A/N- Thanks so much for all your reviews, guys. But no one paid attention to the trivia! I guess my story was so good you didn't even read the author's note, which says something…Anyway, here is the trivia from last time.
TRIVIA- What song is my title taken from?
Review ResponsesWraithlord42-Yes, I'm back, and loving it!
Chessrook44-Will I free Bri? Maybe. Maybe not. You'll just have to read to find out.
Korean Pearl- If Bri had a nice Yeerk, the plot would go nowhere. As in, I'd have to re-think my entire story, which would be a hassle. About them knowing about the Kelbrid- they don't dare attack them yet. If not even the Andalites could challenge them, the Yeerks aren't going to try without scouting a bit first. The Kelbrid race in general is safe from Yeerks, and Bri's family is being checked out before the Yeerks try anything. And yes, Dakra wants Zak for herself. A morphable human is great, but an Andalite draws more respect, even if Zak can't give them Andalite technology. I did mention that Dakra wanted Zak somewhere in the story; you must have missed it. Yeah, its funny, cause my first review goes like, "whoa! just read your story today. very interesting. Short, but interesting. write more." And then you say, "Thank you for your review! Yes, it's short, but see above (response to Rachel9466) and I have my excuse for why."
And now we have this huge chunk of writing, or textbooks, as you called them. Anywho, about Sam's parents, I never really thought about their story that much. I'm leaning toward the idea that, as Kelbrid, they were trained not to follow the bodies instincts so much, and yet she still loved her husband anyway, but haven't fully documented her story. I'm thinking of writing how they met and stuff, and then how Sam's mom got to earth with her child, like your story with Helen, but I don't have any time right now, or inspiration. So let's trade text-books now, and thanks for reviewing!
Panthergirl-She has to get infested because…um…I said so! But you had the same problem with the what? I didn't see the last part.
DH-Nope, the Kelbrid don't have Yeerk-detecting powers. Good guess, though! And thanks, I'm glad to be back!
Lady of Romantic Dreams-Thanks so much for your review!
Birdie num num- Yes, the stupid thought-speak things. It just isn't the same with parentheses. And you'll find out what happens next in this chapter, one of my favorites from this book.
Traycon3- Thanks! And yes, I will continue. I like writing!
Morph- I'm updating, as soon as possible!
There is Hope- Thank you for reviewing, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't advertise for your own stories in my review section. And yes I read what you wrote in 'Infested', and it is an okay idea, but I don't have that plan here. I don't want to copy your story, I want to write down my own ideas.
Chapter 3- Bri
And that's how I began my life as a Controller. I ended up going home like everything was normal, saying the meeting was great, and being congratulated for becoming a full member. Well, everyone congratulated me except Zak, at least not right away.
"Well. So you're a full member now." He was quiet, and I wanted to say, "Help, Zak. This isn't me!" But I couldn't, and soon Zak went on. "So, uh, what does that mean, anyway? What's the difference between a part-time member and a full member? Why is this important?"
"Oh," Dakra said carelessly, "It just means I'm no longer a guest there. Now I belong, and get to help plan activities and stuff. No big deal."
That's how it went for the next three days. I had no control over anything except my thoughts, which Dakra could read. I ended up snooping around my own house, to see if Sam or Mom had any secret weapons they could use against a Yeerk. Luckily, she didn't find any, which would come in handy later. Meanwhile, I was stuck.
At the end of three days, Dakra was feeling weaker and hungry. I tried to throw her, take control, but it didn't work. It never worked. Dakra told Sam and Mom I was going to the mall, which I was. More specifically, I was going to the Gap, where there were two entrances to the Yeerk pool. Great.
We picked up some nice clothes, which unfortunately we weren't going to buy. If I had to go to the mall, couldn't Dakra oblige me by buying something? Apparently not. We entered the dressing room at the Gap, opened a secret panel at the back, and walked down several flights of stairs. I heard the screams of humans as we went down, and smelled the stench of Hork-bajir sweat and Yeerk sludge. If I had been in control, I would have turned and run away. As it was, I could only watch.
As we reached the bottom, I saw a horrifying scene. Humans, standing in line, were waiting to feed. Actually, it was the Yeerks who were feeding. The humans, once they were free, would scream and fight the Hork-bajir guards, but it was no use. They were locked in cages for a few hours while their Yeerks fed.
I thought we would be getting in line at the pier, but instead we walked to the far side of the cavern. We met two Hork-bajir guards there, who Dakra asked to let us through on special orders from the Visser. The Hork-bajir glanced at each other, and let us through. We walked down a whitewashed hall with confident steps. Well, at least Dakra was confident. She was also distracted. I used the opportunity to trip her, just as Visser Three and a whole bunch of Hork-bajir walked into the hallway. The Hork-bajir snickered, while Visser Three smirked.
Losing control of your host already, Dakra-281?
She scowled. "Why have you asked me to come, Visser?"
The smirk disappeared. Your host is morph-capable. For now, my quarters are the only ones equipped to contain morph-capables. You will feed in the same room as I for now. He sure didn't look happy about this, but turned and walked briskly down the hall. Dakra hurried to keep up.
We can to a room with a door that had seven locks on it and appeared to be electrified. They sure didn't want anyone escaping from this place, especially the most valuable hosts. Which I guess included the Andalite and me.
We were escorted inside, and almost immediately a huge Hork-bajir clapped some handcuffs on me. These emitted a weird blue light. The Andalite host received the same treatment, but was additionally cuffed- his front legs and back legs were hobbled together so he couldn't walk properly, let alone run. His deadly tail was sheathed.
