A/N: I began to feel so incredibly awful with my last chapter that shall now be named "The Accident" that I wrote a new one. And it's long. And good. And a cliffie. *shrugs* Get used to it. As to the new group, they're not second Animorphs, I promise. Bare with me long enough to see what's happening? PLEASE?
Disclaimer: Am currently happy to give the Animorphs to KA as long as they promise not to grow mustaches. *glares accusingly at Shawn*
I was lying on a red leather couch, my hands were folded in my lap and a pillow was behind my head. Take a guess where I was.
That's right. I was getting my head examined by the best, my psychologist. His name was Dr. Popis. He had gray hair, uneven ears and a pointy nose with a booger hanging out. Yes, a booger. Drooping from his nose.
And he was my psychologist.
I didn't want to go. I personally think I'm in my right mind. My mother and father on the other seemed to think that there was something wrong with me and scheduled appointments every Monday with Dr. Popis (I suspect Dr. Marvin had something to do with it).
But since I am a minor, I had to do what my parents said. If only they knew what I had done before. Or didn't do. Now I'm confused.
Ok fine, so maybe I did need therapy. But not from Dr. Popis with the booger dangling from his nose because that's just gross.
"Jake, tell me about the war." Dr. Popis chewed on his pencil a bit and looked up at me, his eyes bulging and his booger slowly pulling away from his nose hairs.
I looked away from his bodily functions and fingered a fraying string from my pants.
"What war?" You see, I'm not an idiot. By now I've figured out that 1.) they don't know about this war or 2.) they're controllers. I prefer to keep my freedom to myself.
Dr. Popis frowned. This was not the answer he wanted to hear. He scooted himself forward and tried to look concerned.
"Jake, I have a paper in my hand from the hospital. Your doctor-Dr. Marvin- assessed your mental stability and to be quite honest with you, he didn't think you were stable enough to be in a social environment. It's my job to figure out why you believe this war existed and to help you get over it.
According to the paper ... you believe that there was an intergalactic war between the Yeerks, Andalites and humans. Why?"
I shrugged. I was stunned. Marvin didn't think I was stable enough to be out in a "social environment"? Well, I had news for Dr. Marvin, he wasn't all that socially stable himself.
"I guess I was just drugged up on all the hospital IV's, messed with my head you know?"
Popis peered at me from beneath the glasses he had just put on.
"I can't work with you, if you can't work with me."
I shrugged again. "I don't know what to say, I know there was no war. I created myself a distorted reality, Dr. Levens confirmed it. It's done, I'm over it, I know it's not real."
Dr. Popis sighed and put down the glasses he had just peered at me from beneath. "We're not going to get anywhere today are we? Ok. You can go, we'll meet again next week."
I tore out of there, ran down the hall and past the secretary that had hit on me and unto the street curb. I checked my watch, my Mom was supposed to pick me up in thirty minutes.
I hadn't meant the things I said in there. There was a war. Had to have been. Everything was so clear- Marco and Rachel and Cassie and Tobias and Ax. That couldn't have been fake....
If it was my whole life ... would be a joke.
I felt tears well up in my eyes. I didn't want them to and tried holding them back but I knew it was impossible. I barely ever cry but no seemed like a good time.
Everyone was forcing something on me- the idea that my whole life was fake was too overwhelming.
I tried to sob quietly but it was impossible, they were too strong. So of course I didn't hear the gorilla come up from behind me until it was too late.
The gorilla grabbed me around the stomach, holding me still while a boy about my age came up to me.
"Hey Jake," He said easily.
"Hey Kyle," I tried to say easily, as easily as I could with a gorilla's arm around me.
"I want to talk."
I nodded. "I thought you might."
I didn't make a noise as the gorilla carried me off.
~*~*~*~*~
"Explain." Kyle said.
"Oh yes, please do." Amy said from the corner of the room.
Amy was the closet thing to Rachel anyone could get. Was she stunningly beautiful? No. In fact, she was kind of plain. But she had an explosive and addictive personality. She was quick, brave and witty. WAY too much like Rachel if you ask me.
"What am I supposed to tell you about?" I asked.
"How'd you know Ax was an andalite? How'd you know about the yeerks? Why haven't you turned us into the visser yet?" That was Kyle.
Kyle I guess was their leader. He was nothing like me. He wanted the responsibility of being leader. He knew what had to be done and he knew exactly how to do it. He stopped fights in the group ( I know this from the unfortunate event of nearly being attacked by Amy). He didn't do it by reasoning peacefully, he just told them to shut up. And they did.
