Chapter 4 : Marco

Disclaimer: K.A. Applegate owns all the Animorphs and related characters. Me? I'm just borrowing.

Author's Notes: Well firstly, sorry this chapter took so long, but its mid year and our reports are back, and at some point I forgot about this fanfic. SORRY!

Secondly, Marco was pretty hard to do, probably because his attitude is so…cynical and sarcastic I guess. So writing in his PoV was probably the hardest. So if you have any ideas how I could change him, they would be REALLY appreciated. This chapter/character is up for renovation, so please help.

[And yes, I know the first line is lame. I didn't have an intro. Please forgive.]

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Marco. The-King-of-all-Celebrities-to-have-ever-existed-on-this-meaningless-planet. What's the difference?

Wait. Maybe that's too long. I'll have to get that changed in my new book. Maybe just King-of-all-Celebs'. But, on the other hand, what's the point? I'm on a dangerous-maybe-even-suicide mission that probably going to get me killed. Once a celebrity's dead, their fame dies with them. Of course, except for a select few. I can only hope to join their ranks one day. Just not today. I hope.

As a star, I had everything I ever wanted or could want. But I knew, something was missing. You know what. The exhilaration, the action. The battles. Well, I mean sure, I could've always hired an army and a tank to start blowing the hell out of me while I morphed a gorilla, but it's not that simple.

You have to understand, I was bored. Really bored.

When you get used to waking up screaming and running from a mass of Yeerk forces at your butt, the idea of a few days in the gym suddenly seems a bit… boring. And when your best friend seems to spend every minute of every day next to Xena's grave, you start to wish that you could go back to old times.

Not that I'd ever wish that.

I mean, I'm not an inconsiderate jerk. Not that much anyway. I mourned for Rachel. She was my friend as much as anyone else's. But 'anyone else' didn't seem to understand that sometimes choices aren't always that easy. That you can't go through war without people getting hurt. That you aren't perfect.

But I guess I don't really have the right to say all this, do I? I didn't lose Rachel the way Tobias lost her. I didn't make the decisions. And I'm not the one dead.

I think Cassie understood. That girl understands things I would never think any normal person could understand and she sees stuff no one else can. Consequences. Possibilities. Ideas. What she did with the Blue Box was better than what else we could've done. She's not with us. Jake told her to stay, and at least I can give one to him for that.

Us? We're the freaks. We're the ones who have nothing to lose. That's why we're here on a suicide mission to destroy the last Blade Ship. At least, we think it's the last.

We got word from Menderash, the last "survivor" of Ax's ship, that Ax and his ship had been captured. And now, we were here to save him. Before, I might have refused. I mean, I know I couldn't say no to rescuing Ax, but it meant giving up everything I had. Not that it mattered, of course. I started off as a kid with everything to lose, and now, I'm a kid who's already lost everything. And gained a little experience as well.

Basically, I'm free to do everything and anything I'd like to do. And I chose to go on a dead-space kamikaze mission that would take up months, when I could've spent signing autographs. Trade-off situation? You bet.

We've been in space for nearly half a year, and you couldn't imagine how dull it could get. Days consisted of sleeping, eating and playing my computer games over and over again on the ship's computers. Oh, and trying to chat up a girl who obviously thought she was way out of my league. See? Dull.

I think once or twice I had wondered how long we could live in here for. But with the ship's oxygen and food supplies I'd guess well over two years, so I couldn't have been worried. Still, half a year seems to drag your mind down almost to a complete stop. I can't imagine how long we will be in here for. And then, better in here than out right? Out means facing the Blade Ship we've been searching for. And I have to tell you, that idea doesn't seem so wonderful at the moment. So, how long?

Another day? Another month? Another year? The full two years?

A red light blinked at me. Moving across the blank screen of space…


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Well, see? Marco IS hard to do. And I didn't "finish" the story because in book #54, the last chapter is already in his PoV. So basically, there was no point. Anyway…

Next: Tobias [Tobias is my fav…;) ]