OMG! OMG! OMG! The stupid chappie's all finished! HOORAY!!!! Ya'll wouldn't believe how long I'm been working on this! Seriously, like every free moment I get! (And now it's Spring Break, so those free moments are so much longer! But I was a little upset, because I was aiming to get this done by my birthday, but that didn't happen. And then I tried to get it done before Spring Break, but that didn't happen either-- but so ya'll get it during Spring Break, and I hope's you enjoy it!!!!!)
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Thank you to everybody who reviewed! (Makes me feel all appreciated and stuff). And to make ya'll feel all appreciated (because I REALLY REALLY do appreciate that ya'll take time to read this!)
answering your questions/comments:
Lady Choco: you're welcome for the update! And here's another! And hopefully update 11 shouldn't be too far off
Rachel9466: Yeah, I've done that rereading stuff without realizing it before. There's this one book in the library that I swear I've read about 4 or 5 times now and everytime I read it, about half-way through my "new" book, I realize that I've already read it before! (What can I say, I'm horrible with remembering titles and author names and character namesÉ. Which is prolly why Efflit morphed into Efflin in one of those chappies). But anyways, I'd don't mind if you re-read and re-review my story! Feel free to do that as often as you want to! Goes off to stare at her reflection in her malted milkshake
Anonymous-cat: Darned it! I was hoping that no one would pick that up until I'd gotten to write that scene! Yes, the One does suck the souls and the Yeerks get the bodies. But don't worry, after you caught that I was like "DH, you need to have some other suspense-stuff to keep A-Cat interested," so I added a couple o' tricks that I hope you'll likeÉ so now you've gotta keep you're eyes peeledÉ.
g21lto: That's an interesting pen-name. Does it stand for anything or did you just do a random type? Yeah, I liked the Regan/Visser One banter too. Sigh, gonna miss that! It was very-uh- stress relieving. (I just wrote Visser One as myself when I'm totally PMS'ingÑand yeah, you prolly wanted to know that, huh?) Thanks for reading!
madzles: Thanks for reading! Yeah, what you said about the Yeerks acting all selfless and stuff was true. My Yeerks act like that b/c they have to (Visser One can't just kill off all his minions since he's got a finite supply). But, I actually went back and revised the last chappie so's it makes more sense, except that chappie is loaded on my school-network, and I'm at home now, so's it won't be revised for at least a week when I go back to school. Also, I tried to make the Yeerks in this chapter a bit more Yeerkish, in terms of how they'd deal with the One and stuff. Tell me what you think, please!
Anni Morph: Thanks for reading! You keep reviewing, and I'll keep writing! (well, actually I'd keep writing anyways, but I'd appreciate your reviews!)
Norma Lee Insane: Glad you're liking it so far! And YES Tobias is DEFINITELY going to be in the story. (#3 was the first one I ever read and it got me hooked). Unfortunately, Tobias won't show up until Jake rounds up the troops to rescue Ax (b/c that's how KA wrote it-BOO!) But, until then, Rachel's going to narrate the next chappieÉ so that's almost as good as Birddie-boy, right? Thanks for reading!
Samhain13: Yep, I updated! And LOOK! I updated again! That's THREE times in a semester! Looks very proud of herself And the next chappie will come out a lot sooner than this one did, I can tell you b/c the content is a lot easier. (I don't have to worry about getting everything "just right" for the next one).
Sparklegem: Man, thank you so much! And thank you for looking for updates all the time! (When I read that I had this smile plastered across my face for like the next three daysÉ.prolly creeped a couple ppl out too, me walking around campus looking like The Joker!) But you know what's funny? I got your last review like RIGHT before I was about to post this!
Britz: Hey thanks for reading! I was super surprised that you reviewed this after I flamed your sex-scenes in your Halloween Special. But yeah, welcome aboard. Critical comments are always appreciated! So feel free to return the flame-favor.
