Hiya. My name's Mr. Black. I've always been a fan of this series...and I've
always wanted to try my hand at some writing. So here's my first fanfic.
Enjoy. All reviews/comments/suggestions/flames/gripes will be appreciated.
(Ok, maybe not the flames...) Since the chapters are relatively short, I'm
going to post them two at a time. Here we go.
Chapter One: Jay
There is one fundamental truth about how the universe works: No matter what, you are just a piece. Just a piece of a much larger object. And you aren't going to be anything more than that.
My name's Jay. My ID says that anyway. I'm still debating with myself on whether or not I actually deserve to have a name. You see, I'm not a normal human as you may think. As I said, I'm just a piece of something else.
Maybe "piece" isn't the correct word. I guess I'm more like a suit. Yeah, that's it. A suit. Nothing more than a set of muscles for someone else to operate. My pilot, the one who drives me, is out right now. She's eating.I think. I never really figured out how it worked. What she does is leave me, fall into this big, huge pool, swim around for a while, then re-enter me later.
Time out. Does this sound believable to you? I said I'm a human, but I also said a person "drives" me. She enters and exits. How's that possible?
Simple. She's not a human. Her name is Forsil 392. She's a Yeerk.
A Yeerk is a small creature, very much like a slug. Not much more than that, with one exception: they can enter the heads of other species. They can wrap themselves around your brain, settle in, and take control of you. They can make you do whatever they want. They're in control.
I'm not a free human being anymore. I'm just a suit.
My cage is next. See, a Yeerk needs to leave their host creature for a while every three days. Apparently they need to swim in the pool for a while. When the Yeerk is gone, the host can control his or her own body again. Because of this, the host creatures are thrown in cages, only to be released when his or her Yeerk is done. Forsil's just about done, so she'll be back inside for a minute.
Some people try to fight, argue, scream or cry. Personally, I don't care anymore. A lot of things can happen to someone during the course of their life, and you just have to live with them. If I try to fight, I will be killed. So, I'm going to be a suit. No point in resisting.
A Hork-Bajir guard opened my cage door. Hork-Bajir are an alien race enslaved by the Yeerks. They're just suits now, too. Hork-Bajir are huge, walking beasts. Covered in blades from head to toe, the're monsters. They make good guards, like this one.
This Hork-Bajir grabbed me and pushed my head into the pool. A squishy thing came up to my ear, and began to enter my ear canal. It started to hurt, but eventually the ear went numb. Apparently, Yeerks have a natural anasthetic built in to numb the pain. After a few seconds, she was all the way in. I could no longer move my body.
My driver made me get my head out of the water. She made me grab a towel, and dried me off.
All right, Jay. Let's go.
And I went, but I didn't move a muscle. She moved them for me.
Chapter 2: Jay
We left the underground pool complex. We walked out to the exit, which happens to be a McDonalds restaurant. We went to our car, and we drove to our house.
It's not really our house. It's yours. You earned it, I'm just a guest.
Forsil 392 is nice to me, I guess. If I were in her position, I guess I'd treat my host the body the same way. No sense having to spend every hour fighting for control.
I led a very unusual life, by comparison, before I became Forsil's home. And technically, I still do.she's just living it for me. I have a pretty unorthodox job. It's actually quite nice. I set my own hours, only work where and when I want to. And what is this wonderful profession I have?
I'm a professional poker player.
It's cute how much you like saying that.
It's not an easy job though. You have to come to a game, sit down, and play your heart out. The poker games I play in have structured limits, meaning there are small bets and big bets of fixed amounts. For example, a small bet is $20 and a big bet is $40. My goal is to win one big bet per hour. $40. I'm just trying to win $40 an hour. That's my "wage".
Jay.I hate to interrupt you, but it's time to go. "The tourists don't give money away to themselves", as you always say.
Oh yeah. It's Friday evening. The tourists are sitting down at the poker tables, ready to lose their money.
And I got to go take it from them.
Chapter One: Jay
There is one fundamental truth about how the universe works: No matter what, you are just a piece. Just a piece of a much larger object. And you aren't going to be anything more than that.
My name's Jay. My ID says that anyway. I'm still debating with myself on whether or not I actually deserve to have a name. You see, I'm not a normal human as you may think. As I said, I'm just a piece of something else.
Maybe "piece" isn't the correct word. I guess I'm more like a suit. Yeah, that's it. A suit. Nothing more than a set of muscles for someone else to operate. My pilot, the one who drives me, is out right now. She's eating.I think. I never really figured out how it worked. What she does is leave me, fall into this big, huge pool, swim around for a while, then re-enter me later.
Time out. Does this sound believable to you? I said I'm a human, but I also said a person "drives" me. She enters and exits. How's that possible?
Simple. She's not a human. Her name is Forsil 392. She's a Yeerk.
A Yeerk is a small creature, very much like a slug. Not much more than that, with one exception: they can enter the heads of other species. They can wrap themselves around your brain, settle in, and take control of you. They can make you do whatever they want. They're in control.
I'm not a free human being anymore. I'm just a suit.
My cage is next. See, a Yeerk needs to leave their host creature for a while every three days. Apparently they need to swim in the pool for a while. When the Yeerk is gone, the host can control his or her own body again. Because of this, the host creatures are thrown in cages, only to be released when his or her Yeerk is done. Forsil's just about done, so she'll be back inside for a minute.
Some people try to fight, argue, scream or cry. Personally, I don't care anymore. A lot of things can happen to someone during the course of their life, and you just have to live with them. If I try to fight, I will be killed. So, I'm going to be a suit. No point in resisting.
A Hork-Bajir guard opened my cage door. Hork-Bajir are an alien race enslaved by the Yeerks. They're just suits now, too. Hork-Bajir are huge, walking beasts. Covered in blades from head to toe, the're monsters. They make good guards, like this one.
This Hork-Bajir grabbed me and pushed my head into the pool. A squishy thing came up to my ear, and began to enter my ear canal. It started to hurt, but eventually the ear went numb. Apparently, Yeerks have a natural anasthetic built in to numb the pain. After a few seconds, she was all the way in. I could no longer move my body.
My driver made me get my head out of the water. She made me grab a towel, and dried me off.
All right, Jay. Let's go.
And I went, but I didn't move a muscle. She moved them for me.
Chapter 2: Jay
We left the underground pool complex. We walked out to the exit, which happens to be a McDonalds restaurant. We went to our car, and we drove to our house.
It's not really our house. It's yours. You earned it, I'm just a guest.
Forsil 392 is nice to me, I guess. If I were in her position, I guess I'd treat my host the body the same way. No sense having to spend every hour fighting for control.
I led a very unusual life, by comparison, before I became Forsil's home. And technically, I still do.she's just living it for me. I have a pretty unorthodox job. It's actually quite nice. I set my own hours, only work where and when I want to. And what is this wonderful profession I have?
I'm a professional poker player.
It's cute how much you like saying that.
It's not an easy job though. You have to come to a game, sit down, and play your heart out. The poker games I play in have structured limits, meaning there are small bets and big bets of fixed amounts. For example, a small bet is $20 and a big bet is $40. My goal is to win one big bet per hour. $40. I'm just trying to win $40 an hour. That's my "wage".
Jay.I hate to interrupt you, but it's time to go. "The tourists don't give money away to themselves", as you always say.
Oh yeah. It's Friday evening. The tourists are sitting down at the poker tables, ready to lose their money.
And I got to go take it from them.
