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Authors Note: Well, I have to say that although a few of you came close, no one really knows what is gonna happen next, which is fine by me, cause I don't need anybody spoiling it for everyone else. Okay, onto reviews!
Reviews:
quillian- well, first off i'm glad that your not mad that I took forever to update, and second off, you may be pleasantly suprised at where the story will go from here. Or at least I hope so. Thanks for your review!
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Okay then, time for Chapter 23! You know you love it.
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My mind stirred. Slowly, I opened my eyes and sat up. I looked around to see that I was lying on my bed. It was the middle of the night, and the full moon out side cast a dull glow through the window behind me. My body ached and my head felt like it was run over.
How did I get here? I thought to myself. It was at this time that I noticed an odd presence. I looked around the room and after seeing nothing, laid back down again.
((I brought you here. You were banged up pretty bad, but of course after morphing you seemed well enough.))
"Who's there? I'm warning you!" I shouted at no one in particular. Just after I said that my mouth seemed to not respond. Then my left arm started to move by itself!
What's happening? I thought frantically.
((Your looking in the wrong place.)) said the voice. My arm tapped me on the head. Soon, I couldn't control my eyes, or the rest of my body for that matter. Then I knew.
((I'm...))
((A controller. Don't worry, I'm not going to reveal your friends' identities. My name is Kinrath 835, and I am a member of the yeerk peace movement. Maybe I should explain. After the explosion you fell into the pool. Knowing that if I didn't infest you, I was going to die, I crawled into your head and got us out of the wreckage before the police arrived. So far your friends don't know that I am here.))
I remained silent.
((While your mind rested, I took the liberty of looking through your memory. I know that you have a powerful grudge against us yeerks, but I assure you that I won't hurt you. I am sorry for your loss.))
((Get out.))
((I'm sorry, but for now you are just going to have to live with me. I'm sure that in time, we can become friends.))
((Get out, or I'll make you get out.))
((Michael, I hardly think that you are in the position to give me orders. I don't want to have to discipline you. Please, lets try and get along.))
((I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!)) I struggled for control with all my might. I could sense that the yeerk didn't put up a fight when I regained control. I went to my bedside table and pulled out a dracon beam.
"I swear i'll kill us both! Get out or I'll blow my head clean off!" I said in the lowest whisper I could manage.
((Calm down Michael! I know that this is the last thing in the world you want to do, but if you can just trust me, maybe we can make an agreement.)) He took control of my arm again and put the dracon back. Then he walked my body to the kitchen and pulled out a glass and filled it with water.
((What are you doing yeerk?)) I asked him.
((Proving to you that I mean you no harm. I am going leave your head and go into this glass of water. I can survive in it for a little while. I trust you Michael, and hopefully, you trust me.))
The yeerk lowered my head to the glass and detatched himself from my brain. He slid out of my ear and plopped into the glass. I blinked to make sure I could control myself again and picked up the glass. I looked at the yeerk floating in it and thought to myself how that thing was living in my head moments before.
Now I had an even bigger problem. What was I going to do with the damn thing now? Had I been wrong about the yeerks? This yeerk looked through my memories and saw what I did to all those yeerks. I enjoyed it, too. But here I was, faced with a decision I couldn't possibly resolve.
I pulled up a chair and sat down, taking a good hard look at the yeerk floating harmlessly in the glass. Then guilt took me over. I was wrong about them. I mean, sure, there are lot's of bad yeerks out there, but here, right in front of me, was proof that I had made a mistake. I picked up the glass, knowing what I had to do.
I held my ear just below the surface of the water. I could see Kinrath swim up to my ear and then I felt the unpleasantness of infestation as he crawled into my ear and settled into my head.
((I'm glad you made the right choice.))
((How did you know that I wouldn't just step on you?))
((I didn't. But knowing you, trusted your judgement.))
((Well, before we get all lovey-dovey, we need to make one thing clear.))
((Okay.))
((My body, my rules. Got that?))
((Whatever you say.))
I walked us into the bed and crawled in next to Meghan's sleeping form. I pulled the sheets over my head.
((Good night Michael.))
((Good night...Kinrath.))
Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.
Maybe.
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