Robyn: Hey, a new face! Did you just join the Ani-support group on or have you been here for a while? I know EXACTLY how you mean about the cliffie. I was pretty-well-uh, I was crying about Rachel dying and then when all that crummy stuff happened to everyone else let's just say that I've NEVER forgiven KA. Haven't even tried one of her other series (which I was planning on doing until I read that ending). Yeah, but glad you're reading and that you liked the Ax/Jake heart scene. I was trying to write Jake without making him too pathetic...which I totally thought he was after what KA did to him! Thanks for reading!
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Disclaimer: Don't ever rake your lawn the day before a thunderstorm. Because the next day you wake up and it looks like you haven't done a thing, but you're too sore to move. (Not that that happened to me).
Yeah, and I don't own Animorphs.
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In the Pool Room:
Without realizing it, I chewed at my lower lip in growing anxiety. What was happening out there? Where was the blue creature? Would it enter the Pool Room?
Would any of us survive the assault?
Would I survive?
It was almost an hour now, almost an hour since we had barricaded ourselves inside the Pool Room. What had happened outside itsconfines, I had no idea. We had lost all communication with the rest of the Blade Ship almost immediately after barring the entryway.
The Pool Room was hushed, silent, but for the steady humming of the single Kandrona and the unsteady breathing of the other Controllers--the six Humans and four Hork Bajir. Beneath the calm amber waters of the Yeerk Pool, the seven hundred free Yeerks swam peacefully, unaware of the danger that now threatened the ship and their very existence.
With the other Controllers, I stood at strained attention, my Dracon beam trained to the single entrance and the expected attack. I could feel my heart drumming wildly to the frantic rhythm of my ragged breathing, and I could feel perspiration licking at my clammy palms.
But there was nothing left to do.
Absolutely nothing.
We could only wait.
Just wait.
The seconds crept by in halting protest as we prepared for our inevitable doom. The still air was thick with dreadful uncertainty, and I felt I waged an internal battle between growing impatience for something to happen and growing apprehension of what that something would be.
(You will die today, Efflit! ) Regan cackled gleefully, burning with eager anticipation. (You slimy Yeerks will finally get yours! )
(Quiet FOOL! ) I snapped in irritation. I wished I could silence his voice, and I tried to ignore him, but like venom his words penetrated to my very core.
We were going to die today. And it was all myfault. All my fault. If only I had been more cautious. If only I had used better judgment. I never should have tried to take the alien vessel. I never should have allowed Visser Two and his team onto it.
And now the Empire would pay for my lack of foresight.
(Long life to the New Yeerk Empire) Regan sang mockingly. (Hail to Efflit, its fallen ruler! )
(I said BE QUIET! )
(Hail Efflit! ) Regan trilled ever louder.
Still holding the Dracon beam, I stared thoughtfully at the weapon in hand. For one mad instant, I envisioned turning it on him, boring through the host's temple and silencing the voice within. Although I'd die in the process, at least I'd be released from his infuriating whine and this nerve-racking wait.
(Go ahead and do it. ) Regan said sharply.
Startled, I realized that I hadn't blocked his access to my thoughts.
(Do it. ) Regan pushed. (Kill me. )
The urgency evident in his voice was not surprising. The coward was terrified of the blue creature.
(You fear a painful death. ) I stated in disgust. (You'd rather die by your own hand than face that monster. )
I too was fearful of the blue creature-- of what it would do to me and to my ship. But I would not opt for the easy way out, sniveling in fright like a small pup terrified of its own shadow.
Regan chuckled dryly, confirming what I'd known all along. (You humans truly are a spineless race. ) I sneered in contempt.
