Ariadne POV
My name is Ariadne. As if that makes me special.
I sighed as I sat on the bus, alone. Not that there should have been someone sitting next to me, I was brand-spankin'-new. I hated new schools. I hated foster care. I hated my life. I hated self-pity, yet I did it all the time. I was such a hypocrite.
There would never be anyone sitting next to me on the bus. Ever. Anyone could be a Controller and I had absolutely no way to tell who the hell they could be. Visser One had grown powerful since her rise of rank, knowledge that I had gained firsthand. Alyachies, my twin, might have thought out a way to tell. Like the way they walked or something. That's some thing smart people do, right? Think up things to help people. I knew Alyachies was the one that had been born to with smarts. She might have been able to help me.
If Visser Three had not killed her.
I felt the anger fill me, like it did every time I thought about that bastard. I hated Visser Three more than I could ever hope to hate Visser One, not matter how much she had lied to me.
But maybe Visser had lied to me about Alyachies. Maybe I had been tricked once again by the Yeerk that had tried to make me her daughter. She had attempted to make me part of the Yeerk community. But not being a Controller, I was partly left out. The humans in the cages always cried out to me. They soon stopped calling out for help and began insulting me. Calling me a traitor to my own kind. Every time I went down there I would attempt to drown out the voices. But it never worked.
I had at one time called her Mother. Visser One, I mean. I was too young to be without someone to hold me and tuck me in at night. At that time I felt a bigger part of the 'Yeerk community' than I ever did ever again in my life. As I got older I called Visser One a bunch of names. Ed, Edriss, Eddie, Vis, V.O. Visser. When I was angry I would call her by her full name, Edriss 5672, as if I were just another human, not one that had been raised by her since birth. But that ended as soon as I ran away, which was when her name became Visser One. She was no longer who I had thought she was. I used to think of her as my only family. Now I knew it was probably a trick. She had tricked me so many times, lying. Then, as if it would fix everything, she would say it was for my own good.
But the last time I had visited the Yeerk Pool had been right after Visser One had told me the fate of my sister. And that visit changed me. I felt as if I had seen the world before through different eyes. But now the begging, the screams, the plopping and all the noises I had once thought normal, disgusted me.
When we had reached the room I had been staying at, I made my decision. I had to leave this place and search for my past. Look for my biological mother. A Dracon Beam and been entrusted to my possession by Eva's request. Yeerks that worked Visser Three could try to steal, or take me to hurt Visser One. SO I had learned how to use hand held weapons and my own body as a defense.
I sighed and traced the outline of the Dracon Beam in my pocket with my finger. Luckily, few Yeerks knew the details of my history, besides Visser One and Visser Three. Visser One hadn't let anyone she didn't trust see me clearly. I sighed and again, wishing-
"Hey! This seat taken?" I was jolted out of my thoughts and I made myself look up at the face of the speaker. He was kind of short, Hispanic and looked as if he had just heard the worst news of his life. I might have laughed if I hadn't been so shocked at his appearance. What shocked me was the familiarity of this face. It was a face I had seen every day of my life. Not my face, of course, since my hair was dirty blonde, while his was black. This guy looked so much like Eva. Not Visser One, of coarse. If he did, he would be an over-grown slug. But what were the chances that out of all the town the social security lady placed me in, it would be in the town in which Eva's son lived?
"Uh. . .yea, sure. What's your name?" I croaked, my voice rasping thanks to my nervousness. I was almost afraid of the answer.
For a moment the guy looked as if he wished he hadn't come over here. It wasn't like I invited him over or anything, so this wasn't exactly the reaction I was expecting. Then he regained his composure again. How much more like Eva could you get? I had seen her without Visser One in her head. She was a great person to talk to, even though I couldn't tell her everything. Visser One would hear everything I told her later.
"Name's Marco. You can call me gorgeous, though." he added the last part with a slick smile and I almost lost my cool and cracked up. Even though his voice spoke nonchalantly, his eyes told another story. They were full of doubt and fear. I might not have inherited the smarts but I sure could read people.
Then his answer hit me. Marco. It WAS Eva's son. I was sitting next to Eva's fucking son. I had never, ever thought that I would do such a thing in my life. "Sit down and maybe I will," I responded coyly, making sure my eyes weren't displaying anything I didn't want them to. I had to work hard to make sure I seemed more seductive than shocked and amazed. I was never the one that could keep secrets to myself, since I never had to. There were hardly ever secrets for me to have with Visser One.
As soon as he had settled himself down in the seat next to me, I began voice my question. "Is you mother's name-" Then I hesitated, wondering what he thought happened to her. To Eva. I wondered if he knew. But he couldn't. Could he? The Yeerks must have told some stupid story to fool everyone. Probably that she died because somebody shot her or that she was kidnapped. "Eva?" I had begun so I had no choice but to finish.
Marco look changed to scared, then angry. "Why do you want to know?" So much like Eva again. Defensive. I wanted to laugh.
"Because." No. I couldn't risk this boy being a Controller. I would die before I told my secrets to another Controller. I'd have to check this guy out first, somehow. It would have been a shame to have Eva's only son turned into a Controller. The problem would be thinking up a way to investigation. I would find I way, though. I always did. Well, almost always. I shook my head slowly. . "Don't ask."
