Chapter 6
I'm not Ty. His story isn't going anywhere fast right now.
My name is Ivan. I'm a little shorter than Ty, but not too much. My hair is black like my eyes. It's kinda fun to stare at someone with them, and disarm them. It's hilarious.
But don't judge me by my looks, people say I'm not that bad. If your name isn't Bill Gates, then I don't have a problem with you.
Unless, of course, you're a Yeerk.
Here's my story.
See, I was just walking along, minding my own buisness (yeah right), when it happened.
Specifically, I was standing at the corner, waiting for the stupid light to turn green. But traffic lights are programmed to annoy only you. It's a total conspiracy. I'll have to talk about that with the government some time.
Anyway, as I was standing there, this car drove by. It was different than the others. It had wheels, and it was an old convertible Ford Libertad! in near perfect condition. I didn't know they were still manufacturing those.
And beside that, there were three kids in it. No adults.
And one of the kids was tied up!
Having nothing better to do, I decided to follow them. I easily morphed to Rarbill (see chapter 2) and followed high above the car. The occupants didn't notice... except for the one that was tied up, but he was silent (particularly because he was gagged).
The car was headed towards the local police station. What are they doing? Is that tied up dude a criminal? I wondered.
I watched as the boy and girl carried the tied up one into the station, then I landed and demorphed.
Dressed in a tee-shirt and boxers, I walked up to one of the windows and peered in.
The boy and girl was holding the tied up one's head still while a guy took something out from under his desk. It looked like a small steel box
Then I watched in horror as he opened it, and stuck it up to the tied up one's head. Then, suddenly, I realized what was happening. I couldn't believe it. It was sick!
A thing crawled out of the box and slipped into the tied up kid's ear, while all the time the kid was squirming.
The other three were grinning with malice.
Oh my god! I thought. The Yeerks are back! And now they've infiltrated the police...
I had an urge to morph something strong and attack the Yeerks, but I knew that wouldn't help anything. I needed to alert some one important!
But who?
Then I felt something on my shoulder. It was a hand. I turned around. A tough looking guy was standing there. "Goin' sum'whur?" He asked in a slurred voice.
"I- I..." I stammered.
He closed in on my, with the stupidest grin you've ever seen in ten lifetimes. "I betch'chu ain't infesterd yet..." He said.
I punched him in his face so hard he blacked out.
I morphed Rarbill and flew outta there, thinking to myself: heh heh, the nice guy act always works on those suckers... My only problem was: what to do now?
The Andalite Police Council would know what to do, I thought, but how do I contact them? And will they even believe me?
Or worse yet... were they Yeerks also?
I'm not Ty. His story isn't going anywhere fast right now.
My name is Ivan. I'm a little shorter than Ty, but not too much. My hair is black like my eyes. It's kinda fun to stare at someone with them, and disarm them. It's hilarious.
But don't judge me by my looks, people say I'm not that bad. If your name isn't Bill Gates, then I don't have a problem with you.
Unless, of course, you're a Yeerk.
Here's my story.
See, I was just walking along, minding my own buisness (yeah right), when it happened.
Specifically, I was standing at the corner, waiting for the stupid light to turn green. But traffic lights are programmed to annoy only you. It's a total conspiracy. I'll have to talk about that with the government some time.
Anyway, as I was standing there, this car drove by. It was different than the others. It had wheels, and it was an old convertible Ford Libertad! in near perfect condition. I didn't know they were still manufacturing those.
And beside that, there were three kids in it. No adults.
And one of the kids was tied up!
Having nothing better to do, I decided to follow them. I easily morphed to Rarbill (see chapter 2) and followed high above the car. The occupants didn't notice... except for the one that was tied up, but he was silent (particularly because he was gagged).
The car was headed towards the local police station. What are they doing? Is that tied up dude a criminal? I wondered.
I watched as the boy and girl carried the tied up one into the station, then I landed and demorphed.
Dressed in a tee-shirt and boxers, I walked up to one of the windows and peered in.
The boy and girl was holding the tied up one's head still while a guy took something out from under his desk. It looked like a small steel box
Then I watched in horror as he opened it, and stuck it up to the tied up one's head. Then, suddenly, I realized what was happening. I couldn't believe it. It was sick!
A thing crawled out of the box and slipped into the tied up kid's ear, while all the time the kid was squirming.
The other three were grinning with malice.
Oh my god! I thought. The Yeerks are back! And now they've infiltrated the police...
I had an urge to morph something strong and attack the Yeerks, but I knew that wouldn't help anything. I needed to alert some one important!
But who?
Then I felt something on my shoulder. It was a hand. I turned around. A tough looking guy was standing there. "Goin' sum'whur?" He asked in a slurred voice.
"I- I..." I stammered.
He closed in on my, with the stupidest grin you've ever seen in ten lifetimes. "I betch'chu ain't infesterd yet..." He said.
I punched him in his face so hard he blacked out.
I morphed Rarbill and flew outta there, thinking to myself: heh heh, the nice guy act always works on those suckers... My only problem was: what to do now?
The Andalite Police Council would know what to do, I thought, but how do I contact them? And will they even believe me?
Or worse yet... were they Yeerks also?
