Marco's POV
"Because." Why had I felt the need to sit next to this new girl? I had actually already obtained a nice seat in the back with Jake, but no-o-o, I had to chase after the cute new girl.
Well, she was pretty good looking, you had to give her that.
But that's totally beside the point, isn't it?
Anyway I was scared pissless. This girl seemed to know about my family history. It's not like my mom's disappearance was big-time news. She probably hadn't heard about it on the news in the newspaper. So how did she know?
Why did I get the idea that she knew my mother was alive and kicking?
There was always the slight chance that I was being paranoid, but somehow I really, really doubted that fact. Out of all the random names she could have chosen [Brittany Spears, Cameron Diaz] she picked Eva. This was not chance.
It had been just my luck that Jake had agreed with my idea to go sit next to this girl. If he hadn't, I might not have even advanced towards her at all. It was all Jake's fault.
He said that he felt something strange about her, but not Yeerk strange. Not quite. So I, since I was such a woman's man, was picked to attempt to make conversation with her.
Not that the site was bad, as I mentioned before. Her dirty blonde hair was long and thin, flowing down her back down to her waist. Her gray eyes were very direct and in a way frightening. She gave out these weird vibes. As if she WANTED people to start with her. Like she knew she'd win and she'd love every second of it.
But most people would ignore the vibes just for the fact that they would want to ask her out first.
"So, uh . . .where are you from, anyway?" I asked casually.
She seemed just as lost for words. "Umm . . .a town far away. In Mississippi." I could tell it was a lie the moment the words came from her lips. She had not even the slightest hint of a Southern accent.
Then an idea actually came to me. It was a stupid idea and totally reckless, but I was having a Rachel moment. I leaned in close, as if to kiss her but I moved my face at the last moment and whispered in her ear. "Visser Three wants your head on a stick."
I could see from the way her eyes glittered brightly that she had definitely heard of Visser Three. And from the sudden anger in her face that there were bad feelings there. Then I felt the poke on my side and I knew I had made a mistake. I looked down and I was barely surprised at what I saw.
This strange girl was pointing a Dracon Beam at my back, and her eyes were flashing in a way that made them see, way to much like Rachel's. "Tell me what Visser Three did to my sister and I'll spare you." She whispered intensely.
Great, I had been sent to talk to an angry Yeerk whose sibling had been killed by Visser Three. Again. Why did Visser Three have to be such a killer? Couldn't he settle for just world dominance?
"Does it look like I have the answers you're looking for?" I answered slowly, hoping to sound like an arrogant Yeerk.
"Yes . . .If you are a servant of Visser Three, and you know who I am, then you must. It couldn't have been more than fourteen or thirteen years ago. Unless he killed her before he told anyone." She didn't look too sure of herself now and that gave me the advantage I needed.
"Give me her name. I'll attempt to find out what her fate was," I promised. I would do no such thing. If she wanted to find out anything she would have to look for someone else. I just wanted that Dracon Beam pointed at someone else. I just hoped she would trust me.
"Alyachies."
"Alyachies what?"
"We don't have no last name."
"Lucky you" I said sarcastically, "I mean your number."
She laughed bitterly. "Of coarse! I should have known. You think I'm a Controller!" She laughed her eyes flashing angrily again. "I see why you might think that."
I suddenly felt foolish for thinking she was. There had been a million signs that she wasn't. For one, no Controller would take a Dracon Beam out in public where anyone could see it. But then who was this girl? And how did she know my mother? Or maybe this Yeerk was just desperate. Most Yeerks out for revenge were.
"How do you know my mother?" It just came out before I could control myself.
She laughed again. Her anger seemed to have evaporated and her face just sagged with sudden sadness. "So she is your mother. What a person!" She seemed deep in her own thoughts for a second or two. Then she remembered who I was and what she was pointing at me, and her eyes were serious again. "Meet me by Gamlor Street, number 2558. That's my foster home. Come alone, Yeerk." She spat the word Yeerk as if it was something stuff in her teeth.
I stood up and met her eyes one last time. But I had nothing left to say, so I continued on my route back to Jake.
But before I could bus stopped with a jolt the girl stood up, banging into me long enough to whisper, "Remember."
Then she laughed again and spoke in a normal voice. "See you later, then, Marco." Then she walked off the bus.
Man, she was hot.
Evil, but definitely hot.