The amusement drained from Regan's voice. (You misunderstand me, Efflit. ) He said somberly. (I do not fear death, even one so painful. )
I sneered. (For someone who doesn't fear a painful death, you sure seem anxious to avoid one. )
(No, I embrace death. ) Regan replied, almost to himself. His voice took on a strangely reflective tone. (I have waited for so long. For so many years. So many long years. ) He sighed thoughtfully, speaking to himself now. (This is my way out. It's finally here. I'll be free. I'll get to be with my wife and kid again. )
From his memories, I knew that Regan had a family, that Regan and his wife were infested at the same time. I knew that Regan's wife had died in the bombing of the California Yeerk Pool, and that Regan's son had disappeared.
Regan was quiet for a few moments, and I felt the gears in his brain whirling at full speed. He was plotting something.
It didn't take very long for me to guess what that something was.
(Efflit, I know we are not the best of friends. ) Regan began, carefully choosing his words. (Well perhaps not even friends since I hate you and you hate me, but I don't think that is the point right now. ) His tone drizzled with a sugary sweetness that I didn't know he even possessed. (The point is that we are going to die today. But when, is entirely up to us. We can die now in peace or later by force. ) He glazed. ( If we die now, it will be painless. Efflit I'm sure you see the sense in that, as you are so intelligent. ) He oozed.
I grimaced in disgust at his syrupy compliment, but Regan didn't notice. In fact, if Regan had control of his motor functions, I'm sure he'd be flashing me a "winning" smile.
(If that blue thing is going to kill us in a short bit, anyways, why not speed it along, huh? ). He continued smoothly.
Ah, so he wasn't just scared of the blue creature, then. He was also anxious for his "freedom."
( Since our death is inevitable, why wait? ) Regan concluded smoothly.
He really made it too easy.
(Because every second that we wait makes you just a little bit more miserable. ) I replied evenly. (And that is reason enough for me. )
Regan's irritation was tangible and his honey-tongue quickly dissolved. (The Yeerk Empire is going to be destroyed! DESTROYED! DESTROYED! ) He raged. ( You Yeerks will all DIE! )
Trying to ignore Regan's now redoubled efforts, I stared dismally at the Pool entrance, and the pitiful barricade in front of it. Regan was right-- the Empire was going to be destroyed. Once the creature finished Its work outside, it'd find Its way into the Pool Room. A few stacked chairs and a pile of worn Kandrona disks would not keep It out. Delay It maybe, but not deter It.
We would be slaughtered.
I could envision the blue apparition. In my mind's eye I saw It leering in front of me. Delighting in my pain. In my fear.
At my death.
I shook myself roughly. Thoughts like that only lead to one place.
I forced my mind off of the topic, but unbidden visions of the blue creature flooded my consciousness. It was at the Pool now. I could see clearly as It glided around the tank's perimeter and waded lazily into the calm waters. In a few swift seconds, the seven hundred free Yeerks were gone. With their passing, so too passed all hopes for the Empire.
I clenched my teeth in anger. That could never happen. The Empire, my people, had to go on. No matter what, the Yeerk Empire had to survive. I'd make sure of it, even at the cost of my own life.
(Do you hear that, Regan? ) I challenged. (I'm going to fight It! )
Regan snorted. (Fight the creature? Go ahead and fight It just like Yaban and the others. ) He laughed coldly. (I don't think your ending will be any different than theirs. )
Images of lifeless, yet still-breathing bodies flashed before my eyes.
(We will see. ) I replied.
(Yes we will. ) Regan sneered. ( Why don't you just kill us now and save the creature the trouble of doing it later? )
Phap! Phap!
A dull rapping noise suddenly sounded, startling Regan and I from our debate. The rapping noise echoed throughout the silent Pool Room, and I whirled about searching for its source. I glanced from the churning Pool waters to the video-monitor mounted near the door to the barricade piled in front of the entryway. But the sound did not come from any of those places.
Phap! Phap!
It sounded again.
My eyes darted from one agitated Hork Bajir to the next, and then at the six nervous Human Controllers. Each returned my bewildered expression with palpable distress--they didn't know where the tapping had come from either.
Phap! Phap!
The rapping noise sounded again, louder than before. It took me a moment before I realized that it came from the door.
