A/N: Hope finally figured it out! How emotionally traumatizing!! This chapter might be a little cheesy, but she just found out her parents were Animorphs, plus she has to deal with the fact that they're Controllers. Cut her and me some slack please. Oh, and I do plan on replying to reviews. I should have started doing it form the first chapter. Sorry, but I will do it. Oh and this will be a very short chapter just to let you know. I can't seem to get the thought-speech brackets to work so I'll be using [] from now on unless I figure out how to fix it.

Disclaimer: K.A. Applegate owns the Animorphs and I own Bade, Sarah, Josh, Alexandria, and Hope.

Oh god, oh god, oh god! This had to be a bad dream. It had to! I was going to wake up in my bed and go down to breakfast where my mom and dad, who were not Rachel and Tobias the Animorphs, would be waiting for me to wake up. But no matter how hard I tried, I wouldn't wake up. I wouldn't escape from this nightmare. And the sick part of all of this was that part of me didn't want to wake up. Part of me enjoyed the fact that I was an Animorph, and that part also didn't give a damn if my parents were the enemy or not. It was like a war going on inside my head.

During my emotional crisis, I had sprung into the air. Unfortunately, I didn't realize that under me there was an army of Hork-Bajir, so with my streak of luck that I've been having, I of course landed in the middle of the army. I've seen Hork-Bajir, everyone has, I mean, they live in Yellowstone. I even went there once on a field trip when I was seven and living near the area. I don't remember what the place was called because I've lived in so many places. There was only one key fact that I remembered after I got home and still do: they may be gentle and most are stupid but the Yeerks enslaved them from one reason only and that was to kill. So you'd think I'd be scared, right?

Wrong!

Maybe I have nerves of steel or maybe I just wasn't thinking straight, but fear was the last thing I was thinking about. Grief, yes. Frustration, yes. Anger, a very big yes. But fear, not one ounce. So when they those Hork-Bajir started closing in on me, I just crouched calmly and gave a snarl. Then I pounced. In thirty seconds, I had one Hork-Bajir bleeding and another down for the count.

You'd be proud mom, I thought to myself and it immediately gave me a sick feeling. Well, that and the fact that a Hork-Bajir just slashed at me. I leaped onto it and bit down into its soft fleshy neck. The leopard in me craved for more of the delicious meat, but it was pretty easy to fight the instinct. I saw two seven foot tall weed whackers lunge at me from either side. No problem. With my quick reflexes, I jumped out of the way and they ran into each other. I bit another Hork-Bajir neck, but not without first getting a bit of my tail chopped off.

I couldn't see the others, but I knew that they were fighting the armies. I also knew that we couldn't hold out much longer. But what happened next horrified me. As I escaped the throng of Hork-Bajirs, I found another obstacle facing me.

It was my own mother. In grizzly bear morph, of course.

[Hmmm…I must say, I am impressed. You've only been fighting for twenty minutes and already you've done more damage than any of your friends. You kind of remind me of myself. Join us and I can assure you that you'll be a top ranking Visser,] if my mom could have, she would have smiled as she said it. This had to be a joke. Only a couple of days ago, the Yeerks attempted to kill me and would have succeeded if I hadn't been saved by a friendly, but annoying all-powerful creature, and now they wanted me to join them!

I don't know why I paused. Actually, I do. Behind the huge bear's shoulder, I could see my friends. My badly beaten, bloody friends. But in this war, they were more than that. They were my soldiers. They were my teammates. This was my team. This was my team and I would get them out of here. And as my sharp leopard eyes scanned the room, I realized something. Wounds will heal, some by morphing, some by time and lots of it. But this was a war and there were going to be lots of wounds. The point was to keep on fighting despite them. And there was something else I realized.

This was war.

I don't know why the thought chose to strike me then, but it did. But this wasn't just any war, this was a war for everything I hold dear and I sure as hell wasn't going to let them have it without a fight. A fight that wasn't going to happen today. Today, as much as I hated to say it, was a good day to see how fast we can run while screaming bloody murder. And as my eyes saw the room in all its bloodiness, I found my plan. I turned to the grizzly bear/ Yeerk that used to be my mother.

[No. I will never join you Visser Three. Never, do you hear me? You will have to pull my dead body out from underneath a pile of dead Hork-Bajir before you get a Yeerk even ten feet near my ear. I don't care who the hell your host is. This is war, Visser Three. Rachel has realized it by now I bet. And in war, you never give up until your last breath is taken from you.] I said, as I must say that I was pretty proud of my speech. I was even more glad when I enraged the brown hairy beast.

[You will never win!] it bellowed.

I wish I could have smiled right then, but leopard don't smile and neither do I usually, [Watch me.]

A/N: I told you this was going to be short. Three more chapters left before I can start the sequel. I'm sorry, I know this chapter really sucked, but I was at a crossroad and this was the best I could come up with.