A/N-Chapter 3 of the I Saw What Should be Valued Above All Else series! This has a slightly supernatural take on it, and partially emphasizing the fact that love transcends all barriers. About Marco's decision, but from Visser One's POV. Will be slightly different from the rest of my stories, but please read and review!
If Only You Knew...
Marco. The boy Marco, that I thought would never amount to anything great because he was too sweet and trusting, lunged. I struggled. For the first time in a long while. I fought for my Dracon beam. Pulled the trigger. In a few seconds he would die. My host's son would die. I waited for the Dracon beam to impact. For the scream that would come from his pain. Then Eva would despair. Who wouldn't?
But it never came. That tiger had pushed him back in the nick of time. I stood my ground, with my mind frantically thinking, my heart desperately pumping. No way out. I was surrounded. If I could do anything, it was to kill one of the 'Andalite' bandits that I now knew were not andalite. At least, not totally. But what would be the point? If I killed them, it would make Visser Three's job to conquer Earth easier. I didn't mind, but my children, Darwin and Madra, would die. Trembling fingers moved the Dracon beam and brought it to bear, facing the ground. Once I fired, I would fall, and perhaps be saved by a Yeerk ship, and at least spared the indignity of losing to the 'Andalite' bandits and worse, my host's son.
As I pulled the trigger. I fell. Into empty nothingness. Probably a fifty-foot drop at the very least. After all, they all wanted to see me dead. Might as well be sure to bring me to the highest peak they could find, right? They weren't stupid, after all.This is the end,I told myself,this is the end.Eva crowed.Now I'll finally be free of you.
I fell into a pit, saw darkness all around me. Then, something soft, which broke my fall. An excruciating pain ran up my arm. Broken. I was in pain, but I was alive. The pit was not too difficult for even a human host with a broken arm to climb out of. Ignoring the ache in my arm, I started climbing. One step. One hold. I winced in pain. Eva crowed in laughter. The process repeated itself, countless times.
Step,hold,wince,crow.
Step, hold, wince, crow.
Step, hold, wince, crow.
At last, with my good arm, I scrambled over the pit's surface. Out of curiosity, I peered down at the pit, to see what had broken my fall. What I saw nearly made me fall into the pit again. It was the goat. Marco. He was dead. Eva wept, and I could feel her sorrow coming in waves. But how? He couldn't have jumped in after me, for we would have fell at the same speed. Simple rules of gravity. It didn't change the nagging question. How could he be there?It may be just a goat that was wandering around and fell into the pit. Don't scare yourself.Then, I took a second look. One of its legs was missing. In its place, there was a hand. A human hand. Then I knew. Marco had somehow jumped down and managed to save me.
I did a mock bow in front of his dark grave. It would make Eva mad. Predictably, she cried. I laughed at her, a shrill mocking laugh. Then I pulled myself together, and left.
A Few Days Later
I decided to check for the death of the boy. Marco. Maybe I would go to his funeral, or stand somewhere far out of sight and observe the proceedings. Perhaps he deserved it, after he saved my life. I did not reveal their secret, that part of them were not 'Andalites'.Consider that as your debt repaid. Your pathetic band will survive. Go on and trouble Visser Three,
On the last day that I was to be on Earth, I was called for a meeting with Visser Three. I got a human-Controller to drive me to the facility. The Sharing. Probably had degenerated from perfect to inadequate under his incompetent care. I entered the car. "You know where the facility is. Drive."I snapped. He immediately obeyed, turning the ignition, and starting to drive. I stared derisively out of the window. Someday, all of you will become ours. I thought. Then, I saw a boy. Familiar. It was he. It was Marco." STOP!" I yelled. The car screeched to a halt. "Yes, Visser?" the frightened Controller asked, quaking in the boots he wore." You have missed the facility," I retorted calmly. "It is over there." The truth. He had forgotten where the facility was. As he looked around, I saw him. It was Marco, without any doubt.
After the meeting, which was another of the many opportunities Visser Three had to showcase his lack of ability and obsequiousness to the Council, I took out a human laptop. Accessed the Internet, another primitive system humans had invented. A passage said that at extreme times, a person could split into two, and do literally two things at a time. Following it were some testimonies by humans. Then, I knew.
Marco...Did you feel like a part of you died when you saw me fall off the cliff? If you felt so, you did. You are one of the few humans with such...interesting capabilities. For now, I can only say, "If only You knew..."