Someone was knocking on it.
(It's the creature. ) Regan stated with flustered excitement. His desperation lent his voice almost a spiritual quality as if Regan believed that the blue creature had been sent by Providence to free him.
(Well It's not getting in.) I said forcefully and focused my Dracon square with the entrance. Although missing a finger, Regan still had good aim, and so I called upon his motional memory to aid my shot.
PHAP! PHAP!
Hammered the noise.
PHAP! PHAP!
It demanded.
PHAP! PHAP!
"I know you are in there," a Hork Bajir called boldly from behind the barred entrance. "Open the door."
"Sub-Visser 15?" I asked warily. "Is that you?"
"Yes," the voice identified. "It is me. Open the door."
"What has happened?" I questioned. "Where is the blue creature?"
"We have defeated it." Came the Sub-Visser's ready reply. "Now open the door."
I was startled by his commanding tone and the urgency driving his voice set me on guard. The Sub-Visser did not address me that way. My gut feeling urged caution. "Are you alone?" I asked, delaying.
"Yes." The Hork Bajir voice replied quickly. "Open the door!"
I did not believe himÑsomething in the way he spoke, something about the whole situation was just wrong. Something felt wrong. Was the creature outside with the Sub-Visser? Was it threatening him?
"How many others have survived the attack?" I stalled. At the same time I motioned to one of the Pool Room guards.
The man moved swiftly to the video monitor near the door. He activated the monitor's console and with a few quick keystrokes he activated the viewing screen. A sharp image flashed purposefully across the monitor and displayed the area immediately outside of the Pool Room entrance. Viewing the screen, it was apparent that my misgivings were unfounded, for there stood a Hork Bajir easily identified as Sub-Visser 15. He was bent over, and the video camera showed the top of his head, but not his face. He was alone; the blue creature was no where in sight.
"I do not know how many survived," the Hork Bajir answered stooping lowly. He was hurt.
"Are you injured?" I asked quickly.
"Yes," Sub-Visser 15 replied huskily. He hunched even deeper. "Open the door," he implored.
I hastily nodded to other Controllers. The guards quickly began clearing the barricade.
"We're opening the door." I informed the Sub-Visser.
He remained unmoving, his body twisted in pain, his down-turned face shielded from the camera. "Good," he grunted.
As I waited for the barricade, cold relief washed through my body and realization seeped into my brain. The blue creature had been defeated. The Yeerk Empire had survived.
(I suppose you won't be going anywhere after all, Regan. ) I gloated coolly. His feelings of defeat were overwhelming. (I am glad that I didn't take your advice and kill us both) I continued. (Or where would we be now? )
Regan did not answer, but retreated far into the recesses of our interlaced mind. There he would remain sulking or grieving or doing whatever it was that he did. More importantly, I would not hear his annoying whine for at least a few days. I smiled broadly at that thought.
"Visser One, the barricade is clear and the Pool Room door is open," a Controller reported purposefully.
I returned my attention to the Pool Room and watched as Sub-Visser 15 limped his way in. The Hork Bajir's back was bent sharply and his face was aimed to the ground. I could not see his facial features, but I imagined that they were strained in painful concentration.
"Well don't just stand there!" I snapped to the loitering group of Pool Room guards. The ten Controllers started at my sharpness "He can barely walk!"
Two Hork Bajir hastily made their way to the bent form of their wounded commander. They extended their bladed arms, careful to avoid the Sub-Visser's body.
"Here Sub-Visser use us as a brace," the two said as their arms encircled his girth.
The first guard gently contacted the stooped form.
And emitted a glass-shattering shriek.
As my eyes darted to the guard's face, my heart skipped a beat at what I saw. The guard's brow arched in horror. His mouth twisted in agony, and terror shone in the whites of his eyes. His bladed arms flayed erratically, slicing through the air as if he were fending off an invisible foe.
Only his enemy was very real.
