A/N: Hey guys,,,,what can I say? Excuses, excuses. But at least I'm back!
For awhile, at least! Anyway, please R/R, with any constructive criticism,
I'm looking back at the last chapter and going "Bleh",,,,I might have to re-
do that one, it sounds a bit too dramatic, what do you think? Anyway, here
you go!
The Andalite Chronicles: In Loren's POV
Chapter 12
My mind gradually came into consciousness.
//Good, I can finally move this fine body of yours.//
What?! My eyes were open and I tried to stand up, but I couldn't!
//What's a matter, human? Can't seem to move?//
I tried to speak but my mouth wouldn't move either! //Who ARE you and what's wrong with my body?!//
I renewed my efforts to move but nothing would move, not even my eyes.
"Is she awake yet?" Chapman!
I felt my own mouth move without my intent and speak words. "Yes, this body has regained consciousness."
My own mouth! I tried to scream but it was no use.
//Nice try, human. My name is Erass Two-Four-Nine and you're never going to escape me, no matter how hard you try.//
"Well, let's get on with it," said Chapman impatiently, but no, it wasn't Chapman was it? Oh Lord!
//God? You humans have a God?//
//I WANT MY BODY BACK!//
My mouth laughed. "Sorry, Loren, you're never going to "get" your body back. The Yeerks are in control now, though you put up quite a display out there in the Yeerk pool."
"Erass! We have work to do. If you can't follow along then you may find yourself at the short end of a Kandrona ray."
"Yes, sub-visser." It was unbelievable. My body stood up to walk and I was powerless! I'd been hurt before playing softball; even had a broken wrist, but never had I felt such complete helplessness. I couldn't even move my freakin' eyes!
//Yes, there you have it, Loren. You'll never move your eyes or these excellent arms of yours. You are mine. And later we'll have control over the rest of your people and make the Yeerk Empire better than the Andalites and we'll soon rule the galaxy-//
//Shut the hell up! Get OUT of my body!// I struggled, mind against mind, but it was like trying to move a cement wall! After awhile, I stopped, mind exhausted. It seemed impossible to resist.
//Impossible? Yes, and also more like futile to resist. You'll never win, human.//
Was he thinking my thoughts? I couldn't bear it!
//Yes, I can see everything about you, play any memory in your head. I know everything that you know.//
As if to try to prove it to me, he "played" a clip in my head. It was at my first tee ball game. Oh God. This was when . . . RRRRIIIIPPPP! I watched as I remembered the horrible embarrassment as I bent over and my pants ripped in two! Everyone laughing at me!
//Heh, nice memory, human. Any more?//
The torment! This guy could play any memory in my head; my most embarrassing moments in life, my most intimate memories over and over . . . though that was nothing next to the thought of never having control of my body again.
It was worse than being a slave . . . at least slaves could work on their own accord and think their own private thoughts without anyone barging into their thoughts.
"Erass! From my human host, I have learned much about these creatures' home planets and I wish to validate it before sending my report."
"Yes, sub-visser. From what this host knows, there are literally billions of these humans on their home planet. They are very diverse and divided in that they have over a hundred of what they call "countries." These "countries" are separate places that govern their own people. The host that I have comes from one of the more prominent countries."
"Yes, yes. Go on."
"She has an aware mind and is to be considered intelligent, though nowhere near our own Yeerks' intellect. These arms that she has are very strong which make up for the other general weaknesses and has very good balance considering that these humans are without any type of tail or extra legs."
"We will use these creatures as our class-five hosts and I will be promoted to full-visser!"
A wave of loathing swept through my system, but it wasn't me who was doing it. The Yeerk?
//He is an arrogant fool who only cares about rising through the system. Never mind that I've helped him countless times to cover up his blunders.//
//No, I don't much fancy him . . . Or you, you filthy thing!// This time a wave of loathing came through my body, but on my own accord. So I could still have my own feelings?
