A/N: Someone e-mailed me, asking why Alpha was English. The reason is, in
future story's, small groups (too start off with, at least) all around
North America get the power to morph. Because the main resistance is in
America, Visser Three focus more on the UK and Europe.
Because Alpha's English, he'll know the most likely places the Yeerks would be. He'll also be able to help with the selection of British Yeerk fighters, most of which he has a history with. And because they're so close, it'll be easy to spread to Europe, and possibly Asia. The Council of Thirteen's really gonna be on V3's back if that happens. Anyway, that's why he's English. There is a reason. So, what do you think about Yeerk fighters worldwide?
Green Eyed Girl - Thanks or the tip, but Alpha's not American, remember?
Chapter One
I was walking down the street, a lit cigarette between my lips. I tried to remember when I started smoking, but it was too long ago.
"Damn Dragon's," I muttered. "Four years old, and theirs not a drug they didn't have me on. And you'd think they at least had the IQ to think up a better name."
Some old lady shouted something about kids and cigarettes. I gave her the finger. "You don't scare me punk!" I smirked. Punk?
"It's nonna your business," I yelled. "I wanna smoke a fag, I'll smoke a fag!"
"A foreigner!" she yelled, noticing the accent. "I shoulda know!"
"Fuck you bitch!" I continued walking. She yelled something about the police, and foreign trash corrupting America's youth. I ignored her. Fag was running out. I took a long, last drag, then through it away. I leaned againsed the wall, and pulled out another. I pulled out a lighter, but the flame kept bein' blown out. "Stupid bloody wind," I muttered.
Finally I got the cigarette lit, and took a breath. I held it between my fingers, and looked at the lit bit, and the smoke coming from it. The burning red bit gives birth to the smoke, the smoke starts off small an' thin, expands, then fades away. "Kinda like life," I muttered. "Wait, did I just compare fag smoke to life? Man, I must be bored."
I walked through the alley, then noticed two people were following me. Spoke too soon. I heard them whispering to each other, but I only caught a few words. ".mon man.can take 'im!"
Teenagers. Not much older than me, by the sounds of them. Little late night mugging before bed? They were nervous. That's handy.
The footsteps quickened. I broke into a run. "GET HIM!!"
Sorry the chapters so short. I will eventually get to the Animorphs, though. Remember: REVIEW!!!! I'd also like it if you checked out some of my other stuff too. Thanks! (
Because Alpha's English, he'll know the most likely places the Yeerks would be. He'll also be able to help with the selection of British Yeerk fighters, most of which he has a history with. And because they're so close, it'll be easy to spread to Europe, and possibly Asia. The Council of Thirteen's really gonna be on V3's back if that happens. Anyway, that's why he's English. There is a reason. So, what do you think about Yeerk fighters worldwide?
Green Eyed Girl - Thanks or the tip, but Alpha's not American, remember?
Chapter One
I was walking down the street, a lit cigarette between my lips. I tried to remember when I started smoking, but it was too long ago.
"Damn Dragon's," I muttered. "Four years old, and theirs not a drug they didn't have me on. And you'd think they at least had the IQ to think up a better name."
Some old lady shouted something about kids and cigarettes. I gave her the finger. "You don't scare me punk!" I smirked. Punk?
"It's nonna your business," I yelled. "I wanna smoke a fag, I'll smoke a fag!"
"A foreigner!" she yelled, noticing the accent. "I shoulda know!"
"Fuck you bitch!" I continued walking. She yelled something about the police, and foreign trash corrupting America's youth. I ignored her. Fag was running out. I took a long, last drag, then through it away. I leaned againsed the wall, and pulled out another. I pulled out a lighter, but the flame kept bein' blown out. "Stupid bloody wind," I muttered.
Finally I got the cigarette lit, and took a breath. I held it between my fingers, and looked at the lit bit, and the smoke coming from it. The burning red bit gives birth to the smoke, the smoke starts off small an' thin, expands, then fades away. "Kinda like life," I muttered. "Wait, did I just compare fag smoke to life? Man, I must be bored."
I walked through the alley, then noticed two people were following me. Spoke too soon. I heard them whispering to each other, but I only caught a few words. ".mon man.can take 'im!"
Teenagers. Not much older than me, by the sounds of them. Little late night mugging before bed? They were nervous. That's handy.
The footsteps quickened. I broke into a run. "GET HIM!!"
Sorry the chapters so short. I will eventually get to the Animorphs, though. Remember: REVIEW!!!! I'd also like it if you checked out some of my other stuff too. Thanks! (
