Disclaimer: Me and Myself and the ever humble I do not own any of the
Animorphs characters etcetera.
First off, my good friend Tigre thought that Tobias was stuck in human morph. Let me assure you all... he was not. At least not in chapter two. If you will notice, I wrote that he changed back and said "It will be alright Jake" before doing so. Just so that's all clear, 'ncase you've been confused.
Thank you to: Myself (the anonymous person who gave me a review, not me. I'm not that conceited.), Volleys, Tigre and Julz.
Tobias shook his feathered head before darting down into the moon lit grassy field and plucking up a field mouse with his long curved talons. It squealed and he delighted in its small helpless shrieks.
'yes mouse, scream you pitiful filth! I will tear you open and gut you like a fish and sink my beak into your bloody, warm...'
'Tobias! Get a hold of yourself man!'
He shivered disgustedly, dropping the rodent into a nearby hole.
'God, this'll be the end of me. If only I could be with people again.' He landed on a branch gracefully.
'Although no one appreciates me. No-one wants me around.' The boy in him sighed heavily.
'Jake is nice to me. He let me hold him today.' that made the boy inside smile.
'He let me comfort him. Maybe he does care. Maybe.' a fierce wind pulled at his wings and he hung the beaked head.
'Don't hope for too much Tobias. Hoping gets you no where.' The hawk, the boy, sat in the cold. Eyes blazing and heart pounding. Not one human was in sight and Tobias decided, that was a good thing. He shut his hawk eyes and also decided... he was not going to be human anytime soon. He would be forever a hawk, feating on blood and reveling in those screeches that plagued his nightmares. Yes. This was his life. This is how it would always be. This was how he would always remain. As a hawk.
Jake sat up in his bed. The dream coming back to him clearly. The rain, the wind, the screams... the blood. He ran down the hall and shoved open the bathroom door barely making it to his destination. And then he lost it. His stomach wracked painfully for a minute before settling down and he sucked in a distasteful breath, flushing the toilet. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and proceeded to the sink.
"Jake?" a male voice came from the doorway and he felt his stomach churn again. "Hey Tom." He ignored the urge to turn around and stare deep into those dark eyes and instead quickly washed the vomit from his hand and brushed his teeth thoroughly. "You OK?" his brother seemed concerned. 'But on the inside it's all fake.' Jake thought bitterly, brushing his teeth vigorously to hide his scowl. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." He answered dully, still not letting himself turn around.
"You sure?" He tensed feeling the large hand on his shoulder. "I-I'm fine Tom. Really." Jake returned the green and silver toothbrush to its holder and left the toothpaste on the counter, not entirely sure if his insides were done boiling. Then ignoring the replica of Tom's concerned look he walked out and headed straight back to his room. Shutting the door behind him.
It opened again. 'WHAT NOW?' he wanted to scream.
It was Tom.
"Hey. I told you I'm-"
"Fine. I know." Jake could see his brothers eyes roll. "Your not. Are you." The younger boy sighed. "Look, I don't really want to talk about this OK?" Tom nodded genuinely.
'No. He's just pretending. He's not being real. That's not Tom. He's lying'
"Jake. I know your having trouble, and I-I don't know what it is but... If you go to the sharing they can help." His eyes stayed focused and calm but his heart broke into a thousand pieces.
"Sure Tom. I'll think about it." The yeerk nodded. "It's a really cool group, the sharing I mean." He came closer and hugged Jake "I just want what's best for you." The animorphs leader coughed heavily and ran out of the room and back to the small bathroom. He hurriedly locked the door before landing on his knees on the tile. His stomach emptied contents that weren't there and he sobbed breathlessly.
'Why Why WHY!' he gripped the glass bowl harshly and then blacked out. Only to face his dreams alone. More so than ever before.
First off, my good friend Tigre thought that Tobias was stuck in human morph. Let me assure you all... he was not. At least not in chapter two. If you will notice, I wrote that he changed back and said "It will be alright Jake" before doing so. Just so that's all clear, 'ncase you've been confused.
Thank you to: Myself (the anonymous person who gave me a review, not me. I'm not that conceited.), Volleys, Tigre and Julz.
Tobias shook his feathered head before darting down into the moon lit grassy field and plucking up a field mouse with his long curved talons. It squealed and he delighted in its small helpless shrieks.
'yes mouse, scream you pitiful filth! I will tear you open and gut you like a fish and sink my beak into your bloody, warm...'
'Tobias! Get a hold of yourself man!'
He shivered disgustedly, dropping the rodent into a nearby hole.
'God, this'll be the end of me. If only I could be with people again.' He landed on a branch gracefully.
'Although no one appreciates me. No-one wants me around.' The boy in him sighed heavily.
'Jake is nice to me. He let me hold him today.' that made the boy inside smile.
'He let me comfort him. Maybe he does care. Maybe.' a fierce wind pulled at his wings and he hung the beaked head.
'Don't hope for too much Tobias. Hoping gets you no where.' The hawk, the boy, sat in the cold. Eyes blazing and heart pounding. Not one human was in sight and Tobias decided, that was a good thing. He shut his hawk eyes and also decided... he was not going to be human anytime soon. He would be forever a hawk, feating on blood and reveling in those screeches that plagued his nightmares. Yes. This was his life. This is how it would always be. This was how he would always remain. As a hawk.
Jake sat up in his bed. The dream coming back to him clearly. The rain, the wind, the screams... the blood. He ran down the hall and shoved open the bathroom door barely making it to his destination. And then he lost it. His stomach wracked painfully for a minute before settling down and he sucked in a distasteful breath, flushing the toilet. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and proceeded to the sink.
"Jake?" a male voice came from the doorway and he felt his stomach churn again. "Hey Tom." He ignored the urge to turn around and stare deep into those dark eyes and instead quickly washed the vomit from his hand and brushed his teeth thoroughly. "You OK?" his brother seemed concerned. 'But on the inside it's all fake.' Jake thought bitterly, brushing his teeth vigorously to hide his scowl. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." He answered dully, still not letting himself turn around.
"You sure?" He tensed feeling the large hand on his shoulder. "I-I'm fine Tom. Really." Jake returned the green and silver toothbrush to its holder and left the toothpaste on the counter, not entirely sure if his insides were done boiling. Then ignoring the replica of Tom's concerned look he walked out and headed straight back to his room. Shutting the door behind him.
It opened again. 'WHAT NOW?' he wanted to scream.
It was Tom.
"Hey. I told you I'm-"
"Fine. I know." Jake could see his brothers eyes roll. "Your not. Are you." The younger boy sighed. "Look, I don't really want to talk about this OK?" Tom nodded genuinely.
'No. He's just pretending. He's not being real. That's not Tom. He's lying'
"Jake. I know your having trouble, and I-I don't know what it is but... If you go to the sharing they can help." His eyes stayed focused and calm but his heart broke into a thousand pieces.
"Sure Tom. I'll think about it." The yeerk nodded. "It's a really cool group, the sharing I mean." He came closer and hugged Jake "I just want what's best for you." The animorphs leader coughed heavily and ran out of the room and back to the small bathroom. He hurriedly locked the door before landing on his knees on the tile. His stomach emptied contents that weren't there and he sobbed breathlessly.
'Why Why WHY!' he gripped the glass bowl harshly and then blacked out. Only to face his dreams alone. More so than ever before.