//Yes; that is the one thing you have left in your now pathetic life, human. Your thoughts and feelings, but they won't get you anywhere.//
Wrong! You're wrong! You're only nothing and pathetic if you don't have your feelings and thoughts . . . even if you have control over your body. There's nothing to live for without your aspirations and hopes.
//And what's your hope, human? That you'll be free someday? Your Andalite friend-//
But he stopped and opened my mouth to speak again. "Sub-visser! What of the Andalite situation?"
Chapman's face became amused. "We know the "real" reason why these Andalites came here for reasons that I cannot discuss so publicly. The revelation alone, I promise you, will be enough to ensure my advancement to the lower half of the visser hierarchy."
Does this guy ever shut up about his advancement?
//Never.//
I wasn't talking to you!
//Too bad.//
"Sub-visser, there is one more new piece of news that may interest you about the Andalites. The one called Elfangor that escaped has said to this human that he will rescue her and she believes him. They have formed a strong relationship together."
"An Andalite and a human?" said the sub-visser incredulously. He stopped for a moment, apparently searching through Chapman's memories. "Yes, my host has also concluded that. Well, well. We may be able to kill two birds with one stone."
What was he talking about? Elfangor and me? No way! I didn't have romantic feelings for him! He was nice and all, but he was an alien!
//I know, that's what makes it so interesting human. Imagining . . .//
Shut up! I'm tired of listening to you!
//Sorry, can't do that, now wait a second, I take that back, I'm NOT sorry for doing that. It's quite enjoyable.//
ARGH! Wait a second, he couldn't turn me off then either, right? Well then.
//This is the song that never ends; yes it goes on and on my friends. Some people started singing it not knowing what it was, and they'll sing it forever and ever and ever just because! This is the song that never ends . . .//
After a few renditions, I started to wear on the Yeerk.
//SHUT UP THAT DAMN NOISE!//
//Hey! My voice isn't terrible! Oh wait, you took control of it, didn't you, you slimy shithole. Hmm. THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS . . .//
After awhile it got boring even for me. But that's what I was, bored. I suppose I should have felt terrified because of my current situation and for my fellow humans back on Earth but another part of my mind shut it down for awhile. I had been so emotionally drained for the past few hours, even days.
The last time this happened, it was right before final exams. I had been studying very late each night until one morning I walked into class and was so "off-the-wall-bouncing" that my teacher was convinced I was on drugs. I guess it was kind of a defense-mechanism that was enacted when my brain finally told my body, "Enough! No more grueling knowledge!"
It was particularly fun singing the song over and over, making it hard for Erass to concentrate on the sub-visser who was making plans but my brain's phase of non-troublesome thoughts vanished after awhile.
I forced myself to think of something, anything that I could do that would help me escape but realized ironically that Erass could "hear" every thought that I had, making it impossible to surprise him.
I decided to wait and watch (as the two things I could physically do) to see what would happen.
"Now our plans are all set, Erass," the sub-visser was saying.
"Shall we go now then?" my mouth answered.
"Yes, let's go."
Our bodies walked out of the "meeting place" where all of the discussions had taken place. The sub-visser had found out about a Taxxon rebellion that would be held soon and hoped that Elfangor would come back to the Jahar, finding us and believing us to be free.
Would Elfangor be fool enough to not realize that the Yeerks had infested us? I hoped not. Elfangor was my only hope at this point; I couldn't live much longer like this. I wasn't the kind of person to be locked up, especially within the confines of my own mind.
"Give me liberty or give me death!" Patrick Henry said once. If I knew that my life was going to be like this forever, I would gladly take death in lieu of my life.
We got to the Jahar and waited, standing in the open hatch.
Then, Taxxons everywhere! They came out of a huge hole in the ground and poured out onto the ground! I heard shrieks of surprise and cries of pain as the Hork-Bajir slashed them apart and the Taxxons eating each other!
It was worse than anything I had ever seen. Pure cannibalism, that's what these creatures were! How could they do such a thing?!
