Disclamer: I don't own Animorphs. If I did I would make a swimsuit issue.

Note: Yet again, (( )) will be used as thought speak because my computer hates me.

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bb47- well your just gonna have to find out. (laughs maniaclly)

traycon3- yeah, I noticed that. I just figure that Ax views speaking as a sort of game, regardless of how you communicate. maybe he's just immature like that. lol.

lilmaniac- I had spelling mistakes? Oohpsies then. Anyway, thanks again for reviewing n' stuff. hopefully this next chapter will spark your interests more.

Okay, time for Chapter Seven!

I woke up earlier than usual. I walked out of bed half asleep, still wearing my clothes from the night before. Oh well, everything else is dirty anyway.

I ran out of the house, a donought in hand. I didn't need my backpack anymore, our finals were over (thank god). I caught my bus just as it was about to leave and hopped on. The bus driver was this crazy guy everyone tried to ignore. Sometimes I felt bad for him. Now wasn't one of those times.

"Well tell the school then!" I shouted as I made my way to the back of the bus and daydreamed about morphing a T-Rex and ripping the bus apart. Oh yeah, I'm bad.

The day went fairly normal most of the morning. It went horribly wrong around the time that I arrived at school.

"Whats up man?" said George, my best friend and sort-of sidekick.

"Nothing much. I had to go to a barbecue with my dad. Again."

"So? I'd kill to go to a barbecue. How'd it go anyway? Why did he have to ask so many god damn questions all the time?

"Don't ask. Anyway, you wanna come my house later?" I asked. Hey, I need some personal time right? Right.

"No, I've got a Sharing meeting to go to tonight." he responded. I nearly died right there. Jake and the others explained to me that the Sharing was a front organization for the yeerks. Every 'full time' member was a controller. This was bad news.

Trying to keep my composure, I asked him politely when he joined.

"Over the weekend, why? You wanna join? It's really cool, plus Meghans a member too." Meghan, by the way, is my ultra mega-crush. This was seriously messed up. I just woke up and all my friends are in jeopardy of becoming Controllers! Crap!

"Umm, I gotta go." I said as I ran in the complete opposite direction. This wasn't happening.

I met up with Marco soon afterwards. I needed help, and I needed it bad.

"Whats wrong? You seem, I dunno, different today." he said.

"Marco, have you ever had the feeling that fate just kicked you square in the balls?" I asked him.

"Actually, every other day, come to think of it." I would have laughed, but this was so not the time. "Why?"

"I just found out George and Meghan joined the Sharing recently." I started, "What the hell do I do now!"

"Chill man, if they just joined, then they're most likely not controllers. Yet. I'll call Jake and tell him to tell tobias (they're always hanging around with each other) okay? Tobias and Ax will watch them for three days to make sure they're not infested." he explained.

"Thanks man. I owe you one." And with that, I tried to clear my head and get to class.

Soon things would get bad on a whole different level. Around my third period, Chapman (a.k.a. Mr. I have a brain slug living in my skull) headed me off.

"So, where do you think your going, young man?"

"Class" I said simply.

"You didn't show up at the meeting last night. You promised me."

"Umm, I had a lot of things to do last night, and I really didn't have the time."

"Well, that's good, because I took the liberty of contacting your father, and he was delighted that you wanted to go. I will be escorting you and several other boys from your floor to the meeting. Just ask any of the boys that already went." Or ask thier yeerk is more like it, you sadistic alien scumbag. Great, I learn about this no more than a day after I find out Earth is being invaded. Freakin wonderful.

The rest of the day I was sick to my stomach. Chapman screwed me over now. If I didn't go, he would suspect something, and if I did they would infest me. And that was not happening.

Before Chapman could take me away, I managed to have a word with Jake.

"Jake! Crap...Chapman...me...sharing...infested...I don't wanna alien living in my head dammit!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Chapmans making me go to the sharing. They're planning to infest us by nightfall."

"This is bad."

"You think!"

"We'll crash the party, don't you worry about that."

Chapman ushered away Jake and led me into a SUV with three other boys, two of which were from my class, and a middle aged woman that was probably a controller. I'm pretty sure I was staring at the back of her head, wondering what it looks like when the yeerk is in the host. It just sort of happens when your bored I guess.

When we arrived, Chapman led us into the facility through a hidden back door. I was guessing the other three were just out of it because thet seemed unenthusiastic about it all. I knew what would come next, and if need be, I would morph Jaguar and kill off the entire ontourage on controllers. If need be, of course.

After locking the doors behind him, he said to go into the mens room before the presentation began. This was it then. I ran into the bathroom and locked myself into a stall. That stupid slug thinks it can infest me? This is gonna be sweet. Oh yeah, I'm bad like that.

I morphed Jaguar as fast as I could and exploded out of the bathroom, just in time to see Chapman leading two Hork-Bajir carrying a portable Kandrona towards the bathroom. The Jaguars instincts tried to arrise but this time I was ready. Before charging them, I yelled out to Jake in Thought-Speak. ((Jake, I think I need backup))

They didn't know what hit them. Or at least not the first Hork-Bajir, as I charged it, ripping a gash in it's neck leaving alien-like blood gushing all over the place. With only one Hork-Bajir to support it, the portable pool fell to the floor, covering it with greyish liquid and at least six yeerks. Before charging the second Hork-Bajir, I stepped on the yeerks, taking vengeful pleasure in hearing them squish and die.

"Kill the gafrash Andalite!"

Chapman drew a dracon beam and phoned in backup while I tore away at what was left of the second Hork-Bajir. Where the hell was Jake and the others? I guess I was alone on this one.

Within an instant, a small army of Hork-Bajir, Taxxons, and Human-Controllers rushed into the hallway. There was no way I could take them all.

I ran into the bathroom and barricaded the door to buy me some time to demorph (the other boys left to the bancquet already). I demorphed and remorphed into andalite. Picking up a discarded Dracon, I burned a hole through the makeshift barricade and fired frantically at anything that moved.

It all happened so fast that I hardly remember anything at all. I picked up a second handheld, vaporizing Hork-Bajir and other Human-controllers. Taxxons frantically devoured their downed comrades and I took cover under a pile of debris. I hacked off arms, legs, heads and torsoes without my slightest descretion. The andalite tale seemed to have a mind of it's own as it tore through flesh and bone in an attempt to aid the body that housed it.

At the end, my stalk eyes were burned off and I was short one arm. My tail had deep gashes running along it, and I would've died of blood loss if I hadn't demorphed in the middle of the confusion and dracon blasts. I soon remorphed and relized my dracons were out of ammo. I re-entered the fray only to find that the other animorphs had finally taken charge. Could I have done more damage on my own? Fat chance.

We made our exit via stampede out the back. We did some major damage. I was lucky, and if the sircumstances were slightly different, I would've been dead by now. Or worse. You know what I mean.

I owe my friends my life, but that didn't stop the following day to turn out even worse.

Thanks to all who reviewed, and don't forget to review for this chapter either. thanks.

Ciao.