Chapter five
April
I fell asleep, bound to the wall with a weight around my waist; seemed to me that they were taking advantage of my poor physical strength. John stayed around most of the time, and on the occasion that I took control, (the Yeerk was getting weak,) we talked, although he must have realized that some of the time my Yeerk was talking for me. Shelly was the one most often in morph, ready to rip me in half if my Yeerk tried something. Nikkei was guarding the box, Elfangor was changing the password on the entryway, and Allison, Stephanie, and Jeff were packing, in case we did have to leave.
I drifted back into control. "It's starting…"
"What, what's starting?" John asked, walking closer, then sitting down next to me.
The Yeerk regained control. "Fugue."
"Fugue?"
Me again. "Last few hours… of starvation."
"What? What's happening?"
"Hurts… pain…" Temrash said. "Fought well, she did… April did…"
"April? Are you…" John asked.
"His pain is mine..."
"April?" I heard a new voice.
"It's starting," John said.
Temrash spoke. Maybe… Maybe you were right, April… You might have been right…
All their conversation was fading out as memories began to flow back…
"April will be joining our class today, from Albuquerque, New Mexico.""I was originally from Illinois."
"Ah."
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"Temrash, you are to be given a Hork-Bajir host."
"Thank you, Sub-visserrrr Fourrty-Fourr," Temrash replied in Galard.
"Holy…" I fainted, after seeing a real Andalite, live and in person.
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A body… Not human. Not Hork-Bajir. In the pool? An Andalite? An Animorph?
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Falling into the Yeerk pool… falling, hitting the sludge…
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>That means I'm…>
>A Controller.>
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>Why are you singing 'Wounds?'>
>I don't know, shut up, human!>
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"Controller!" I jerked upward, breathing hard.
"April!" John exclaimed. I looked around, (we were in a tent,) and as I peered through the opening in the tent I could see we were in some woods that weren't recognizable. "Guys, she's awake!"
Shelly peeked into the tent. "April!" She crawled into the tent next to John and me.
"Shelly. Yay," I said.
"Ah, c'mon, I'm not that boring."
John laughed. "Not going there."
"Nor am I, Shell. Wait… didn't you guys say something about Streefland going global? And why are… we here… Where is here?"
"Here would be… actually, I don't know. Somewhere between Minnesota and California."
"What?" I asked.
"Temrash died about fifteen minutes before the Yeerks arrived. We had to run for it; they got into the hideout. We barely got everything important out, food, clothes, money, that sort of thing. Then we decided to go where the action was: California. Or, Shelly decided to go where the action was," John said, Shelly giggling. "The Hork-Bajir wouldn't mind us there, and we could be more help where the Yeerk forces are stronger, so we decided to... commandeer some bug fighters."
"You stole bug fighters?"
"Yeah. Al linked them together so he could pilot them all with only one console, and we had…"
"How many?"
"Well, the Yeerks had the—"
"How. Many."
"Six."
"Six?"
Shelly playfully smacked me. "Yeah, count them. One, two, three—"
"I get it. How long was I out?"
"Two days."
"And why are we here?"
"Eventually the Yeerks figured out which fighter controlled the rest, and dropped it out of the sky. Al morphed cockroach before it blew, and all the fighters fell."
"Ah."
>Al and Allison are fixing them up now, and it may take a few days. Jeff and Nikkei are hacking into the Yeerk mainframe to find out anything new. The Yeerks are opening the first of twelve Streeflands in other countries, and it's in Canada.>
"Canada… of all places, why Canada?" I asked.
"Why would we know that?" Shelly asked.
"I'm going to go help Nikkei and Jeff..." I muttered, moving out of the tent. I ducked back in. "Where are they?"
"Second tent to the left."
"Right."
Review Responces
Janika: Well, it's over now (see bio,) but it may be a week or so. Yeah, he's a dumb Yeerk. Bad Temrash! (whacks him upside the head.)
kuroi samurai: If your punctuation is horrible, I can't read and/or understand said story, so since I can't get anything out of it. Also, William Raspberry said "Good English, carefully written and spoken, can open more doors than a college degree. Bad English can close doors we don't even know about."
Elwing: I dunno. Just works. Thank you. (so what if it's late?)