(It's the creature. ) Regan's voice pealed joyously. (It's come for me! )
(NO! ) I protested. (It can't be! ) The Hork Bajir was Sub-Visser 15. It had to be.
But as I watched in numb disbelief, the Sub-Visser lifted his face, reveling a pair of glittering red eyes. The blood-colored orbs gazed maliciously, piercing through the air like daggers. They swept across my face, examining me with a cruel intent.
The creature.
Then It changed. As I watched in dumb fascination, glinting threads of blue light wound through the Hork Bajir form. Starting with the feet, they stitched upward binding the bladed ankles to the torso and then the muscular chest to the head. Then the blue light unraveled into many smaller threads and these looped around the body until the creature was caped in a shining cloak. With a soft whooshing noise the cloak unfolded, swallowing what remained of the Hork Bajir form in a blanket of swirling blue dye. The whooshing sound grew louder and louder and the blanket became thinner and thinner until all that remained of the creature was a transparent blue mist. Different hues of blue washed in and out of the shapeless mist like spotlights reflecting off iridescent fabric. Yet all the while, those deep red eyes stared menacingly from beneath a sea of blue.
Still grasping the captive Controller, the creature leered and Its red eyes flashed dangerously.
The captive Hork Bajir screamed in terror. Pain etched into his lined forehead, and he struggled wildly, in a desperate attempt to free himself.
But the creature did not release him.
The Controller flayed and his struggling became more violent. Then with a last strangled cry, he was silent.
The blue monster threw the still-breathing body to the floor, and the body landed with a violent crack! Then the creature turned to the second Hork Bajir with a predatory grin. It had sighted Its next victim.
Panic flashed across the face of the second Hork Bajir, as he dashed for the open door. The creature smiled expectantly, but waited until Its prey reached the entrance. Then with a cat-like ferocity the creature pounced, downing Hork Bajir. The Controller shrieked, howling in pain. Then he stopped abruptly, and his body went limp.
He was gone.
The blue creaturelaughed humorlessly, and Its red eyes blazed with a hellish glow. "Thank you for admitting me to this room," It sneered, addressing the other Controllers and I. "An invitation is always welcome.
Although I understood the creature's meaning, the words It spoke were strange, and I knew It was talking in a language I'd never heard before.
"But I suppose I was only invited because I was mistaken for your Sub-Visser." The creature continued with mock thoughtfulness. "But in any event, an invitation is an invitation, and here I am." Its red eyes glittered with sadistic pleasure. "Although, I would have opened the door anyway if you had refused my entry.
Proving that It could enter or exit at will, the creature stared atthe open entrance. Tiny zaps of blue fire sparked from Its transparent form and suddenly the Pool Room door slid shut.
A collective gasp coursed through the remaining eight Controllers.
"You didn't wish to leave?" The creature asked innocently as it smiled at Its handiwork. Like all the other doors on the Blade Ship, the Pool Room door operated on a magnetic rolling track.
I stared at the sealed entranceÑthe only way in or out of the Pool RoomÑand at the creature stationed in front of it, barring my escape; I knew that there was no way out. This was it. For me. For the Empire. This was our last moment.
Regan laughed gleefully.
In those few precious seconds before the end, time seemed to slow as I soaked up my last images of life. Thoughts flooded my mind: thing I'd done, things I'd wanted to do, promises I'd made and would no longer keep.
I gazed lovingly around the Pool Room. At the smooth metallic walls, at the glistening bars on the host cages, at the life-giving Kandrona. The Yeerk Pool bubbled sweetlyblissfully unaware of what was happening. I thought of the seven hundred free Yeerks, the innocents I had failed. They would die today because of me.
But they would not die without a fight.
I turned to my eight remaining guards. Two Hork Bajir and six humans. I saw panic flashing in their eyes. I saw fear.
