Hey, I decided to start all over on this story. It's a good thing too, because I've made "Ultra Being" to be more original and complex than I have thought of before. You can go on ahead and read the discontinued and older version. It's blah in contrast to this one. Enjoy.

ANIMORPHS

The Superb

Chapter 1

My name is Jake. Just Jake. I could tell you my last name and where I live, but I can't. Not when I know when the enemy's everywhere. Alien invaders. Yeerks. I'm not surprised if you think, What? Aliens? This guy's crazy. It's normal. Believe what I say anyway, because everything I can tell you is true.

I can't tell you the whole names of those who I care about. Yeerks are little parasitic slugs. They live inside the heads of organisms, taking total control over the mind and body. Total control. I know, because I was a Controller once, for three days. …I don't think I could ever forget about it. Especially when I know when my older brother, Tom, is one of them. That's what we call a human who is overpowered by a Yeerk. You heard me right. They're invading Earth. They've ruled over other races of the galaxy, like the Hork-Bajir, Taxxons (though not involuntarily), Gedds, maybe more than I could count. But I'm mostly concerned about our planet, Earth. A Human-Controller could be anyone. Your teacher, the local police, your best friend, your parents, even one of your siblings, like how my brother is one of them. The Yeerks are everywhere. My town, your town, everywhere.

My story begins at home. It was summer. School was out. It was late at night and I was on the computer. I logged onto the internet. My family has DSL now, for dialup was such a pain. Anyway, I was checking my email first, like I normally do once I'm logged in. No, I can't tell you my email address, because some Controllers could be computer nerds. Not that I was one. My best friend, Marco, knows more about computers than I do.

I see I had a bunch of new mail, junk mostly. And chain letter things I usually don't participate in. Win a free laptop! No, sorry. I got a computer and I don't need another one. I blocked the sender. Junk, Junk, a forward I didn't care about, Junk… There was one that didn't look like spam or junk mail. It had my name in the subject. "Jake," it just read. I didn't recognize the sender though. Who knows? The email could be among many Marco has. He likes to prank me through the internet sometimes. I clicked on it anyway.

This is Jake, head of the Animorphs, right?

I nearly leaned too far back in my chair once I read that sentence. Marco wouldn't go that far into pranking me. It's usually more tongue and cheek when it comes to that. I kept reading, dreading that we were so dead. A Controller has found out about who I am, somehow. That's how I felt before going back to the following…

I'm Laura. Like you, it's hard to live a normal, human life. You know the Ellimist, I'm sure, because he couldn't have when he told me about you guys. A little late in the game, I know. I wish he could've told me sooner. But let me tell you, he says I wasn't ready back then. Ready to help you protect this planet of ours, when I mostly live just out of orbit from it.

Ellimist hasn't told me everything, but just some brief things. About the roles each of you have, and the Andalites. And how you can morph. I can do that, and many other things.

Gather the others together in Cassie's barn, tomorrow morning. I'll meet you there. We can all discuss more about it in person. Even though I'm not real worried, I can't reveal too much on the net. Anyway, see ya tomorrow. I'll be looking forward to it.

For a few moments, I just sat there in disbelief. I stared at the monitor. Ellimist. What would he be doing with a human? Did he give her the power to morph? He usually doesn't interfere like that. The Ellimist is not from Earth, but he likes to pretend to help a little bit and try to conserve our planet among others. No one knows very much about him. It didn't make sense. But if she says she's coming… A part of me was silently arguing, but what if it's a trap? Do the Yeerks know about Ellimist? …I don't know. I didn't think so.

As I was just…bewildered and stunned of all of this, letters slowly formed into words on the monitor. And the email's already been sent!

Trust me, the Yeerks know nothing about Ellimist, or myself.

This was impossible, and incredibly weird. It was like the person…or thing…that sent the email had been reading my thoughts. I've seen plenty of weird and bizarre things, but nothing like this. The words kept appearing. Was it this Laura person, typing? It had to be, because I was sure I didn't mention online about…

While I'm online, I guess I should predict what time I'd be over… How about 9 or 9:30 AM, tomorrow morning? Yeah, sounds reasonable. Well, I should go to bed then. You should get some sleep too, Jake. It's gonna be a big day for all of you.

Then, the message ended, just like that. Right then, I wanted to call Marco, Rachel, or Cassie and tell them what just happened. I checked the clock. It was indeed late, a little past 11:30. My friends would most likely be asleep by now. So, I decided I'd notify the group early, tomorrow morning. Before nine. An hour or half hour early would be best. We had to be prepared and ready if Laura or whoever this person was, tried to attack us or turn us in.