My name is Ariadne. As if that makes me special.
I sighed as I sat on the bus, alone. Not that there should have been someone sitting next to me, I was brand-spankin'-new. I hated new schools. I hated foster care. I hated my life. I hated self-pity, yet I did it all the time. I was such a hypocrite.
There would never be anyone sitting next to me on the bus. Ever. Anyone could be a Controller and I had absolutely no way to tell who the hell they could be. Visser One had grown powerful since her rise of rank, knowledge that I had gained firsthand. Alyachies, my twin, might have thought out a way to tell. Like the way they walked or something. That's some thing smart people do, right? Think up things to help people. I knew Alyachies was the one that had been born to with smarts. She might have been able to help me.
If Visser Three had not killed her.
I felt the anger fill me, like it did every time I thought about that bastard. I hated Visser Three more than I could ever hope to hate Visser One, not matter how much she had lied to me.
But maybe Visser had lied to me about Alyachies. Maybe I had been tricked once again by the Yeerk that had tried to make me her daughter. She had attempted to make me part of the Yeerk community. But not being a Controller, I was partly left out. The humans in the cages always cried out to me. They soon stopped calling out for help and began insulting me. Calling me a traitor to my own kind. Every time I went down there I would attempt to drown out the voices. But it never worked.
I had at one time called her Mother. Visser One, I mean. I was too young to be without someone to hold me and tuck me in at night. At that time I felt a bigger part of the 'Yeerk community' than I ever did ever again in my life. As I got older I called Visser One a bunch of names. Ed, Edriss, Eddie, Vis, V.O. Visser. When I was angry I would call her by her full name, Edriss 5672, as if I were just another human, not one that had been raised by her since birth. But that ended as soon as I ran away, which was when her name became Visser One. She was no longer who I had thought she was. I used to think of her as my only family. Now I knew it was probably a trick. She had tricked me so many times, lying. Then, as if it would fix everything, she would say it was for my own good.
But the last time I had visited the Yeerk Pool had been right after Visser One had told me the fate of my sister. And that visit changed me. I felt as if I had seen the world before through different eyes. But now the begging, the screams, the plopping and all the noises I had once thought normal, disgusted me.
When we had reached the room I had been staying at, I made my decision. I had to leave this place and search for my past. Look for my biological mother. A Dracon Beam and been entrusted to my possession by Eva's request. Yeerks that worked Visser Three could try to steal, or take me to hurt Visser One. SO I had learned how to use hand held weapons and my own body as a defense.
I sighed and traced the outline of the Dracon Beam in my pocket with my finger. Luckily, few Yeerks knew the details of my history, besides Visser One and Visser Three. Visser One hadn't let anyone she didn't trust see me clearly. I sighed and again, wishing-
"Hey! This seat taken?" I was jolted out of my thoughts and I made myself look up at the face of the speaker. He was kind of short, Hispanic and looked as if he had just heard the worst news of his life. I might have laughed if I hadn't been so shocked at his appearance. What shocked me was the familiarity of this face. It was a face I had seen every day of my life. Not my face, of course, since my hair was dirty blonde, while his was black. This guy looked so much like Eva. Not Visser One, of coarse. If he did, he would be an over-grown slug. But what were the chances that out of all the town the social security lady placed me in, it would be in the town in which Eva's son lived?
"Uh. . .yea, sure. What's your name?" I croaked, my voice rasping thanks to my nervousness. I was almost afraid of the answer.
For a moment the guy looked as if he wished he hadn't come over here. It wasn't like I invited him over or anything, so this wasn't exactly the reaction I was expecting. Then he regained his composure again. How much more like Eva could you get? I had seen her without Visser One in her head. She was a great person to talk to, even though I couldn't tell her everything. Visser One would hear everything I told her later.
"Name's Marco. You can call me gorgeous, though." he added the last part with a slick smile and I almost lost my cool and cracked up. Even though his voice spoke nonchalantly, his eyes told another story. They were full of doubt and fear. I might not have inherited the smarts but I sure could read people.
Then his answer hit me. Marco. It WAS Eva's son. I was sitting next to Eva's fucking son. I had never, ever thought that I would do such a thing in my life. "Sit down and maybe I will," I responded coyly, making sure my eyes weren't displaying anything I didn't want them to. I had to work hard to make sure I seemed more seductive than shocked and amazed. I was never the one that could keep secrets to myself, since I never had to. There were hardly ever secrets for me to have with Visser One.
As soon as he had settled himself down in the seat next to me, I began voice my question. "Is you mother's name-" Then I hesitated, wondering what he thought happened to her. To Eva. I wondered if he knew. But he couldn't. Could he? The Yeerks must have told some stupid story to fool everyone. Probably that she died because somebody shot her or that she was kidnapped. "Eva?" I had begun so I had no choice but to finish.
Marco look changed to scared, then angry. "Why do you want to know?" So much like Eva again. Defensive. I wanted to laugh.
"Because." No. I couldn't risk this boy being a Controller. I would die before I told my secrets to another Controller. I'd have to check this guy out first, somehow. It would have been a shame to have Eva's only son turned into a Controller. The problem would be thinking up a way to investigation. I would find I way, though. I always did. Well, almost always. I shook my head slowly. . "Don't ask."