DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything of the animorphs, except my character
Nicole, her brother, and anything hers (well, except for the morphing
ability).
THE INTRODUCTION Chapter Five
I waited for about five seconds, I was so nervous. I was about to reach up and knock again, when suddenly the door swung open. Standing there was this gorgeous hunk of a man, who looked older than Jake, but not too much. He looked at me with uncaring eyes; eyes occupied with thoughts of something else. "Is Jake there?" I asked timidly.
The gorgeous man nodded his head, and turned to look over his shoulder. "Jake!!!!" He yelled. From the other corner of the house I heard a reply. "What Tom? What do you want?" "Someone at the door for you!!" The gorgeous man named Tom looked back at me. "He'll be right here," he said, then he walked off, leaving the door open and not inviting me in. I heard Jake ask him about that as he was walking up. "You didn't invite her in?" he said in a hushed whisper. "Didn't see any need to," Tom replied with a I'm-the-older-cooler-brother-so-i-don't-have-to-talk-to-your- friends grin and walked off.
Jake walked up to the door, and gestured in. "Come in," he said. I did so, somehow clumsily tripping over the front stoop. Embarrassed, I plopped into the chair he offered me, flushing red. He oozed confidence, not arrogance, but confidence, and that made me feel idiotic. As he sat on the loveseat opposite me, he looked at me with questioning. "Do I know you from school?" I shook my head. "Nope," I replied, "I just found out about you."
Instantly his eyes narrowed. "Found out what about me?" he said, looking at me intently. I got shaken, not expecting this reaction. Why was he looking at me with suspicion? "I found out about what you can do." Now I definitely wasn't imagining it, he looked as if he hated me.
Glaring at me intently, he leaned forward. "Listen Yeerk," he whispered through gritted teeth, "You will not win. Who have you told so far?" I didn't hear past what he first said. "Yeerk?" I asked him, confused. He laughed a harsh, derisive laugh. "Right," he said, "You're not a Yeerk. How else could you have found out about me?" I didn't really answer his question. "What's a Yeerk?"
Now he looked at me somewhat quizzically. "Normally Yeerks, once exposed, do not try to hide the fact that they are Yeerks," but then he seemed to make up his mind. "Nope, can't risk it, is this a trap?.(then to himself).wait of course she wouldn't tell me if it was a trap.(to me again).Stay here." The last command was in a crisp, sharp voice. I sat still and didn't move. Jake was scaring me. It didn't even come into my head that I should use my powers, instead I thought, **That evil looking Visser dude woulda probably been nicer compared to Jake.** But then something in my head told me that was a big no no.
I heard Jake making some hushed phone calls. Then he walked back into the living room. Looking around, he called for Tom. "Hey Tom," he called, looking in the direction of the hall. "Yeah, little bro," he said, walking into the room. He looked like he was getting ready to go somewhere. "You goin' somewhere?" Tom shrugged his shoulders, "What's it to you? Do I have to clear it with you before I go?" Tom cleared his throat, "Almighty Jake, ruler of this household, do I have thou's permission to leave?" Then he made a mocking bow, a smirk on his face all the while.
Jake laughed, though in my opinion it sounded somewhat forced. Then he threw a pillow at him. Tom ducked, avoiding the brightly colored projectile, and laughed while walking towards the door. "Just go," Jake said, looking after his brother. Tom looked back before he walked out the door. "Thanks almighty Jake," he said, then he winked.
As soon as he was out the door, and had closed it, Jake looked at me. "Upstairs, now." That wasn't a "Would you like to go upstairs?" or a "how bout we go upstairs?" that was a "Get your butt upstairs now". So I did, I wasn't about to disobey him. Turning to the stairs, I began to climb.
THE INTRODUCTION Chapter Five
I waited for about five seconds, I was so nervous. I was about to reach up and knock again, when suddenly the door swung open. Standing there was this gorgeous hunk of a man, who looked older than Jake, but not too much. He looked at me with uncaring eyes; eyes occupied with thoughts of something else. "Is Jake there?" I asked timidly.
The gorgeous man nodded his head, and turned to look over his shoulder. "Jake!!!!" He yelled. From the other corner of the house I heard a reply. "What Tom? What do you want?" "Someone at the door for you!!" The gorgeous man named Tom looked back at me. "He'll be right here," he said, then he walked off, leaving the door open and not inviting me in. I heard Jake ask him about that as he was walking up. "You didn't invite her in?" he said in a hushed whisper. "Didn't see any need to," Tom replied with a I'm-the-older-cooler-brother-so-i-don't-have-to-talk-to-your- friends grin and walked off.
Jake walked up to the door, and gestured in. "Come in," he said. I did so, somehow clumsily tripping over the front stoop. Embarrassed, I plopped into the chair he offered me, flushing red. He oozed confidence, not arrogance, but confidence, and that made me feel idiotic. As he sat on the loveseat opposite me, he looked at me with questioning. "Do I know you from school?" I shook my head. "Nope," I replied, "I just found out about you."
Instantly his eyes narrowed. "Found out what about me?" he said, looking at me intently. I got shaken, not expecting this reaction. Why was he looking at me with suspicion? "I found out about what you can do." Now I definitely wasn't imagining it, he looked as if he hated me.
Glaring at me intently, he leaned forward. "Listen Yeerk," he whispered through gritted teeth, "You will not win. Who have you told so far?" I didn't hear past what he first said. "Yeerk?" I asked him, confused. He laughed a harsh, derisive laugh. "Right," he said, "You're not a Yeerk. How else could you have found out about me?" I didn't really answer his question. "What's a Yeerk?"
Now he looked at me somewhat quizzically. "Normally Yeerks, once exposed, do not try to hide the fact that they are Yeerks," but then he seemed to make up his mind. "Nope, can't risk it, is this a trap?.(then to himself).wait of course she wouldn't tell me if it was a trap.(to me again).Stay here." The last command was in a crisp, sharp voice. I sat still and didn't move. Jake was scaring me. It didn't even come into my head that I should use my powers, instead I thought, **That evil looking Visser dude woulda probably been nicer compared to Jake.** But then something in my head told me that was a big no no.
I heard Jake making some hushed phone calls. Then he walked back into the living room. Looking around, he called for Tom. "Hey Tom," he called, looking in the direction of the hall. "Yeah, little bro," he said, walking into the room. He looked like he was getting ready to go somewhere. "You goin' somewhere?" Tom shrugged his shoulders, "What's it to you? Do I have to clear it with you before I go?" Tom cleared his throat, "Almighty Jake, ruler of this household, do I have thou's permission to leave?" Then he made a mocking bow, a smirk on his face all the while.
Jake laughed, though in my opinion it sounded somewhat forced. Then he threw a pillow at him. Tom ducked, avoiding the brightly colored projectile, and laughed while walking towards the door. "Just go," Jake said, looking after his brother. Tom looked back before he walked out the door. "Thanks almighty Jake," he said, then he winked.
As soon as he was out the door, and had closed it, Jake looked at me. "Upstairs, now." That wasn't a "Would you like to go upstairs?" or a "how bout we go upstairs?" that was a "Get your butt upstairs now". So I did, I wasn't about to disobey him. Turning to the stairs, I began to climb.