AN: Been a long time, oh well. The monster is mine, Leigh is mine, but not
the Animorphs. ***= scene change
Chapter nine
Ok, this was not what I had in mind when I had asked them about the plans. It seems that Jake's older brother is a high-ranking yeerk officer. How very convenient...
Anyway, this was Rachel's brain baby, edited by Cassie and Marco. We're supposed to bust up a Yeerk meeting (aka the Sharing) and fight the good fight then retreat, leaving the dagger behind. See? Nice and simple.
Of course, Murphy's Law came into play here: If you think something bad is going to happen, it probably will. Here's where we get screwed up to hell and back.
*** Jake! Watch out for his tail! I shouted at the tiger, while dodging a taxxon, who was trying to body slam me and eat me.
See, we had infiltrated the sharing meeting and screwed with the whole thing by having Ax knock out some controller and having the guy wake up screaming, "Andalite Bandits! Andalite Bandits!" Over and over like some idiot. Who ever said that yeerks were smart, never met this guy.
Anyway...
Cassie! Behind you! I heard Rachel yell at the wolf.
Ahhh!!! Marco's voice filled my head as I clawed at the Taxxon then went to help him.
Marco was in a gorilla morph, he actually looks better that way in my opinion. The Hork-Bajir that was fighting him swung his deadly tail at him, hitting him square in the chest.
I pounced onto the alien's back and bit down as hard as my teeth would allow it, raking my claws downward. The Creatures serpent like head flung back as it hopped around trying to get me off.
Ok, guys, it's time to get the hell out of here! Jake turns and starts to race towards the exit with the others limping behind.
I jumped down and was running after them as fast as my four legs could carry me, even if one of them was lame. I had made to the outside and was looking for the spot to morph back and get out of there when I felt a tentacle wrap around my hind leg, the one that was already in pain.
AHHH!! I tripped up and fell, then looked back. What I saw....I don't think I could describe what it was. It made all my twisted monsters in my stories look harmless and docile. This thing was black as night, or more, and it had veins running through it like green blood. It had two mouths; one on what I think was its face and another on what I thought to be its stomach. Its eyes reminded me of an octopus, silvery with a weird black upside down crescent moon. Oh, did I mention that its teeth would make the shark and T-Rex jealous?
Help! Guys!? I was practically half-dead from fear and blood loss.
Ahh, it seems the Andalites have found another one of their comrades. A sneering voice said, echoing inside my head, Must be a young one.
Murphy's Law must be having a field day with my life.
Now, surrender, Andalite, and I'll make sure you'll live to see the next day. Ok, now breath, I thought, now what would a pompous Andalite that is a novice say to another?
I will never surrender to an abomination like you, Visser Three.
A female?
Got a problem with that?
To this day, I could have sworn that he smiled, with both mouths. No, it'll make eating you all the better.
Oh no, I was in deep, deep shit.
Leigh!? I heard Tobias call out, Don't worry, will have you out in a jiff. Don't worry!? I called back trying vainly, and failing miserably, to suppress the hysteria and fear that thrummed throw me. HE'S GONNA EAT MEEEEE!!!! I could hear Marco snickering, Does he want to get sick? He cajole Eating you..we should've tried that before. Maybe he'll die of food poison. Shut up Marco and get me the hell out of here! I yelled at him Falling unconscious from blood loss is not one of my favorite things in this world, ya know. Chill, we've got it. Rachel told me.
I looked back at the creature that was Visser three. What is your form called? I asked acting as though I was an Andalite. I don't think I have ever seen it before. Here's my plan: Suck up enough to get his ego swelled up, and try to sneak away. It seemed that plan A was working.
This form is called the Rajaakuma, young Andalite.
That's when a bird dive bomb, then another and another, scratched out his eyes. AAAAHHHHH!!! He let go of my, now abused and useless, hind leg and I shot out into the night, running as far as I could away from his bellows of rageDAMN YOU ANDALITES!
****
I trotted until I had found a good place to demorph. After I had demorphed, I slide to the ground, wrapped my arms around my knees, leaned my head back against the dirty brick wall and sighed. This had been my first time, really, killing a living creature. Not someone's memories of killing someone else. I closed my eyes briefly, trying to force the mental images of myself killing the blood thirsty Taxxons and the deadly bladed Hork-Bajir. I felt the bile build up in the back of my mouth and swallowed thickly. There was no way in heaven or hell that I was going to get any less tonight, maybe not tomorrow either.
But, the mission was over, the killing was done now, now there was nothing more to do then go home and try to sleep, even if you can't.
I heard the sound of feet walk into the alley where I was hiding. I remained where I was, wondering idly if it was some drunk or some guy looking for a whore to sleep with. Instead, I heard, "Leigh?"
It was Cassie. They'd send her because she was the one that was good at dealing with emotions and stuff; the others suck at it.
"Yeah," I was mildly surprised at the face that my voice sounded almost normal, like I could have been talking about the weather or school.
