Author's Note: I—
Mob: DIE! DIE! YOU KILLED AMY! AND FOR THAT YOU MUST DIE!
Me: AS I WAS SAYING, I know that people are slightly less than pleased with how the previous chapter turned out. I was not overly thrilled myself. But, I'm pretty sure that Amy being dead will turn out to be important in some way.
Mob: YOU'RE JUST SAYING THAT TO GET OUT OF BEING BEATEN TO A BLOODY PULP!
Me: Well, that too. Sorry this took so long to upload.
Mob: IF YOU'RE NOT, YOU WILL BE!
Disclaimer: I forget—do I need to post one of these in every chapter, or just in every story? Because really, if I did own the Animorphs, the series wouldn't have ended with that crappy cliff-hanger.
Chapter Twenty-Six: Esp's POVI braced myself for Ricky's attack. Tom felt that he deserved the pummeling we were both sure was in store for us. Eftlak once told me that Ricky seemed to have a split personality. This must have been his harsher side.
Strangely, Ricky ignored us completely, instead attempting to attack Crayak. He was swearing violently, and his language became fouler than ever when he was held back by a bizarre red glow.
"Foolish human," Crayak sneered. "You cannot harm me. Do not waste your energy trying."
Ricky responded by saying something particularly rude—in Taxxon. Where he had learned it was beyond me. Actually, chances were that it was me. My language could be nasty when I was mad. Still, I didn't think I'd ever been mad enough to say that. To rephrase it politely, Ricky was telling Crayak to flush himself down a toilet.
CALM YOURSELF, RICHARD. Oh, great, Ellimist was there too. Ricky ignored him. I SAID CALM YOURSELF!
All of a sudden, we were back in Cassie's barn. A glance at the calendar revealed that we were back in the proper time. Crayak, Amy, and my and Tom's past selves weren't with us. Erek and Arbron were.
"Ricky?" Erek asked. They also 'knew' each other through The Sharing. Rick was still cursing, and now was strangling the air. He and Arbron both stiffened—Ellimist must have been explaining. "Whoa."
"How do you feel, Rick?" I asked.
"Like someone just tried to rip me apart," he said coldly. "I am going to kill him."
(I hope 'him' is referring to Crayak,) Tom thought to me.
(So do I. If Ricky is talking about us, I suggest we start running as soon as we find out.)
CRAYAK IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR A HUMAN TO KILL.
"Eftlak was right," Ricky snarled, glaring at us. "Letting you stay was a bad idea."
"Should I go?" Erek asked, rather awkwardly. Jake nodded, and slapped his forehead once Erek left.
"How is it that we didn't think to ask the Chee to help us hide out?"
"Because we're idiots," Marco explained, like this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Crayak supports the Yeerk Empire, right?" Ricky asked.
YES, Ellimist answered. TO A CERTAIN EXTENT.
Ricky turned to the rest of us. "You fight the Yeerks. You need help?" Jake nodded, not sure where this was going, and probably not liking the feral glint in Ricky's eyes any more than Tom and I did.
Ricky clenched his hands into tight fists and gritted his teeth. "I'll help. If I can't kill Crayak, I'm sure as hell going to hurt him."
VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: For those who have been wondering, let's just say books 1-10 (including Megamorphs 1) have happened, skip 11 because I didn't like it, then book 12 and 13, Megamorphs 2, books 26 and 27, book 15, then this story.
Sad Author's Note: This particular story ends here.
Mob: NO! IT CAN'T BE OVER ALREADY!
Me: Sorry!
Happy Author's Note: Ihave a plan (yes, plan, improving got Amy killed,) for the sequel. I don't to ruin the plot, but I will anyway: Ax gets amnesia and ends up on the Andalite home world, where he goes berserk when someone says he's related to Elfangor, because his memory's all messed up and he thinks Elfangor's a traitor.
Mob: IT HAD BETTER BE GOOD!
Me: I think it will be. There's other stuff in it too, but I've said too much already. I need ideas for a title!