Prologue
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Animorph characters, blah, blah, blah, but I do own the characters that I create! So yay for me!
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Oh no. No way that I'm going out like this. Me, dead? That isn't possible. I'm Rachel. I'm supposed to stick every fight out until the end. And this was our last fight. The final make it or break it fight. I wasn't going down now. So me being dead just wasn't an option.
So I guess it's lets-make-a-deal time. I mean, the Ellimist is a fair guy, right? Maybe I can talk him into letting me stick out this one last fight. Then he could kill me off (of course, if he wanted to leave me alive after the fight, hey, that was fine too). Well, it turns out the Ellimist isn't as fair of a guy as I thought he would be. He did make me an offer that would keep me alive, sure, but it wasn't exactly what I was looking for. It wouldn't keep me in the fight.
I took it, though. I mean, hey, between that and dying...well, between those two options, the offer wasn't that bad at all.
I'm sure you're all just dying to know what the offer was, right?
Well, I would still be alive. But I would no longer be Rachel, exactly. I would no longer be living in the same town, or the same state. I would look the same and be the same person in general, but I would no longer be allowed to have contact with everyone else. Or at least I wasn't allowed to attempt to come in contact with them. If it happened without me even doing the slightest thing to make it possible then so be it. But if I actively sought them out I was screwed over. Because the second I did this, bye life. I would go right back to being dead.
The second I agreed to the Ellimist's little deal, I woke up in a bed at an unfamiliar room. Hmmm...okay. I assumed this was my new home. Getting out of bed, I walked to the mirror. Wanted to make sure I at least looked like I was the same person even though I definitely was in a different house. Yep, same Rachel.
I decided it was time to check out the rest of my surroundings and opened the door. Okay, scratch house. Definitely in an apartment. But hey, that's cool, the Ellimist probably couldn't afford to give me a whole house. No parents or siblings in sight. That was probably for the best, I didn't need a whole new family.
"Hey Rachel, ready to greet your new world?" a voice traveled to me from around the corner. I cautiously went around to see who it was.
Standing before me was a girl about my age. Nothing particularly special, she was average height with brown hair and green eyes. She smirked at me and held out her hand for me to shake. "I'm Isabella. Isabella Marlone. Your new babysitter!"
A/N: Okay, okay, I know short. But hey it's a prologue, ya know? I'll probably update a lot at one time and then hardly at all just to let you know, thanks to lovely school work/upcoming midterms! So deal with me! And please comment so I'll feel special!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Animorph characters, blah, blah, blah, but I do own the characters that I create! So yay for me!
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Oh no. No way that I'm going out like this. Me, dead? That isn't possible. I'm Rachel. I'm supposed to stick every fight out until the end. And this was our last fight. The final make it or break it fight. I wasn't going down now. So me being dead just wasn't an option.
So I guess it's lets-make-a-deal time. I mean, the Ellimist is a fair guy, right? Maybe I can talk him into letting me stick out this one last fight. Then he could kill me off (of course, if he wanted to leave me alive after the fight, hey, that was fine too). Well, it turns out the Ellimist isn't as fair of a guy as I thought he would be. He did make me an offer that would keep me alive, sure, but it wasn't exactly what I was looking for. It wouldn't keep me in the fight.
I took it, though. I mean, hey, between that and dying...well, between those two options, the offer wasn't that bad at all.
I'm sure you're all just dying to know what the offer was, right?
Well, I would still be alive. But I would no longer be Rachel, exactly. I would no longer be living in the same town, or the same state. I would look the same and be the same person in general, but I would no longer be allowed to have contact with everyone else. Or at least I wasn't allowed to attempt to come in contact with them. If it happened without me even doing the slightest thing to make it possible then so be it. But if I actively sought them out I was screwed over. Because the second I did this, bye life. I would go right back to being dead.
The second I agreed to the Ellimist's little deal, I woke up in a bed at an unfamiliar room. Hmmm...okay. I assumed this was my new home. Getting out of bed, I walked to the mirror. Wanted to make sure I at least looked like I was the same person even though I definitely was in a different house. Yep, same Rachel.
I decided it was time to check out the rest of my surroundings and opened the door. Okay, scratch house. Definitely in an apartment. But hey, that's cool, the Ellimist probably couldn't afford to give me a whole house. No parents or siblings in sight. That was probably for the best, I didn't need a whole new family.
"Hey Rachel, ready to greet your new world?" a voice traveled to me from around the corner. I cautiously went around to see who it was.
Standing before me was a girl about my age. Nothing particularly special, she was average height with brown hair and green eyes. She smirked at me and held out her hand for me to shake. "I'm Isabella. Isabella Marlone. Your new babysitter!"
A/N: Okay, okay, I know short. But hey it's a prologue, ya know? I'll probably update a lot at one time and then hardly at all just to let you know, thanks to lovely school work/upcoming midterms! So deal with me! And please comment so I'll feel special!