Chapter 2
My name is Shae. That's all you need to know. I loathe my full name so Shae will just have to suffice.
Don't get us wrong. We're a pretty normal bunch of kids. Well, we were normal until fate decided to greet us with open arms that night.
Minding our own business and doing nothing but talking and having good quality time together, this creature, who respectively was Aximili- Esgarrouth-Isthill, or just Ax, was an Andalite; and graced us with his odd guise. We did nothing but froze and I myself was just about to do the bad in my pants that night. After morphing (Yes. We were freaked by this too. It gets better) into his human form, Ax had offered us a cube. He announced that he didn't have time to fully explain the situation because they were after him. He had told us that this cube was different from the one the original Animorphs touched. It would grant new gifts to fight new challenges. I touched the cube along with the others and as soon as I did I felt it. It was a feeling that cannot be described by words. It's impossible. You have to touch it for yourself---and you can't so don't bother trying too. Well, let's just say that I had no idea what I was getting myself to when I touched that cube. All I can say is that I'm getting ready to go deep sea diving as a great white shark.
Cat and I had taken the responsibility of searching the ocean to see if we could come up with anymore clues about this new alien species. Even a name would suffice.
"I didn't even bring a pair of extra clothes. Little did I know I was going swimming at eight o' clock in the evening." Cat said.
"It should be okay. We're both girls here unless you've something to tell me." I said with a laugh.
"Funny. Real funny." Cat replied sarcastically and moved towards the river.
"I think we should aim further down. The river is big; but I don't want something or someone to stumble upon a great white shark right in the middle of night fishing and have CNN, ABC, and every other news channel down here before we can get to the ocean." I said willingly.
"We can't go down too far. There are a few houses that live just around this corner and they have a seventh sense to detect strange things. I'm still wondering how they're not detecting themselves." Cat commented.
"They could very well be Controllers. But whatever. Let's just get this over with. The others are probably already in morph." I said and took off my shoes at the same time. I wasn't going home soaking wet, so I took off my shirt and pants. Luckily I had a white beater underneath and a pair of Sponge Bob boxers underneath all of that. The water was cold and running around my feet. Soon I wouldn't even be able to feel how cold the water was. Cat followed me until we were almost submerged in the river. Our legs weren't even touching the bottom. I wasn't even sure there was a bottom at this point. Before the current took me under I began to morph.
I focused my mind on one of my many animals whose DNA is apart of me.
As I've become more fluent with morphs and have experienced the melodramatic changes my body goes through when doing so, I've learned that every morph is unique and the changes never happen the same way twice. This time the first things to change were my arms and hands. The skin on my bare arms began to melt like candle wax. It had melted and ran together. Ridges along my arms were beginning to take shape as my hands practically melted off and juxtaposed with the rest of my forming fins. When I looked down at my arms I was now no longer moving my arms to stay above the water. I was rotating my rubbery fins back and forth. Next were my legs. They also melted together and my feet formed the tail. Shoes. Socks. All gone. My tail was vigorously attempting to keep me above water until I had formed gills.
Then my head and body went under the change. I was sucked underwater. There was no returning for air. I either drowned in morph of successfully morphed gills before I ran out of breath. My lithe frame expanded ten times its side as if I was being injected with helium. My ribs penetrated the rubbery skin and formed into gills along my sides. I have to admit it was disgusting; but I wasn't as freaked as the first time. Last my head became one with my body. There was no neck; just one massive stature. My eyes literally shifted themselves to the sides of my face instead of out in front and my nose melted in with the rest of my face.
I've never felt what it was like to have my teeth pulled; but as the shark teeth formed I think I got it ten times worse. My own teeth pretty much were ripped out of my gums and replaced with a seemingly endless row of teeth. All were sharp and laced with the aptitude to kill.
I had completed the transformation.
I said.
That's one thing about a morph. Animals don't talk and neither can we. The only way we communicate is through telepathy. I feel like Jean Grey or something.
Cat replied.
I felt powerful and high in potency. The way this creature's body moved through the water was fascinating. I felt like a bullet in the water as we made way to the mouth of the river that headed into the ocean. God. What a feeling it was.
Cat announced as she was first to enter the ocean. Next I had gone and it was one heck of a difference. The movement and the feel of the water seemed to change instantly as I made contact with it. As soon as my nose touched that fine line between the river and ocean the animal instinct came over me. That's another drawback to this whole morphing thing. When we morph we don't have complete control over the animal. It has its own instinct that we must take control over otherwise we can't get anything done.
It bolted out into the ocean and moved its powerful tail back and forth with a fluency I've never seen or felt before. It was hungry and wanted to eat now. There was no later. There was no tomorrow. It was now. Whatever it could find it would be his meal. It was like riding a rollercoaster. It turned left, then right, then went down, and back up, then shot left, and then bolted another right. It was quite the rush but also frightening altogether.
I screamed as it seemed too complicated to control. I'm going to die, I know it! It continued to throw itself around in search of food. It was too much for me to try and take over. Way too much. And if I didn't stop it soon God knows where this thing would take me.