A/N-I know it's kind of short and undeveloped, but I'll improve on it when I have time, ok? Please review and point out the areas in which I can improve!
If Only You Knew...
Marco. The boy Marco, that I thought would never amount to anything great because he was too sweet and trusting, lunged. I struggled. For the first time in a long while. I fought for my Dracon beam. Pulled the trigger. In a few seconds he would die. My host's son would die. I waited for the Dracon beam to impact. For the scream that would come from his pain. Then Eva would despair. Who wouldn't?
But it never came. That tiger had pushed him back in the nick of time. I stood my ground, with my mind frantically thinking, my heart desperately pumping. No way out. I was surrounded. If I could do anything, it was to kill one of the 'Andalite' bandits that I now knew were not andalite. At least, not totally. But what would be the point? If I killed them, it would make Visser Three's job to conquer Earth easier. I didn't mind, but my children, Darwin and Madra, would die. Trembling fingers moved the Dracon beam and brought it to bear, facing the ground. Once I fired, I would fall, and perhaps be saved by a Yeerk ship, and at least spared the indignity of losing to the 'Andalite' bandits and worse, my host's son.
As I pulled the trigger. I fell. Into empty nothingness. Probably a fifty-foot drop at the very least. After all, they all wanted to see me dead. Might as well be sure to bring me to the highest peak they could find, right? They weren't stupid, after all.This is the end,I told myself,this is the end.Eva crowed.Now I'll finally be free of you.
I fell into a pit, saw darkness all around me. Then, something soft, which broke my fall. An excruciating pain ran up my arm. Broken. I was in pain, but I was alive. The pit was not too difficult for even a human host with a broken arm to climb out of. Ignoring the ache in my arm, I started climbing. One step. One hold. I winced in pain. Eva crowed in laughter. The process repeated itself, countless times.
Step,hold,wince,crow.
Step, hold, wince, crow.
Step, hold, wince, crow.
At last, with my good arm, I scrambled over the pit's surface. Out of curiosity, I peered down at the pit, to see what had broken my fall. What I saw nearly made me fall into the pit again. It was the goat. Marco. He was dead. Eva wept, and I could feel her sorrow coming in waves. But how? He couldn't have jumped in after me, for we would have fell at the same speed. Simple rules of gravity. It didn't change the nagging question. How could he be there?It may be just a goat that was wandering around and fell into the pit. Don't scare yourself.Then, I took a second look. One of its legs was missing. In its place, there was a hand. A human hand. Then I knew. Marco had somehow jumped down and managed to save me.
I did a mock bow in front of his dark grave. It would make Eva mad. Predictably, she cried. I laughed at her, a shrill mocking laugh. Then I pulled myself together, and left.
A Few Days Later
I decided to check for the death of the boy. Marco. Maybe I would go to his funeral, or stand somewhere far out of sight and observe the proceedings. Perhaps he deserved it, after he saved my life. I did not reveal their secret, that part of them were not 'Andalites'.Consider that as your debt repaid. Your pathetic band will survive. Go on and trouble Visser Three,
On the last day that I was to be on Earth, I was called for a meeting with Visser Three. I got a human-Controller to drive me to the facility. The Sharing. Probably had degenerated from perfect to inadequate under his incompetent care. I entered the car. "You know where the facility is. Drive."I snapped. He immediately obeyed, turning the ignition, and starting to drive. I stared derisively out of the window. Someday, all of you will become ours. I thought. Then, I saw a boy. Familiar. It was he. It was Marco." STOP!" I yelled. The car screeched to a halt. "Yes, Visser?" the frightened Controller asked, quaking in the boots he wore." You have missed the facility," I retorted calmly. "It is over there." The truth. He had forgotten where the facility was. As he looked around, I saw him. It was Marco, without any doubt.
After the meeting, which was another of the many opportunities Visser Three had to showcase his lack of ability and obsequiousness to the Council, I took out a human laptop. Accessed the Internet, another primitive system humans had invented. A passage said that at extreme times, a person could split into two, and do literally two things at a time. Following it were some testimonies by humans. Then, I knew.
Marco...Did you feel like a part of you died when you saw me fall off the cliff? If you felt so, you did. You are one of the few humans with such...interesting capabilities. For now, I can only say, "If only You knew..."
A/N-I know it's kind of short and undeveloped, but I'll improve on it when I have time, ok? Please review and point out the areas in which I can improve!