I already made a mental note to try that with Rachel and Marco.
Amy was the only girl, which surprised me. The rest were boys- Daniel, Payton and Tyler. Payton and Tyler were twins, I couldn't tell them apart. They worked this to their advantage.
Both were the athletic type that I guess I had always wanted to be ... before the war. Loud, insulting ... two Marco's really.
Daniel was quiet. Too quiet. I had a suspicion he was analyzing me, which bugged me. Partly because I had just come from one and a half hours of being analyzed.
All in all the group was almost identical to the Animorphs. I don't know if it was intentional or mistaken. Whatever it was, it scared the crap out of me.
"Look, I don't know what you want me to say?" I knew it wasn't going to be good enough. They had me tied to a chair, no way were they going to let me go with that explanation.
True enough, they weren't. Amy smiled and made her way over to me. She squatted in front of my chair and took my hand. Her eyes were extremely weird, they were green but they weren't. I then closed my eyes so I could stop looking at them.
"You know everything don't you?" She asked me. She was honest, sincere. I was nervous. I'm sure she was trying to outsmart me, get an answer from me. "Look," she whispered, "you're scared shitless." I was scared but not shitless. I told her as much, she smiled and shook her head. "Whatever. The point is ... it would be a lot simpler for all of us if you just told us what you know, what you don't know so we can figure out what to do with you?" She reached around to untie my ropes.
I saw Payton or Tyler, whichever one that was, open his mouth in protest. Kyle shot him a look. It was a smart move on both Kyle and Amy's part- her using her feminine charm to gain my trust.
"Look, I don't know what happened to me, ok? All I know is that one day I had won the war against the Yeerks and the next... I woke up here. In this reality."
They all looked at me. Really looked at me. Trying to figure out together if I was telling the truth or not.
So I took a deep breath and asked, "So, do you know the Ellimist."
Yes, Jake, they knew the Ellimist.
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AngelMorph- I know, I know. I'm sorry! I hate Ax. You must know this by now? And I'll get to explaining about Ax. Just wait.
lotrfreek- Is it getting clearer? I swear, you people have no fair in me!
Dslguy14- Thanks. And WHAT'S WRONG WITH A MUSTACHE? It's SHAWN! ASHMORE! The boy who I fell in love with for his boyishly good looking face. That boyishly good looking face is scarred forever by the freaking mustache. *burst into tears*
Disclaimer: Am currently happy to give the Animorphs to KA as long as they promise not to grow mustaches. *glares accusingly at Shawn*
I was lying on a red leather couch, my hands were folded in my lap and a pillow was behind my head. Take a guess where I was.
That's right. I was getting my head examined by the best, my psychologist. His name was Dr. Popis. He had gray hair, uneven ears and a pointy nose with a booger hanging out. Yes, a booger. Drooping from his nose.
And he was my psychologist.
I didn't want to go. I personally think I'm in my right mind. My mother and father on the other seemed to think that there was something wrong with me and scheduled appointments every Monday with Dr. Popis (I suspect Dr. Marvin had something to do with it).
But since I am a minor, I had to do what my parents said. If only they knew what I had done before. Or didn't do. Now I'm confused.
Ok fine, so maybe I did need therapy. But not from Dr. Popis with the booger dangling from his nose because that's just gross.
"Jake, tell me about the war." Dr. Popis chewed on his pencil a bit and looked up at me, his eyes bulging and his booger slowly pulling away from his nose hairs.
I looked away from his bodily functions and fingered a fraying string from my pants.
"What war?" You see, I'm not an idiot. By now I've figured out that 1.) they don't know about this war or 2.) they're controllers. I prefer to keep my freedom to myself.
Dr. Popis frowned. This was not the answer he wanted to hear. He scooted himself forward and tried to look concerned.
"Jake, I have a paper in my hand from the hospital. Your doctor-Dr. Marvin- assessed your mental stability and to be quite honest with you, he didn't think you were stable enough to be in a social environment. It's my job to figure out why you believe this war existed and to help you get over it.
According to the paper ... you believe that there was an intergalactic war between the Yeerks, Andalites and humans. Why?"
I shrugged. I was stunned. Marvin didn't think I was stable enough to be out in a "social environment"? Well, I had news for Dr. Marvin, he wasn't all that socially stable himself.
"I guess I was just drugged up on all the hospital IV's, messed with my head you know?"
Popis peered at me from beneath the glasses he had just put on.
"I can't work with you, if you can't work with me."