"Fellow Yeerks!" I charged them. "Our Pool-brothers have always relied on us for their protection. We will not desert them now!" I stated fiercely. "We will fight! We will protect them! Guard the Pool!" I commanded.
But there was no magical transformation. The eight Controllers didn't suddenly change from scared stiff to mighty warriors. They were still afraid, their fear no less visible in their eyes, but there was also an outlet for their adrenaline-induced energy. They now had a purpose beyond waiting for their deaths.
Me, I was angry. Angry at myself, angry at what happened, angry at Regan's glee. But most of all angry at the blue creature. I turned to the face It. I glared at It, eyes ablaze.
The creature returned my gaze with a sneer. "Fight if you chose. It amuses me." Then with a flash of blue, It was upon us.
The battle was quick, confused. The deadly blue creature and we nine Controllers.
Screaming. A haze of blue mist. Bursts of red Dracon fire.
I kept my back to the Pool, offering it what little protection I could.
Screams. A dull thudding of bodies hitting floor. Cruel laughter.
I fired my Dracon beam in an unceasing stream at the blue creature. But each shot proved ineffective, passing harmlessly through Its transparent form.
Screaming. Death cries. Shrieking.
There were only three of us left?
Screams. A blur of blue.
Sudden silence.
I gazed at the still-breathing bodies on the floor with sick realization. I was the only one still standing.
The creature stared coldly at me from across the room.
I waited.
"I am the One who is Many. Who is All. I am the One." It chanted lowly.
My people had failed. The Empire was lost.
"I am the One who is Many. Who is All. I am the scourge of the universe. The destroyer of galaxies. I am the One.
I had failed them.
"I am the One who is Many. Who is All. I am the One." It smiled mercilessly at me, enjoying my torment.
I returned Its gaze, defiantly. "And I am Visser One. Come and get me.
And then the creature was upon me.
Pain. White hot. Stabbing. Pain. Sizzling. Burning flesh. Burning thought. Burning life.
I screamed, choking on the air. The Pool Room seemed to shrink, to collapse on itself. The walls rushed towards me and the ceiling bore down on me.
My vision blurred. I could not see clearly. I tried to focus. I stared at the blue demon, the One. At its glittering red eyes, sparkling with blood lust. At its pointed grin.
It laughed.
A fresh wave of pain. Slicing. Sharp as knives. Stabbing.
I recoiled, wreathing in agony. My vision faded, colors had no meaning. Sight had no meaning. Pain. Only pain existed.
A loud roaring noise. A terrified scream.
"NO! NO! I DON'T WANT TO GO! NOT AS A PRISONER! PLEASE JUST LET ME DIE! LET ME GO TO MY FAMILY!
Something pulled. Something snapped. And suddenly I couldn't feel Regan's consciousness. It was like he wasn't there.
Dimly I understood. The One had taken Regan. How, I had no idea.
The creature left me then, for a few moments, while It focused on my host.
I lay unmoving on the cold metallic floor. My heart pounded sluggishly in my ears and my breath came in shallow gulps. I trembled. My throat felt raw from screaming; I coughed on flecks of blood.
I was tired. Too tired. Too tired to wonder how I still operated Regan's body without Regan present. Too tired to care.
"You certainly are an odd species," a cruel voice laughed from far away. "A symbion.
I listened, without understanding. My battered mind could not process.
"Although I must say that I prefer the larger life-force. The smaller essences are so dissatisfying, hardly worth the effort at all."
Red eyes loomed in my vision, obscuring the world. Then they turned, and I obediently followed them. We gazed at a rounded metallic tank filled with a yellowish colored liquid.
"Still, do not bemoan an opportunity.
I stared at the yellow water. At the pool. Yeerk Pool. Yes, Yeerk Pool. It was called a Yeerk Pool.
Something struggled for substance, for meaning. Yeerk Pool. It was important. Yeerk Pool.
I was tired. So tired. I wanted to give up then. Let the creature take me. Take me as it had taken Regan.