"How do you feel?" She sat next to me.
I almost laughed; it was back to the psychiatric couch for me. "I don't know, no, I do." I glanced at her, she was still in her morphing suit, and her hair was still braided in tiny little micobraids. "It feels like a vision I had after I've been to a murder scene...numb and calm."
She nods, "It's just shock, don't worry, you'll get use to it."
I looked at her fully. For someone so young, she looked tired, strained even. Like she's been struggling against something all her life and was still trying to cope with a loss of some sort.
She reminded me of me, after my first couple of visions. I had the same tired look. I gave her a half-hearted smile, "Yeah, I guess we will."
I had said we, because to me, she still wasn't use to it either, even if she had been there longer than me.
She nods, "Come on, we've got to get home."
****
After what I believe was a few hours worth of sleep, I was shaken awake hearing someone calling my name. "Leigh! Wake up!"
Groggily, I opened my eyes and stared at him blearily. "Huh?"
He had this worried look on his face and he looked like he had just gotten out of bed.
"Are you ok?"
I nodded, "Yeah, why?"
"You were screaming in your sleep."
I froze, and silently prayed that my subconscious wasn't saying anything. "What did I say?"
He looked puzzled for a moment then stated, "Help me and the rest was nothing but mumbles." He looked worried again, "Are you sure you're ok?" He asked, "ever since that last case you've worked one, you've been more withdrawn. I hoped that you would make some friends here."
I smiled at him and nodded, "Don't worry daddy," I kissed his cheek and lay back down, "I'm ok, just need some more sleep, that's all."
He nods, but stayed with me, rubbing my back in a soothing motion as though I was eight again and had nightmares and saw monsters in my room. It had always been like that, just him and I. Doing things that were normal father-daughter things.
I closed my eyes, letting my mind drift and still smelling his aftershave. He wore the same brand ever since I can remember. It's like I can be blindfolded and still find him in a room full of people, just by is smell. It was imprinted in my mind, but there was always another smell that I remember from when I was a baby. It was faint like a wisp of smoke. Now, I had identified the smell as Heather, which was odd because for as long as I remember Daddy wearing the smell of aftershave and cologne for so long, I never once remember someone in our family wearing that scent.
There was something..compelling about it, like a memory trying to resurface, but not quite there. I had given up on finding the person who wore it and gotten on with my life, but every now and then, I would still wonder....
Finally, sleep had taken over sucking into the darkness with no dreams or thoughts and for the first time in a while, I slept pretty well.
AN: Hope you liked it. Oh, and Rajaakuma means- ' King devil'
Chapter nine
Ok, this was not what I had in mind when I had asked them about the plans. It seems that Jake's older brother is a high-ranking yeerk officer. How very convenient...
Anyway, this was Rachel's brain baby, edited by Cassie and Marco. We're supposed to bust up a Yeerk meeting (aka the Sharing) and fight the good fight then retreat, leaving the dagger behind. See? Nice and simple.
Of course, Murphy's Law came into play here: If you think something bad is going to happen, it probably will. Here's where we get screwed up to hell and back.
*** Jake! Watch out for his tail! I shouted at the tiger, while dodging a taxxon, who was trying to body slam me and eat me.
See, we had infiltrated the sharing meeting and screwed with the whole thing by having Ax knock out some controller and having the guy wake up screaming, "Andalite Bandits! Andalite Bandits!" Over and over like some idiot. Who ever said that yeerks were smart, never met this guy.
Anyway...
Cassie! Behind you! I heard Rachel yell at the wolf.
Ahhh!!! Marco's voice filled my head as I clawed at the Taxxon then went to help him.
Marco was in a gorilla morph, he actually looks better that way in my opinion. The Hork-Bajir that was fighting him swung his deadly tail at him, hitting him square in the chest.
I pounced onto the alien's back and bit down as hard as my teeth would allow it, raking my claws downward. The Creatures serpent like head flung back as it hopped around trying to get me off.
Ok, guys, it's time to get the hell out of here! Jake turns and starts to race towards the exit with the others limping behind.
I jumped down and was running after them as fast as my four legs could carry me, even if one of them was lame. I had made to the outside and was looking for the spot to morph back and get out of there when I felt a tentacle wrap around my hind leg, the one that was already in pain.
AHHH!! I tripped up and fell, then looked back. What I saw....I don't think I could describe what it was. It made all my twisted monsters in my stories look harmless and docile. This thing was black as night, or more, and it had veins running through it like green blood. It had two mouths; one on what I think was its face and another on what I thought to be its stomach. Its eyes reminded me of an octopus, silvery with a weird black upside down crescent moon. Oh, did I mention that its teeth would make the shark and T-Rex jealous?
Help! Guys!? I was practically half-dead from fear and blood loss.
Ahh, it seems the Andalites have found another one of their comrades. A sneering voice said, echoing inside my head, Must be a young one.
Murphy's Law must be having a field day with my life.