My name is Shae. That's all you need to know. I loathe my full name so Shae will just have to suffice.
Don't get us wrong. We're a pretty normal bunch of kids. Well, we were normal until fate decided to greet us with open arms that night.
Minding our own business and doing nothing but talking and having good quality time together, this creature, who respectively was Aximili- Esgarrouth-Isthill, or just Ax, was an Andalite; and graced us with his odd guise. We did nothing but froze and I myself was just about to do the bad in my pants that night. After morphing (Yes. We were freaked by this too. It gets better) into his human form, Ax had offered us a cube. He announced that he didn't have time to fully explain the situation because they were after him. He had told us that this cube was different from the one the original Animorphs touched. It would grant new gifts to fight new challenges. I touched the cube along with the others and as soon as I did I felt it. It was a feeling that cannot be described by words. It's impossible. You have to touch it for yourself---and you can't so don't bother trying too. Well, let's just say that I had no idea what I was getting myself to when I touched that cube. All I can say is that I'm getting ready to go deep sea diving as a great white shark.
Cat and I had taken the responsibility of searching the ocean to see if we could come up with anymore clues about this new alien species. Even a name would suffice.
"I didn't even bring a pair of extra clothes. Little did I know I was going swimming at eight o' clock in the evening." Cat said.
"It should be okay. We're both girls here unless you've something to tell me." I said with a laugh.
"Funny. Real funny." Cat replied sarcastically and moved towards the river.
"I think we should aim further down. The river is big; but I don't want something or someone to stumble upon a great white shark right in the middle of night fishing and have CNN, ABC, and every other news channel down here before we can get to the ocean." I said willingly.
"We can't go down too far. There are a few houses that live just around this corner and they have a seventh sense to detect strange things. I'm still wondering how they're not detecting themselves." Cat commented.
"They could very well be Controllers. But whatever. Let's just get this over with. The others are probably already in morph." I said and took off my shoes at the same time. I wasn't going home soaking wet, so I took off my shirt and pants. Luckily I had a white beater underneath and a pair of Sponge Bob boxers underneath all of that. The water was cold and running around my feet. Soon I wouldn't even be able to feel how cold the water was. Cat followed me until we were almost submerged in the river. Our legs weren't even touching the bottom. I wasn't even sure there was a bottom at this point. Before the current took me under I began to morph.
I focused my mind on one of my many animals whose DNA is apart of me.
As I've become more fluent with morphs and have experienced the melodramatic changes my body goes through when doing so, I've learned that every morph is unique and the changes never happen the same way twice. This time the first things to change were my arms and hands. The skin on my bare arms began to melt like candle wax. It had melted and ran together. Ridges along my arms were beginning to take shape as my hands practically melted off and juxtaposed with the rest of my forming fins. When I looked down at my arms I was now no longer moving my arms to stay above the water. I was rotating my rubbery fins back and forth. Next were my legs. They also melted together and my feet formed the tail. Shoes. Socks. All gone. My tail was vigorously attempting to keep me above water until I had formed gills.
Then my head and body went under the change. I was sucked underwater. There was no returning for air. I either drowned in morph of successfully morphed gills before I ran out of breath. My lithe frame expanded ten times its side as if I was being injected with helium. My ribs penetrated the rubbery skin and formed into gills along my sides. I have to admit it was disgusting; but I wasn't as freaked as the first time. Last my head became one with my body. There was no neck; just one massive stature. My eyes literally shifted themselves to the sides of my face instead of out in front and my nose melted in with the rest of my face.
I've never felt what it was like to have my teeth pulled; but as the shark teeth formed I think I got it ten times worse. My own teeth pretty much were ripped out of my gums and replaced with a seemingly endless row of teeth. All were sharp and laced with the aptitude to kill.
I had completed the transformation.
I said.
That's one thing about a morph. Animals don't talk and neither can we. The only way we communicate is through telepathy. I feel like Jean Grey or something.
Cat replied.
I felt powerful and high in potency. The way this creature's body moved through the water was fascinating. I felt like a bullet in the water as we made way to the mouth of the river that headed into the ocean. God. What a feeling it was.
Cat announced as she was first to enter the ocean. Next I had gone and it was one heck of a difference. The movement and the feel of the water seemed to change instantly as I made contact with it. As soon as my nose touched that fine line between the river and ocean the animal instinct came over me. That's another drawback to this whole morphing thing. When we morph we don't have complete control over the animal. It has its own instinct that we must take control over otherwise we can't get anything done.
It bolted out into the ocean and moved its powerful tail back and forth with a fluency I've never seen or felt before. It was hungry and wanted to eat now. There was no later. There was no tomorrow. It was now. Whatever it could find it would be his meal. It was like riding a rollercoaster. It turned left, then right, then went down, and back up, then shot left, and then bolted another right. It was quite the rush but also frightening altogether.
I screamed as it seemed too complicated to control. I'm going to die, I know it! It continued to throw itself around in search of food. It was too much for me to try and take over. Way too much. And if I didn't stop it soon God knows where this thing would take me.