Title: The Created
Author: A.S.Amalon
Rating: PG
Chapter: Twelve
Spoilers: If you haven't read the last book by now…
Disclaimer: All characters, sans Serenity and Kym, belong to the wonderful, glorious, awesome K.A. Applegate
A/N: I'm sorry that I haven't been around lately! I feel so bad now *hides*. But here is chappie twelve, with a recap and everything. Thanks for the reviews, and I apologize that this chappie is so short. I will get on to the next one in a couple of minutes, I promise!
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It's 2050, and the Yeerks are back. Serenity, once known as project Four-Six-Three, is a genetically created human designed especially to fight the Yeerks. Due to the odd mixture of DNA strands from the living Animorphs, she has acquired superhuman powers, such as levitation, the ability to melt things with a single touch, and a whole other form to change into. And, somehow, from the mixture of DNA, she's become very Rachel-like (she thinks it's from Jake's DNA, since they were cousins, but I believe that Rachel's attitude was a combination of all of the Animorphs' personalities, so that's my new theory on where her Rachel-ness came from). So she now lives with Jake as his "daughter", met Erek, went for her first day at school, hung out with Marco, met a blind girl named Kym, made Kym an Animorph, fought Taylor, ran off, returned, and went to the mall…well, the three went as identical triplets, with Jake feeling horribly uncomfortable the entire time. Then Visser One shows up with his cronies, and all hell breaks loose. After a mild display of her abilities is caught on camera, Serenity decides to go with the Yeerks to meet their esteemed leader, Visser Four. What happens now?
The men led me to a small white car and I was pushed and shoved into the back seat. They shut the doors and I tried the handles.
One of the men laughed as his companion put his camera in the trunk of the car. "Stupid freak. Child safety lock. The door can be opened from the outside, but not from the inside."
So I tried the window, which stopped partway down. The cameraman reached through it and pinched my cheek.
"You're so dumb it's cute."
I rolled the window up on his arm and laughed. I then proceeded to draw on the arm with one of my claws, drawing blood. The cameraman screamed and his partner rolled the window down to free his arm.
The cameraman crawled into the passenger's seat and put his face in mine. "If Visser Four hadn't told me not to kill you, I'd murder you here on the spot."
"Sit down, you idiot, and buckle up. We need to get this circus act to the Visser."
The cameraman didn't move, so I gave him a huge grin, revealing all of my flesh-tearing teeth, and he jumped back. He grabbed the door, slammed it shut, turned around, and buckled himself up, keeping one eye on me the entire time.
"What in the world are you?" he asked.
"I am better than a slime-crawling Yeerk."
Hatred flashed in the men's eyes. I was pushing all of their buttons, trying to anger them.
As we drove down the street, pushing ninety, I spotted a police car up ahead. Good. The police could arrest these jerks for speeding.
Instead, the police car pulled in front of us and turned its lights on.
It was escorting us! The Yeerks had infiltrated the police! Well, it shouldn't have surprised me; the police were only human, after all.
We drove for what seemed like ages, in and out of towns, past buildings and homes. Nobody was in our way; they were all pulled over to the side because of the police car.
We pulled into a parking garage, ascended a few levels, and finally stopped.
The door next to me was opened and I promptly stepped out and smoothed my skirt.
"Come," the driver said, pointing to a doorway that led to some sort of bridge connecting the parking garage to another building. I walked with them through the doorway and onto the bridge. I looked through the glass that surrounded me on three sides, taking in my last glimpse of sunlight before what may very well end up being my demise.
We walked into an average-looking building; the floors were carpeted, there were little partitions everywhere, creating small cubicles for the workers, computers all around, and a hallway ahead of us. We went down the hallway and the men opened one of the doors, shoved me inside, and slammed the door behind me.
I was in a large meeting room with a long wooden table lined from end to end with office chairs. At the opposite end of the table was a high-backed chair, facing backwards. It looked like a scene from a movie. No doubt Visser Four was sitting in the chair.
"Hello," a cool female voice said to me. My acute hearing picked up that the voice belonged to someone very close to my age, perhaps a person in their early twenties. "You are Serenity, I presume?"
"I am," I answered cautiously.
"Please, take a seat. I don't want you to be uncomfortable while you are here."
I pulled one of the chairs from the table and sat down in it.
"I watched your little antics at the mall via satellite. You have some very impressive abilities, young human."
I didn't say anything. A screen lit up on one wall and began to play what had happened. I saw myself raging, doing anything that I could to do some damage.
"Look. Look at those fierce claws, those teeth, those muscles. Very impressive. So powerful, yet still with a hint of feminine grace." She laughed. "You remind me of me. Well, my host, to be exact."
"Who are you?"
She spun the chair around and I knew almost instantly who it was. "Why, I am Visser Four."