On and on this went until a BANG! came out of the hole. Edrass moved my eyes to see what it was . . . A car! With . . . Elfangor!
The Andalite Chronicles: In Loren's POV
Chapter 12
My mind gradually came into consciousness.
//Good, I can finally move this fine body of yours.//
What?! My eyes were open and I tried to stand up, but I couldn't!
//What's a matter, human? Can't seem to move?//
I tried to speak but my mouth wouldn't move either! //Who ARE you and what's wrong with my body?!//
I renewed my efforts to move but nothing would move, not even my eyes.
"Is she awake yet?" Chapman!
I felt my own mouth move without my intent and speak words. "Yes, this body has regained consciousness."
My own mouth! I tried to scream but it was no use.
//Nice try, human. My name is Erass Two-Four-Nine and you're never going to escape me, no matter how hard you try.//
"Well, let's get on with it," said Chapman impatiently, but no, it wasn't Chapman was it? Oh Lord!
//God? You humans have a God?//
//I WANT MY BODY BACK!//
My mouth laughed. "Sorry, Loren, you're never going to "get" your body back. The Yeerks are in control now, though you put up quite a display out there in the Yeerk pool."
"Erass! We have work to do. If you can't follow along then you may find yourself at the short end of a Kandrona ray."
"Yes, sub-visser." It was unbelievable. My body stood up to walk and I was powerless! I'd been hurt before playing softball; even had a broken wrist, but never had I felt such complete helplessness. I couldn't even move my freakin' eyes!
//Yes, there you have it, Loren. You'll never move your eyes or these excellent arms of yours. You are mine. And later we'll have control over the rest of your people and make the Yeerk Empire better than the Andalites and we'll soon rule the galaxy-//
//Shut the hell up! Get OUT of my body!// I struggled, mind against mind, but it was like trying to move a cement wall! After awhile, I stopped, mind exhausted. It seemed impossible to resist.
//Impossible? Yes, and also more like futile to resist. You'll never win, human.//
Was he thinking my thoughts? I couldn't bear it!
//Yes, I can see everything about you, play any memory in your head. I know everything that you know.//
As if to try to prove it to me, he "played" a clip in my head. It was at my first tee ball game. Oh God. This was when . . . RRRRIIIIPPPP! I watched as I remembered the horrible embarrassment as I bent over and my pants ripped in two! Everyone laughing at me!
//Heh, nice memory, human. Any more?//
The torment! This guy could play any memory in my head; my most embarrassing moments in life, my most intimate memories over and over . . . though that was nothing next to the thought of never having control of my body again.
It was worse than being a slave . . . at least slaves could work on their own accord and think their own private thoughts without anyone barging into their thoughts.
"Erass! From my human host, I have learned much about these creatures' home planets and I wish to validate it before sending my report."
"Yes, sub-visser. From what this host knows, there are literally billions of these humans on their home planet. They are very diverse and divided in that they have over a hundred of what they call "countries." These "countries" are separate places that govern their own people. The host that I have comes from one of the more prominent countries."
"Yes, yes. Go on."
"She has an aware mind and is to be considered intelligent, though nowhere near our own Yeerks' intellect. These arms that she has are very strong which make up for the other general weaknesses and has very good balance considering that these humans are without any type of tail or extra legs."
"We will use these creatures as our class-five hosts and I will be promoted to full-visser!"
A wave of loathing swept through my system, but it wasn't me who was doing it. The Yeerk?
//He is an arrogant fool who only cares about rising through the system. Never mind that I've helped him countless times to cover up his blunders.//
//No, I don't much fancy him . . . Or you, you filthy thing!// This time a wave of loathing came through my body, but on my own accord. So I could still have my own feelings?
//Yes; that is the one thing you have left in your now pathetic life, human. Your thoughts and feelings, but they won't get you anywhere.//
Wrong! You're wrong! You're only nothing and pathetic if you don't have your feelings and thoughts . . . even if you have control over your body. There's nothing to live for without your aspirations and hopes.