I shrugged again. "I don't know what to say, I know there was no war. I created myself a distorted reality, Dr. Levens confirmed it. It's done, I'm over it, I know it's not real."
Dr. Popis sighed and put down the glasses he had just peered at me from beneath. "We're not going to get anywhere today are we? Ok. You can go, we'll meet again next week."
I tore out of there, ran down the hall and past the secretary that had hit on me and unto the street curb. I checked my watch, my Mom was supposed to pick me up in thirty minutes.
I hadn't meant the things I said in there. There was a war. Had to have been. Everything was so clear- Marco and Rachel and Cassie and Tobias and Ax. That couldn't have been fake....
If it was my whole life ... would be a joke.
I felt tears well up in my eyes. I didn't want them to and tried holding them back but I knew it was impossible. I barely ever cry but no seemed like a good time.
Everyone was forcing something on me- the idea that my whole life was fake was too overwhelming.
I tried to sob quietly but it was impossible, they were too strong. So of course I didn't hear the gorilla come up from behind me until it was too late.
The gorilla grabbed me around the stomach, holding me still while a boy about my age came up to me.
"Hey Jake," He said easily.
"Hey Kyle," I tried to say easily, as easily as I could with a gorilla's arm around me.
"I want to talk."
I nodded. "I thought you might."
I didn't make a noise as the gorilla carried me off.
~*~*~*~*~
"Explain." Kyle said.
"Oh yes, please do." Amy said from the corner of the room.
Amy was the closet thing to Rachel anyone could get. Was she stunningly beautiful? No. In fact, she was kind of plain. But she had an explosive and addictive personality. She was quick, brave and witty. WAY too much like Rachel if you ask me.
"What am I supposed to tell you about?" I asked.
"How'd you know Ax was an andalite? How'd you know about the yeerks? Why haven't you turned us into the visser yet?" That was Kyle.
Kyle I guess was their leader. He was nothing like me. He wanted the responsibility of being leader. He knew what had to be done and he knew exactly how to do it. He stopped fights in the group ( I know this from the unfortunate event of nearly being attacked by Amy). He didn't do it by reasoning peacefully, he just told them to shut up. And they did.
I already made a mental note to try that with Rachel and Marco.
Amy was the only girl, which surprised me. The rest were boys- Daniel, Payton and Tyler. Payton and Tyler were twins, I couldn't tell them apart. They worked this to their advantage.
Both were the athletic type that I guess I had always wanted to be ... before the war. Loud, insulting ... two Marco's really.
Daniel was quiet. Too quiet. I had a suspicion he was analyzing me, which bugged me. Partly because I had just come from one and a half hours of being analyzed.
All in all the group was almost identical to the Animorphs. I don't know if it was intentional or mistaken. Whatever it was, it scared the crap out of me.
"Look, I don't know what you want me to say?" I knew it wasn't going to be good enough. They had me tied to a chair, no way were they going to let me go with that explanation.
True enough, they weren't. Amy smiled and made her way over to me. She squatted in front of my chair and took my hand. Her eyes were extremely weird, they were green but they weren't. I then closed my eyes so I could stop looking at them.
"You know everything don't you?" She asked me. She was honest, sincere. I was nervous. I'm sure she was trying to outsmart me, get an answer from me. "Look," she whispered, "you're scared shitless." I was scared but not shitless. I told her as much, she smiled and shook her head. "Whatever. The point is ... it would be a lot simpler for all of us if you just told us what you know, what you don't know so we can figure out what to do with you?" She reached around to untie my ropes.
I saw Payton or Tyler, whichever one that was, open his mouth in protest. Kyle shot him a look. It was a smart move on both Kyle and Amy's part- her using her feminine charm to gain my trust.
"Look, I don't know what happened to me, ok? All I know is that one day I had won the war against the Yeerks and the next... I woke up here. In this reality."
They all looked at me. Really looked at me. Trying to figure out together if I was telling the truth or not.
So I took a deep breath and asked, "So, do you know the Ellimist."
Yes, Jake, they knew the Ellimist.
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AngelMorph- I know, I know. I'm sorry! I hate Ax. You must know this by now? And I'll get to explaining about Ax. Just wait.
lotrfreek- Is it getting clearer? I swear, you people have no fair in me!
Dslguy14- Thanks. And WHAT'S WRONG WITH A MUSTACHE? It's SHAWN! ASHMORE! The boy who I fell in love with for his boyishly good looking face. That boyishly good looking face is scarred forever by the freaking mustache. *burst into tears*