionable , perhaps , but it makes us hard to recognize." explained the teen .
The young woman walked up to be and scooped me up. " Hey!" I protested.
" Sorry." she said gently. " But we really need you to trust us."
Suddenly a sheet was thrown over me , the light went dead again , and they ran.
Shaiel 985
I am Shaiel 985. But these days I go by Taliel 278. My real name is not safe anymore. But none of us in the Peace Movement are truly safe.
My first host , and former host now is a human boy named Mark. It was his birthday when we took him. He was playing in the tunnels on the playground. Down one of them is one of our entrances to the Yeerk pool. It's usually used by Yeerks who have young children for hosts. Mark was taken because his mother was chief of police. He could be used to get information.
He was only 9 then. It was a terrible thing to do. Even now , I feel guilty though he has long since forgiven me.
At first he always fought me , and that was fine with me. Hosts were supposed to be annoying. Then he started opening up to me willingly. He said that I was so wrong about life and he wanted show me how much more there was to it.
He had been watching me closely , and he didn't believe that I was quite as evil as he had first thought. After all , he said , he was in my mind in a way also. He sensed when I was scared or upset. And he also sensed that I didn't like what I was doing. He sensed that I was unhappy.
And at first I denied it. But within a week I was pouring out more stuff to him than any Yeerk ever should to a host. So he got the idea we should be friends. I laughed at first , but I accepted.
I acted especially venomous to him in the end though , when I got promoted and had to leave him. I argued. I told the sub-visser I was happy where I was. But too much arguing would make him suspicious. So I was hateful, it made dealing with the fact I had to leave Mark easier.
But he knew me too well and saw right through it. You're such a bad liar. You're just angry because you and I can't talk to each other anymore. I'll miss you too. But.Shaiel? What's going to happen to me when you leave?
The Yeerk that controlled Mark after me witnessed against me at the trail. Needless to say , the trial didn't last very long. The night of my execution , my so-called friend confronted me. He didn't want to take the chance I would be cleared overnight. It would make him look bad , I suppose. So he decided to finish me right there and then.
My host , ( I had been disgraced and demoted back to a Gedd,) died. But I escaped in time. I used my sonar to pinpoint my way around and by some miracle found my way back to the pool. My 'death' was classified as an assassination.
I had heard rumors of the Peace Movement. I found who I needed to find and joined them. How I got Mark back is an even longer story , and has nothing to do with this one.
We ran back down the hallway , blending in with the dark. Talaka was carrying the human girl , wrapped in sheet. Frankly , I think she was too feeble to argue with us.
I was nervous. If we were going to pull this off , we needed to leave fast.
And to do that , we had to pass through the Yeerk pool.
( I felt that it was necessary to give you some idea who Shaiel was and what he was about. Also I wanted to put a chapter up during the week since studying takes up allot of my time.)