//And what's your hope, human? That you'll be free someday? Your Andalite friend-//
But he stopped and opened my mouth to speak again. "Sub-visser! What of the Andalite situation?"
Chapman's face became amused. "We know the "real" reason why these Andalites came here for reasons that I cannot discuss so publicly. The revelation alone, I promise you, will be enough to ensure my advancement to the lower half of the visser hierarchy."
Does this guy ever shut up about his advancement?
//Never.//
I wasn't talking to you!
//Too bad.//
"Sub-visser, there is one more new piece of news that may interest you about the Andalites. The one called Elfangor that escaped has said to this human that he will rescue her and she believes him. They have formed a strong relationship together."
"An Andalite and a human?" said the sub-visser incredulously. He stopped for a moment, apparently searching through Chapman's memories. "Yes, my host has also concluded that. Well, well. We may be able to kill two birds with one stone."
What was he talking about? Elfangor and me? No way! I didn't have romantic feelings for him! He was nice and all, but he was an alien!
//I know, that's what makes it so interesting human. Imagining . . .//
Shut up! I'm tired of listening to you!
//Sorry, can't do that, now wait a second, I take that back, I'm NOT sorry for doing that. It's quite enjoyable.//
ARGH! Wait a second, he couldn't turn me off then either, right? Well then.
//This is the song that never ends; yes it goes on and on my friends. Some people started singing it not knowing what it was, and they'll sing it forever and ever and ever just because! This is the song that never ends . . .//
After a few renditions, I started to wear on the Yeerk.
//SHUT UP THAT DAMN NOISE!//
//Hey! My voice isn't terrible! Oh wait, you took control of it, didn't you, you slimy shithole. Hmm. THIS IS THE SONG THAT NEVER ENDS . . .//
After awhile it got boring even for me. But that's what I was, bored. I suppose I should have felt terrified because of my current situation and for my fellow humans back on Earth but another part of my mind shut it down for awhile. I had been so emotionally drained for the past few hours, even days.
The last time this happened, it was right before final exams. I had been studying very late each night until one morning I walked into class and was so "off-the-wall-bouncing" that my teacher was convinced I was on drugs. I guess it was kind of a defense-mechanism that was enacted when my brain finally told my body, "Enough! No more grueling knowledge!"
It was particularly fun singing the song over and over, making it hard for Erass to concentrate on the sub-visser who was making plans but my brain's phase of non-troublesome thoughts vanished after awhile.
I forced myself to think of something, anything that I could do that would help me escape but realized ironically that Erass could "hear" every thought that I had, making it impossible to surprise him.
I decided to wait and watch (as the two things I could physically do) to see what would happen.
"Now our plans are all set, Erass," the sub-visser was saying.
"Shall we go now then?" my mouth answered.
"Yes, let's go."
Our bodies walked out of the "meeting place" where all of the discussions had taken place. The sub-visser had found out about a Taxxon rebellion that would be held soon and hoped that Elfangor would come back to the Jahar, finding us and believing us to be free.
Would Elfangor be fool enough to not realize that the Yeerks had infested us? I hoped not. Elfangor was my only hope at this point; I couldn't live much longer like this. I wasn't the kind of person to be locked up, especially within the confines of my own mind.
"Give me liberty or give me death!" Patrick Henry said once. If I knew that my life was going to be like this forever, I would gladly take death in lieu of my life.
We got to the Jahar and waited, standing in the open hatch.
Then, Taxxons everywhere! They came out of a huge hole in the ground and poured out onto the ground! I heard shrieks of surprise and cries of pain as the Hork-Bajir slashed them apart and the Taxxons eating each other!
It was worse than anything I had ever seen. Pure cannibalism, that's what these creatures were! How could they do such a thing?!
On and on this went until a BANG! came out of the hole. Edrass moved my eyes to see what it was . . . A car! With . . . Elfangor!