Review Response: Well, lets see. I've gotten a total of five reviews. All of them have stated/implied that the story is good and that I should continue. Two said that it was well written. One wanted to know what happened. One was threatening. To that one: Jiana, Arien may be much meaner than Quinton but Quinton is most definitely stronger. And Quinton will protect me from my evil alter-ego who delights in your torment and my distress. So there. Besides which, I've got a lot typed up. I just don't want to post it all at once. So :P
Disclaimer: I don't own Animorphs. Animorphs is cool. That's why I tried to write an Animorphs fanfic that didn't suck. It does anyway. All the ones I've read do. They're all Mary-Sue's and cheesy songfics or just poorly written! Animorphs is so great, so why can't there be any good Animorphs fanfics?! I own nothing in this story except Jet and the plot. Jet is a bit of a Mary Sue, but then if you often read Animorphs fanfiction then you're used to that.
Chapter 3
At first I headed back toward the orphanage. Then I realized that I couldn't go back. The Yeerks would know to look for me there. Allison was infested and she would know. It was a good thing I packed the way that I did.
Then a new thought occurred to me. Erin was infested! The idea of my soul sister imprisoned within herself angered me, but I realized that for the moment there was absolutely nothing I could do. Frustrated, I turned in the opposite direction and headed to the bus depot. I bought the soonest and cheapest ticket I could and sat waiting.
I was jumpy. My hand fled to my once again hidden knife whenever I saw someone approach. But could I honestly be blamed for this? I had just been informed that aliens had invaded the earth, and that there was no way to recognize someone who was infested. No way at all. Was that man a controller? Was the woman by the newspaper stand staring at me for more reason than that I was a minor at a bus station by myself? What about the child wearing an old faded He-man tee shirt and holding his mother's hand? Even he could be.
When the bus finally pulled into the stop I know I looked a bit wild. That was fine by me. I sat in the back and most people avoided me. I sat there going who cared where so long as it was away. I rode all night, and after crossing the first state line I relaxed enough to sleep for a while. When I reached the end of the line two days later I climbed off wearily, still wary of the other people around. How wide spread was the invasion? I didn't know, but at least here they wouldn't know that I knew. I hoped that no one would bother to look for a missing orphan girl very hard. They would look. I knew that. The Yeerks would look especially hard and if they found me I would either be made a controller or I would die. Death was the better option in my opinion.
In the early light I hiked through the mostly deserted streets in a daze. I needed somewhere safe to sleep. Finally I came to a barn. It looked like it was actually in use, but didn't smell bad or anything. It was pretty dark inside, so I couldn't really see what kind of animals were in there. It sounded like a lot of birds, and I heard some squeaking too. They didn't sound like your typical farm animals; but then again, I'd never been around animals besides pets. It looked safe enough though. I closed the door behind me and pulled out my flashlight. It was a bit dim, needed new batteries, but it was enough light that I didn't trip over anything. I shoved my bag up into a corner between two rafters. It would stay. Then I climbed up.
The rafters were wide enough that if I didn't move at all I wouldn't fall off. I lay face down with my cheek cushioned on my hands and my ankles crossed over the beam to help balance myself. I'd always wondered what it would be like to sleep in a tree, and I guess this would probably be as close as I was ever gonna get. I just hoped that I wouldn't fall and wouldn't be discovered. I was in a corner where it would be darker, and I was wearing black, but I didn't know how well lit the place would be in daylight. My body was tired enough that it didn't really care about the danger my mind knew I was in. I fell asleep quickly.
Author's Note: Yeah, sorry about the ranting in the disclaimer. I just hate that one of my OC's is turning into a Mary-Sue. If you've got a well written, non-singing, Sue-free Animorphs fic, review and let me know. I'd love to read it. I know I haven't updated this fic in forever, but I'll probably do that regularly for a while because this is the fic that Quinton wants to work on right now. Who's Quinton? Oh that's right, my Animorphs readers probably haven't met him yet. Reader, meet my muse. Quinton, meet my cool reader who is now going to go and click the little button that grants them the super-power of being able to review my story. ^_^