But something nagged at my muddled thoughts. Something pricked.
Yeerk Pool.
Yeerk Pool.
With a sudden snap! I knew.
Yeerk Pool. Yeerks. My people.
"I should like to find another of these symbions," the blue creature said thoughtfully. "At least for the larger life-force.
Something happened then. A thought shaped. A knowledge. And I understood.
Symbions. Symbiotic. The creature thought that Yeerks and humans were symbiotic.
But Life-force? What was a life-force?
The creature ate life-forces, It said so. But what were they?
I didn't know, but they were something that humans had.
And this was my last chance.
I struggled with my throat. To force my mouth to open. To form words. "I know where you can find more." I hissed in a voice utterly foreign to my own ears.
The creature regarded me with surprise. "Are you still lucid?" It laughed.
"I know where you can find more humans, the larger life-forces," I repeated, my ragged voice growing stronger. "Six billion more.
The creature studied me, like a child ready to squash a bug. But I noted a keen interest hiding in the depths of Its cruel red eyes.
"We are not symbiotic. My kind only requires the body," I explained. "Spare me and my people and I will bring you six billion more humans.
It was the last way. The only way. If the creature did not agree, all was lost.
"I could force you to show me the way to these humans." The creature replied easily. "I have ways of persuasion.
"No, you could not." I stated flatly. "And without me and my people, who would operate the ship? Your ship or the Blade Ship? How would you be able to get there? You said yourself that the life-force of my kind dissatisfies you ®¢ the few Yeerks left, the ones in the Pool, are not worth your trouble." I paused, so tired. I was so tired. Had to stay awake. "But if you spare me and my people and I will take you there." I repeated.
I waited for seconds, minutes, hours as the creature decided.
Finally It turned to me with a sneer. "I agree to your terms. You take me to this place with the large life-forces and I will spare what is left of your kind. But," and its face twisted "should you prove untrustworthy" It trailed off, the glint in its eyes an unspoken threat.
Then It turned, leaving me alone on the floor of the Pool Room.
"You see Regan," I slurred as I slipped into unconsciousness. "I told you the Empire would survive.
But Regan didn't answer.
Regan was gone.
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Gawd I hated this stupid chapter! It had so many things going on that it took me forever to get everything "just so." First, I couldn't get Regan/Efflit right, then I couldn't keep Efflit's character consistent, then I couldn't make Efflit's thought process logical enough to follow, then I couldn't write the "Regan gets eaten" scene without sounding like a third grader writing a "How to Paper", and the list goes on and on and on...
Yeah, but so now that one of the "crucial" chappies is finally over (thank gawd!) I can move onto more frequent and less stunted writing!
I won't make us wait months for the next update, because the next update is one I'm been dying to write since last summer! Enter Rachel! (da da dum!) So I'd guesstimate, that oughta be up in less than a month (but that depends on whether school will rear its ugly Ôol head or not).
Yeah, but thanks ya'll for reading this. Wouldn't you like to review now? Could you do me a favor and answer some questions, so's I know how I'm doing? (when I need to clarify and such).
1. Why was Regan so anxious to die?
2. Why did Efflit think everything was all his fault?
3. Did anyone care that I said that Efflit's ppl would fly the ship to Earth, even though all his Controllers are down for the count, and we're only left with a Yeerk Pool?
4. Did it make sense why Efflit offered the humans to the One?
If you could please answer even one of these I'd be super happy b/c then I'd know if I did my job on those parts. But if you don't feel like doing a critical reading, would you just type a "hi", so's I know that ppl are reading this?
Also, if ya'll do review, please be as critical as possible. I really want to know what ppl think of my stuff, especially b/c I'm considering writing for real after I graduate. So if you think something is confusing or stupid or just plain sucks, please PLEASE let me know! (I won't get mad. If something that I did stinks, I did it, so's its my fault and ya'll are just doing the good reviewer thing and pointing it out).
Anyways,
Thanks much!
DH