One of the Hork-bajir rudely pushed me forward, and Dakra glared at him. She leaned over and tilted my head over a stainless steel pool in the center of the room. She began squirming away- she was leaving! At last. Maybe I could…
Nope. As soon as I stood up I felt the business end of a Dracon beam buried in my back. I was roughly shoved over to the side of the room, where my hands and legs were shackled to the wall. I was able to watch as the Andalite-Controller tilted his head and the Visser was released. The temporarily free Andalite offered no resistance, and was also chained up. The Hork-Bajir left the room and probably stood guard on the other side of the door, although I couldn't see them. Seconds after they left, the door electrified. There was no way we were getting out of here. I sighed, and figured I better find out who this unfortunate and beaten Andalite was. There was nothing else to do.
"Hi. I'm Sabrina Johnson. Who are you?"
The Andalite didn't answer. All four eyes were closed, and his breathing was heavy and ragged. I thought maybe he hadn't heard me, but then he said harshly, (My name is an Andalite curse-word.)
Well. He sounded pretty depressed. A small voice in the back of my head whispered, That's your future There is no escape from this place. Why deny it? There is no hope. I shoved the notion away. I refused to give up hope. I had overcome things before, I could deal with this. And so, resolutely, I said, "Come on. I'm not an Andalite, and I have nothing against you." Then I laughed. "Besides, I'm not in much of a position to curse at you anyway. What do you have to lose?"
Nothing. What more could he lose than he had already?
(I am Alloran-Semitur-Corrass.)
"Nice to meet you, Alloran." He was older, and somehow I didn't think he would appreciate my shortening his name, as I would have done with someone who was more familiar to me. "I guess you can't call the circumstances nice, but still…" I trailed off. Alloran wasn't listening.
So I concentrated of something else- morphing. I figured if I could morph something small like my cat, I could shrink out of my bonds. Then I could find a way out of here, hopefully. But when I tried to morph, I got a shock to the brain that made me lose all concentration. From far away, I heard Alloran say (It is no use.)
I shook my head, recovering from the shock. "What's no use?"
(Morphing. The handcuffs are morph-resistant. We cannot get out.)
At the last words, his thought-voice rose, as if in despair. It freaked me a bit, but all I said was, "Oh." Then, "How long have you been here?" He didn't answer. I tried again. "How did you get here?" Still no answer. Man, he was the most un-cooperative conversationalist I had ever met. So finally I just started talking about myself, although I didn't mention Zak. "Well, I got here through a Sharing meeting. Stupid, huh? I should have seen it. Hey, I've known about aliens for a long time, I should have known that something was wrong. I mean, my family members are alien, and I've even met some Andalites who told me about Yeerks. I was pretty stupid." I proceeded to tell him how I got the morphing power, although I didn't mention the other Andalite's names. Then, remembering what I had said captive aboard the Andalite ship, I said, "My mother and sister will know. Soon, they'll see I'm not myself. They'll rescue me," I stated confidently, although deep inside I knew that wasn't probable. Dakra was going to report to the Visser after feeding. She would tell him that she thought we could take my family, with many Hork-bajir, of course. No, Bri, don't think about it.
(They won't.) I was startled to hear the Andalite's voice again. (Yeerks are too good at passing for their hosts. Your family will never know. Your race will never know either, until they have all been taken.) Then he fell silent.
I stared. "What, do you exist for the sole reason of dashing everyone else's hopes? Maybe you've had it bad, maybe I will have it bad in the future, but that doesn't give you the right to try and drag me down with you!" I couldn't believe this guy.
It was his turn to stare at me. (Why do you still have hope? Why do you cling to your desire to be rescued? There is no sense in it.)
"Maybe. But if I gave up hope, I couldn't live with myself, let alone with someone else in my head. It's hard to explain. I just- nothing is impossible." I remembered a quote from some book, and repeated it. "If we die expecting to live, we will be none the worse for it. But if we live expecting to die, we'll have thrown our lives away!"
(My life is not my own.)
"Yes, it is. You may not be able to control your body, but you can control your mind. If you give up all hope of escape, if you live in despair, then the Visser has won your mind as well as your body."
He looked away and said nothing for a while. Then, (You are brave, Sabrina. If more humans were like you, Yeerks would never be able to take over Earth.)
I nodded, and said, "They won't." Then I had a thought. "Why don't we make a promise to each other, to keep our hopes up?" I suggested. "We could swear, that if one of us ever gets free, he or she will come back for the other and free them, no matter what it takes. Want to?"
He stared at me once more, then did something I thought I would never see him do- laugh. (You are a strange girl, Sabrina Johnson.)
"Well?" He shrugged. So I said, "Well, I'll do it anyway. I, Sabrina Johnson, swear on my honor that if I am ever freed from the clutches of the Yeerks I will return to free Alloran-Semitur-Corrass or I shall die trying." I grinned, then, because I'm not often that serious.
Alloran looked at me oddly, showing- what emotion? Respect? Pity? I hadn't thought he would play along, so I was surprised to hear him say, (Very well. I, Alloran-Semitur-Corrass swear on whatever honor I have left that if I am ever freed from the, clutches, of the Yeerks I will return to free Sabrina Johnson or die trying. Are you satisfied?)
"Yes," I said, but I was wondering about the first part of his oath. 'On whatever honor I have left'? What did that mean? I was going to ask him, when the door opened and six Hork-bajir stormed in, one of them un-clasping me. I shouted, "I'll see you later, Alloran," and almost smiled as my ear slipped into the sludge. Moments later, both of us were Controllers again. But there was one difference- as I watched the Visser take control again, I saw his face spasm and his tail twitch. And though Dakra managed to remove all emotion from my face seconds later, no Yeerk in the room missed the smile that spread across it.
I did see Alloran again, although afterwards it was mostly when he was a Controller. There was one time he was free, and again after the war- but I'm getting ahead of myself.