DISCLAIMER: I OWN THE ANIMORPHS! **is tackled by big Scholastic police and
poked with cattle prods** Ow ow ow!! Bzzt! OW! OKAY! I DON'T OWN THEM! ow!
STOP IT!!
NOTE: I shoulda said this in Chapter 1, but I'll say it now. All of my stories ignore books #45-54. Actually I'd place them anywhere from #13-30. You know, before the whole "yeerks know who we are, we live with the horks, yeerks can morph, Rachel dies" fiasco. I don't know about you, but I hated the end. I guess I'm in some sad form of denial over a work of fiction. Oh well. My mommy still loves me = ) Oh, and no I didn't make up plintconarhythmic physics, that was in one of the books. I don't remember which, though, it just came to me in a brain fart.
DJ Eagel thanks for telling me where I got driftball from!
Tobias -
Now, I think Ax is awesome. He's my best bud, my shorm. And technically he's my uncle. But today he'd just been giving us one bad piece of information after another. I know it's not his fault, but I was tired, wet, and hot. Still, I kept my mouth shut and looked away from the corpse of the controller. I gave a little push off Rachel's shoulder and went airborne again, being careful to dodge what we now had dubbed "Whomping Willows".
"This sucks." Marco said simply.
:"No kidding, Sherlock." Rachel retorted.
"You know, I suddenly don't feel safe as a human." Jake said. "We should morph."
Prince Jake, I wish to point out that if there are technologically advanced species here, they may have the key for us to get home. Ax said.
"Good point."
As they talked I found myself glancing at the grotesque scene once again. Then I saw something I missed before. I had been to busy looking at the controller.
You guys, look at the other side of the controller. I said.
Jake walked around the body, keeping at a safe distance, as if the body would come alive and bite him. He saw what I saw.
"It's the two sphere-ship things. The ones that brought us here." He said. The two spheres looked crushed, like a pair of deflated basketballs. Their surfaces were littered with wormholes, like the barrel of the rifle next to the controller.
"I'd really REALLY like to know what's going on. . ." Rachel said.
"We all would." Jake said. An orange and black pattern appeared on his skin. He swiftly was morphing his Siberian tiger. He and Rachel morphed their usual firepower morphs. Marco and Cassie stayed human, so they could morph when Jake and Rachel's time was up. Including Ax, that meant we had protection at all times,
Well. Let's go see what kind of aliens have screwed us over now. Jake said.
Please don't be Helmacrons. Rachel begged.
Marco cautiously stepped toward the two spheres. His finger shook as he reached for them. I don't know why, but we were scared. He touched it and pulled his hand away fast, as if it burned him.
"What's wrong?" Cassie asked,
"Jeez, I thought I saw something move." Marco said. He bent again and quickly grabbed one of the little ships and flung it away from the dead body. None of us wanted to get too close to the controller. It landed with a dull thud in the white sand of the forest. Sand billowed into the air. We followed it to look closer. If I had a jaw, it would have dropped.
The impact from when Marco threw it to the ground caused whatever was inside to pop out of the little holes with a soft PWOOOSH! To the others it probably looked like little rust-colored dirt particles or something. From high up, past the huge leaves, I could see what they really were.
Okay. . .so it's filled with dirt? Rachel asked.
No. Oh my God. I said in awe.
What?
The sand disturbed from when the sphere hit the ground was finally settling. The others got a good view at what came out.
Are those dead ANTS!?! Marco demanded.
Something smells weirdly familiar. . . Rachel said, inhaling with her grizzly nose.
"No, not ants, they have too many segments. . ." Cassie said confused.
Okay, jeez, they were not getting it.
You guys. Think. I said impatiently. Silence, then suddenly they all jerked at once.
Wow, talk about the past coming back to bite you in the butt. Marco muttered.
**snickers** Short chapter, sowwie. Okey-dokey, just so ya know, I DO have a weird obsession with Megamorphs #2. I know what you're thinking: "Oh my, what are those ant-like creatures? (Nah, you know this) Where are they? What were those aliens doing on earth? Why were they shooting against each other? Why don't they make green Marshmallow Peeps? If the roots of a quadratic equation are perfect squares greater than zero, will the discriminant always be a rational number? Yada-yada-yada?" Those answers are coming (as soon as I think of them) so stick around, grab a seat, no pushing. REVIEW. Tell me the good and the bad. Or tell me what you want to happen.
I KNOW this chapter was freakishly short, but I wanted to get one last chapter out before all hell breaks loose. My life is gonna really and truly suck soon so for at least one week, probably more. I really don't think I will be able to update. I'm really, really, really times infinity sorry. I promise I won't abandon this. Cuz then the gnomes will come and try to eat me. Well, I'll see you guys in a while, hopefully.
