Chapter 9: Quite an Imagination the Writer Has
Rachel
I sat there, taken back. This girl knew all about us, no doubt. She indeed must have read all the books about us. And now, I was confused. Everyone was. "Oh, I almost forgot, she has quite unique abilities. At the age of twelve, the Ellimist had given Laura some of his power so that she could survive on her own, but she was given this one strict rule: she can't do too much to help out Earth. Such as annihilating the entire Yeerk population on Earth in a snap. It would be against the rules, and Crayak would know about it. See, Crayak wants Laura on his side." "Ohhh," I said, getting it. I understood. "I can see why I would be mad." -(I'd be mad about it too, if Laura does have the capability to do such a thing,)- said Tobias in thought speech. Whenever Jake, Marco, Cassie, and I are in morph, we can do thought speak. Tobias and Ax can do it twenty-four-seven.
"I know, which is why you weren't 'thrilled' about Laura joining in at first," Marianne provided. I was impressed. For her to weave her writer's wand, I got the feeling that she would write out some good stories. "Tobias, you and Laura get into a harsh discussion, in the air. Jake, you're in the air with them, for Tobias's support," Marianne said. Jake nodded, considering. -(Really?)- Tobias said, surprised.
Truly, this was beyond weird. I mean, Marianne was telling us about our new future in this Yeerk war! And we're sitting around, not freaked out much, but curious and interested. Whatever, just as long as I don't end up dead, like I read about in the last book about us. Jake obviously doesn't want the end of the war to be like that either. Who wouldn't?
"Yeah, you're wondering why Laura can't help you out. Since you wanted to be human again in book thirteen…" Marianne explained to Tobias. "She can only do little stuff without no one noticing much. Especially Crayak. And if she does do too much, other galaxies could fall out of balance. Important rules will be broken, and Laura would have the powers taken away, never to visit in and out of Earth again." "You're good," I said, still impressed. "I think I trust you. You've got us down pretty good, and everything you're telling us seems to make sense. And the possible twists!" "Yeah, and it's all complicated at the same time," Marco moaned.
Marco's just a big baby at times. He complains the whole time whenever we're on missions. Sometimes he really grinds my nerves.
"I mean, why can't you just put down: And so Laura helped the Animorphs by making Crayak and all the baddies disappear into oblivion. And they all lived happily ever after. The end?" Marco, of course. Marianne laughed. We all laughed, thinking it was kind of funny. "It wouldn't be as good," our writer replied. "It would suck and be very, very short." "And to the point," Marco piped up. "Marco? Shut up," I said. Beeeeep! Cool. My lunch was ready. I went up to go get it, and came right back. "Dibs," Marco said, while I prepared the next burrito. Cassie shrugged and smiled, not bothered by that. "Go on ahead Marco. I can wait just a little longer."
"Well, in reality, nothing's that easy. Especially when it comes to your lives," Marianne said. "So I can't whip up anything like that. Sorry… Hm, I could do it as a parody maybe, and write 'Marco's version of The Superb' or I could let you write it, but I doubt that'll actually happen." She laughed. "I'm sure Marco would love that," Jake said. "You'd actually let me write something like that?" Marco asked, his eyes glowing with excitement. We all laughed, including Marco. "Sure, if you want," Marianne said in mid-laugh. "I could even put it on fanfiction-dot-net too. Among my other stories." She shook her head in amusement, possibly glad about that possibility. "And I'd print my story out too once I'm done, and take it with me back home as a souvenir," Marco said cooly, relaxing his chair, hands behind his head.
I took the first bite of the burrito. "Mmmm…pretty good," I said, and continued eating.
"Then, if our memories are erased of all this, will Marco even remember writing it?" Jake wondered. "Or even, will the Ellimist let Marco keep his little story?" That made us all think about that for a moment. Marianne shrugged. "I dunno," she said. "Might as well wait and see."
Ax the whole time, was stuffing his face, but at the same time he was paying attention. There was cheese and sauce all over his face though. It made some of us laugh. I handed Ax a paper towel. As he swallowed the last of the third burrito, he tried to eat the paper towel too! "No, you're supposed to wipe your face with that," Jake told him.
Soon, Cassie got her lunch and we ate, as we listened to Marianne's future ideas. "I was thinking sometime in a future story, Laura could get sick. Really sick." "Oh, you're an evil writer, aren't you?" I smirked. "At times, I can be," Marianne said, smirking back. "Say, after lunch, I'll show you some of the stuff I wrote." "Sounds good," Jake said, nodding. "That way we have an idea on how you write." -(Who's narrating the story though? Usually it begins as 'My name is Jake', or 'My name is Cassie' or whoever. And then 'I can't tell you my last name'.)- "Jake is narrating, Tobias," Marianne said. "You'll see, once we're done with lunch and stuff."