"Because." Why had I felt the need to sit next to this new girl? I had actually already obtained a nice seat in the back with Jake, but no-o-o, I had to chase after the cute new girl.
Well, she was pretty good looking, you had to give her that.
But that's totally beside the point, isn't it?
Anyway I was scared pissless. This girl seemed to know about my family history. It's not like my mom's disappearance was big-time news. She probably hadn't heard about it on the news in the newspaper. So how did she know?
Why did I get the idea that she knew my mother was alive and kicking?
There was always the slight chance that I was being paranoid, but somehow I really, really doubted that fact. Out of all the random names she could have chosen [Brittany Spears, Cameron Diaz] she picked Eva. This was not chance.
It had been just my luck that Jake had agreed with my idea to go sit next to this girl. If he hadn't, I might not have even advanced towards her at all. It was all Jake's fault.
He said that he felt something strange about her, but not Yeerk strange. Not quite. So I, since I was such a woman's man, was picked to attempt to make conversation with her.
Not that the site was bad, as I mentioned before. Her dirty blonde hair was long and thin, flowing down her back down to her waist. Her gray eyes were very direct and in a way frightening. She gave out these weird vibes. As if she WANTED people to start with her. Like she knew she'd win and she'd love every second of it.
But most people would ignore the vibes just for the fact that they would want to ask her out first.
"So, uh . . .where are you from, anyway?" I asked casually.
She seemed just as lost for words. "Umm . . .a town far away. In Mississippi." I could tell it was a lie the moment the words came from her lips. She had not even the slightest hint of a Southern accent.
Then an idea actually came to me. It was a stupid idea and totally reckless, but I was having a Rachel moment. I leaned in close, as if to kiss her but I moved my face at the last moment and whispered in her ear. "Visser Three wants your head on a stick."
I could see from the way her eyes glittered brightly that she had definitely heard of Visser Three. And from the sudden anger in her face that there were bad feelings there. Then I felt the poke on my side and I knew I had made a mistake. I looked down and I was barely surprised at what I saw.
This strange girl was pointing a Dracon Beam at my back, and her eyes were flashing in a way that made them see, way to much like Rachel's. "Tell me what Visser Three did to my sister and I'll spare you." She whispered intensely.
Great, I had been sent to talk to an angry Yeerk whose sibling had been killed by Visser Three. Again. Why did Visser Three have to be such a killer? Couldn't he settle for just world dominance?
"Does it look like I have the answers you're looking for?" I answered slowly, hoping to sound like an arrogant Yeerk.
"Yes . . .If you are a servant of Visser Three, and you know who I am, then you must. It couldn't have been more than fourteen or thirteen years ago. Unless he killed her before he told anyone." She didn't look too sure of herself now and that gave me the advantage I needed.
"Give me her name. I'll attempt to find out what her fate was," I promised. I would do no such thing. If she wanted to find out anything she would have to look for someone else. I just wanted that Dracon Beam pointed at someone else. I just hoped she would trust me.
"Alyachies."
"Alyachies what?"
"We don't have no last name."
"Lucky you" I said sarcastically, "I mean your number."
She laughed bitterly. "Of coarse! I should have known. You think I'm a Controller!" She laughed her eyes flashing angrily again. "I see why you might think that."
I suddenly felt foolish for thinking she was. There had been a million signs that she wasn't. For one, no Controller would take a Dracon Beam out in public where anyone could see it. But then who was this girl? And how did she know my mother? Or maybe this Yeerk was just desperate. Most Yeerks out for revenge were.
"How do you know my mother?" It just came out before I could control myself.
She laughed again. Her anger seemed to have evaporated and her face just sagged with sudden sadness. "So she is your mother. What a person!" She seemed deep in her own thoughts for a second or two. Then she remembered who I was and what she was pointing at me, and her eyes were serious again. "Meet me by Gamlor Street, number 2558. That's my foster home. Come alone, Yeerk." She spat the word Yeerk as if it was something stuff in her teeth.
I stood up and met her eyes one last time. But I had nothing left to say, so I continued on my route back to Jake.
But before I could bus stopped with a jolt the girl stood up, banging into me long enough to whisper, "Remember."
Then she laughed again and spoke in a normal voice. "See you later, then, Marco." Then she walked off the bus.
Man, she was hot.
Evil, but definitely hot.