NOTE: I shoulda said this in Chapter 1, but I'll say it now. All of my stories ignore books #45-54. Actually I'd place them anywhere from #13-30. You know, before the whole "yeerks know who we are, we live with the horks, yeerks can morph, Rachel dies" fiasco. I don't know about you, but I hated the end. I guess I'm in some sad form of denial over a work of fiction. Oh well. My mommy still loves me = ) Oh, and no I didn't make up plintconarhythmic physics, that was in one of the books. I don't remember which, though, it just came to me in a brain fart.
DJ Eagel thanks for telling me where I got driftball from!
Tobias -
Now, I think Ax is awesome. He's my best bud, my shorm. And technically he's my uncle. But today he'd just been giving us one bad piece of information after another. I know it's not his fault, but I was tired, wet, and hot. Still, I kept my mouth shut and looked away from the corpse of the controller. I gave a little push off Rachel's shoulder and went airborne again, being careful to dodge what we now had dubbed "Whomping Willows".
"This sucks." Marco said simply.
:"No kidding, Sherlock." Rachel retorted.
"You know, I suddenly don't feel safe as a human." Jake said. "We should morph."
Prince Jake, I wish to point out that if there are technologically advanced species here, they may have the key for us to get home. Ax said.
"Good point."
As they talked I found myself glancing at the grotesque scene once again. Then I saw something I missed before. I had been to busy looking at the controller.
You guys, look at the other side of the controller. I said.
Jake walked around the body, keeping at a safe distance, as if the body would come alive and bite him. He saw what I saw.
"It's the two sphere-ship things. The ones that brought us here." He said. The two spheres looked crushed, like a pair of deflated basketballs. Their surfaces were littered with wormholes, like the barrel of the rifle next to the controller.
"I'd really REALLY like to know what's going on. . ." Rachel said.
"We all would." Jake said. An orange and black pattern appeared on his skin. He swiftly was morphing his Siberian tiger. He and Rachel morphed their usual firepower morphs. Marco and Cassie stayed human, so they could morph when Jake and Rachel's time was up. Including Ax, that meant we had protection at all times,
Well. Let's go see what kind of aliens have screwed us over now. Jake said.
Please don't be Helmacrons. Rachel begged.
Marco cautiously stepped toward the two spheres. His finger shook as he reached for them. I don't know why, but we were scared. He touched it and pulled his hand away fast, as if it burned him.
"What's wrong?" Cassie asked,
"Jeez, I thought I saw something move." Marco said. He bent again and quickly grabbed one of the little ships and flung it away from the dead body. None of us wanted to get too close to the controller. It landed with a dull thud in the white sand of the forest. Sand billowed into the air. We followed it to look closer. If I had a jaw, it would have dropped.
The impact from when Marco threw it to the ground caused whatever was inside to pop out of the little holes with a soft PWOOOSH! To the others it probably looked like little rust-colored dirt particles or something. From high up, past the huge leaves, I could see what they really were.
Okay. . .so it's filled with dirt? Rachel asked.
No. Oh my God. I said in awe.
What?
The sand disturbed from when the sphere hit the ground was finally settling. The others got a good view at what came out.
Are those dead ANTS!?! Marco demanded.
Something smells weirdly familiar. . . Rachel said, inhaling with her grizzly nose.
"No, not ants, they have too many segments. . ." Cassie said confused.
Okay, jeez, they were not getting it.
You guys. Think. I said impatiently. Silence, then suddenly they all jerked at once.
Wow, talk about the past coming back to bite you in the butt. Marco muttered.
**snickers** Short chapter, sowwie. Okey-dokey, just so ya know, I DO have a weird obsession with Megamorphs #2. I know what you're thinking: "Oh my, what are those ant-like creatures? (Nah, you know this) Where are they? What were those aliens doing on earth? Why were they shooting against each other? Why don't they make green Marshmallow Peeps? If the roots of a quadratic equation are perfect squares greater than zero, will the discriminant always be a rational number? Yada-yada-yada?" Those answers are coming (as soon as I think of them) so stick around, grab a seat, no pushing. REVIEW. Tell me the good and the bad. Or tell me what you want to happen.
I KNOW this chapter was freakishly short, but I wanted to get one last chapter out before all hell breaks loose. My life is gonna really and truly suck soon so for at least one week, probably more. I really don't think I will be able to update. I'm really, really, really times infinity sorry. I promise I won't abandon this. Cuz then the gnomes will come and try to eat me. Well, I'll see you guys in a while, hopefully.