Now, surrender, Andalite, and I'll make sure you'll live to see the next day. Ok, now breath, I thought, now what would a pompous Andalite that is a novice say to another?
I will never surrender to an abomination like you, Visser Three.
A female?
Got a problem with that?
To this day, I could have sworn that he smiled, with both mouths. No, it'll make eating you all the better.
Oh no, I was in deep, deep shit.
Leigh!? I heard Tobias call out, Don't worry, will have you out in a jiff. Don't worry!? I called back trying vainly, and failing miserably, to suppress the hysteria and fear that thrummed throw me. HE'S GONNA EAT MEEEEE!!!! I could hear Marco snickering, Does he want to get sick? He cajole Eating you..we should've tried that before. Maybe he'll die of food poison. Shut up Marco and get me the hell out of here! I yelled at him Falling unconscious from blood loss is not one of my favorite things in this world, ya know. Chill, we've got it. Rachel told me.
I looked back at the creature that was Visser three. What is your form called? I asked acting as though I was an Andalite. I don't think I have ever seen it before. Here's my plan: Suck up enough to get his ego swelled up, and try to sneak away. It seemed that plan A was working.
This form is called the Rajaakuma, young Andalite.
That's when a bird dive bomb, then another and another, scratched out his eyes. AAAAHHHHH!!! He let go of my, now abused and useless, hind leg and I shot out into the night, running as far as I could away from his bellows of rageDAMN YOU ANDALITES!
****
I trotted until I had found a good place to demorph. After I had demorphed, I slide to the ground, wrapped my arms around my knees, leaned my head back against the dirty brick wall and sighed. This had been my first time, really, killing a living creature. Not someone's memories of killing someone else. I closed my eyes briefly, trying to force the mental images of myself killing the blood thirsty Taxxons and the deadly bladed Hork-Bajir. I felt the bile build up in the back of my mouth and swallowed thickly. There was no way in heaven or hell that I was going to get any less tonight, maybe not tomorrow either.
But, the mission was over, the killing was done now, now there was nothing more to do then go home and try to sleep, even if you can't.
I heard the sound of feet walk into the alley where I was hiding. I remained where I was, wondering idly if it was some drunk or some guy looking for a whore to sleep with. Instead, I heard, "Leigh?"
It was Cassie. They'd send her because she was the one that was good at dealing with emotions and stuff; the others suck at it.
"Yeah," I was mildly surprised at the face that my voice sounded almost normal, like I could have been talking about the weather or school.
"How do you feel?" She sat next to me.
I almost laughed; it was back to the psychiatric couch for me. "I don't know, no, I do." I glanced at her, she was still in her morphing suit, and her hair was still braided in tiny little micobraids. "It feels like a vision I had after I've been to a murder scene...numb and calm."
She nods, "It's just shock, don't worry, you'll get use to it."
I looked at her fully. For someone so young, she looked tired, strained even. Like she's been struggling against something all her life and was still trying to cope with a loss of some sort.
She reminded me of me, after my first couple of visions. I had the same tired look. I gave her a half-hearted smile, "Yeah, I guess we will."
I had said we, because to me, she still wasn't use to it either, even if she had been there longer than me.
She nods, "Come on, we've got to get home."
****
After what I believe was a few hours worth of sleep, I was shaken awake hearing someone calling my name. "Leigh! Wake up!"
Groggily, I opened my eyes and stared at him blearily. "Huh?"
He had this worried look on his face and he looked like he had just gotten out of bed.
"Are you ok?"
I nodded, "Yeah, why?"
"You were screaming in your sleep."
I froze, and silently prayed that my subconscious wasn't saying anything. "What did I say?"
He looked puzzled for a moment then stated, "Help me and the rest was nothing but mumbles." He looked worried again, "Are you sure you're ok?" He asked, "ever since that last case you've worked one, you've been more withdrawn. I hoped that you would make some friends here."
I smiled at him and nodded, "Don't worry daddy," I kissed his cheek and lay back down, "I'm ok, just need some more sleep, that's all."
He nods, but stayed with me, rubbing my back in a soothing motion as though I was eight again and had nightmares and saw monsters in my room. It had always been like that, just him and I. Doing things that were normal father-daughter things.
I closed my eyes, letting my mind drift and still smelling his aftershave. He wore the same brand ever since I can remember. It's like I can be blindfolded and still find him in a room full of people, just by is smell. It was imprinted in my mind, but there was always another smell that I remember from when I was a baby. It was faint like a wisp of smoke. Now, I had identified the smell as Heather, which was odd because for as long as I remember Daddy wearing the smell of aftershave and cologne for so long, I never once remember someone in our family wearing that scent.
There was something..compelling about it, like a memory trying to resurface, but not quite there. I had given up on finding the person who wore it and gotten on with my life, but every now and then, I would still wonder....
Finally, sleep had taken over sucking into the darkness with no dreams or thoughts and for the first time in a while, I slept pretty well.
AN: Hope you liked it. Oh, and Rajaakuma means- ' King devil'
