All right people, I want to tell you that this account is made out of 2 people: me and another person. I am Hawk Girl, she is Marco's Gurl. The idea for this story was mine, the idea for the problem is Marco's Gurl's. I will write one chapter, she will write another. She will supply the humor, I won't! I can't write humor! My favorite character is Tobias, hers is Marco. And by the way, we are insane!

Chapter 1

After the battle

Tobias

I spotted a mouse. A nice, big, juicy mouse. I looked at it for a split second before I descended, a giant shadow of death.

"Tseer!"

I closed my beak, the mouse inside wriggling, trying to stay alive. Not a chance, mouse. It's blood dripped from my beak. I swallowed, satisfied with another fine catch. Most 18-year-old boys don't get to catch mice every day.

I landed near the door and morphed to human. Then I went up to my 'room' where I usually hang out when in human morph. There I got some normal clothes (leather jacket, white T-shirt and jeans in case you're wondering). Then I went to Marco's room and stole a bag of chips (Marco's got secret stash that everybody knows about). I opened it and began wolfing the chips down. I was as bad as Ax in human morph. You don't know how good chips taste after being a hawk for five years.

I went to my room and began reading a book. After a few minutes, I closed it again. No good. I couldn't concentrate.

I went to our living room and thought about where I should go. After the war, I usually stayed in my meadow or inside the house. Out of touch with the human population. It's pretty rare when I go out. Actually, very rare.

I decided on the mall. After all, I just might find something interesting. I could even buy the newspaper.

On my way to the front door, I met Jake. Which was pretty rare, strangely enough. I know that we basically live in the same house, but everyone's out all day. Or, if you're Jake or me, staying in our room.

Me, Jake, Marco, Cassie and Ax live together. In the same house. Why, we'll never find out. Perhaps it's the need to stay together. Perhaps it's because we've been trough so much together. I don't know.

Cassie is a vet. She's probably the most popular vet on Earth, because everyone wants to get his or her pet healed by Cassie the Animorph. One person even claimed they had a flea which was sick!

Marco disappears during the day. And where he goes, nobody knows. A year ago, he made a movie named Animorphs. And it earned a million bucks. That's what we live on: Marco's money.

Jake is as depressed as me. He blames himself for Rachel's death. I don't blame, but I can't look him in the eye and forgive him. But he thinks we all blame him. How wrong he is.

And Ax goes out all day. With his human girlfriend, Chapman's daughter, Melissa. And somewhere else. No idea where.

And what do I do? I stay miserable and depressed all the time, daydreaming and reading. How original of me.

"Where are you going?" asked Jake.

"To the mall," I answered flatly.

"Really? Then you're buying everything on Cassie's list," he said, handing me a 2 feet long list.

"But-" I stuttered.

"I need to buy this stuff, and you're going to the mall!" Jake said lightly.

I looked at him and went out. Even though Jake and me acted easily, there was a lot of tension in the room. My friends know this tension and try to make us up. But they can't. Not now, not ever. The tension was just us in a good mood. When we're in a bad mood, we argue like crazy. About anything that comes into our heads.

I got on my motorcycle. A blue and black one. Then I put on my helmet. Gray. I honestly have no life.

I started up my motorcycle and looked back at my meadow. Even though I speed around on my motorcycle a lot (it reminds me of flying for some crazy reason) I still don't go to public places.

I pressed the pedal and shot off, feeling the adrenaline pump through my veins. I drove towards the mall, never thinking about anything but the rush of air flowing against my body.

In about 10 minutes, I pulled up at the mall. I put a hand to my pocket, feeling the list still lying there. I groaned. I really hoped that the list had blown away and I didn't need to shop for all the stuff on it. Oh well. Too late now. I had a choice between ditching the list and lying or shop. I chose option two, though not without grumbling and muttering.

Two hours later, I bought everything Cassie assigned me, nearly falling down from exhaustion. How can an 18-year-old girl manage to think of that many things to buy? I mean, honestly. Rachel even couldn't think of so much to buy! And that enough would make anyone faint with shock. But I couldn't. I was already half-asleep on my feet anyway.

There's just one more thing to buy. For me.

I turned into a store, 'Music'. Original title. I went inside thankful as always that I don't go out much, for the people didn't even look at me twice, let alone recognize me and mob around me as it happened to the others.

I was in a small, cozy-looking store. There were only a few people in here, their voices a low rumble.

I casually walked over to the guitars, looking like a normal teen wanting a guitar. The only difference, I had money to buy the guitar.

I looked at the electric guitars, wondering which one to pick. There were three: green and purple, orange and violet and also black and red. After a minute of thinking I chose the blood red and black guitar. Two of my favorite colors.

I wandered over to the bass guitar section. Two days ago, Ax told me that he wanted a bass guitar for his birthday, which is a week later.

I gazed at the guitars. Which were Ax's favorite colors? I dimly remembered that he told me it was blue and something else. But what?

I gazed at the guitars, figuring out his favorite colors and the guitar I should get. The colors were blue and gray, blue and red, blue and black and blue and yellow.

I finally gave up and got the blue and black one. I hope he appreciates that. If I hadn't went in to buy the guitars, I'd already be at home, taking a long, long nap. Cassie's shopping really tired me out.

On my way to the cashier, I grabbed two books of Queen song's notes. Is it just me, or does every Animorph adore Queen?

I bought the guitars with no problem, though the person at the counter was giving me a funny look when I gave him the money. He probably thought I was a rich snobby kid. He didn't have a clue.

I went into a bathroom, took off my clothes and demorphed. Then I remorphed and put n my clothes again. I went out, my arms falling out because of the shopping, and made my way over to the motorcycle. I was going home.

On my way back, just as I was parking my motorcycle, I tipped backwards and hit my head on the ground. All because of Cassie's shopping. I scowled. Can't she do her own shopping?

I felt something hot trickling on my head. I shrugged it off. Something unimportant, I can tell.

Standing right in front of the ventilation shaft, I screamed "Anyone who's in the house, come out! Now!"

In there, I heard two satisfying thumps. I smiled.

Pretty soon Marco came out, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"Man, Tobias, do you know it's not polite to wake someone up from sleep?" Marco complained, scowling at me.

"Yes" I answered simply. He scowled again.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked. It's a common code for us to shout in the ventilation when we need help. Otherwise, no one will hear you.

"See that?" I pointed to the mountain of things looking dangerously like a cross between the Leaning Tower of Pisa and Mount Everest.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees"

"We need to climb on top of it. Get ready to morph a bird, Monkey Boy!" I laughed, happy that someone was sharing my misery.

The next ten minutes were preoccupied with us moving all the things inside (I had already hid the guitars. I don't want anyone knowing that I play them).

I flopped down on the couch and groaned. Then I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head, the mysterious warm liquid, and then, blackness…

Hello! This is still Hawk Girl. This chapter is done! Yay! Marco's Gurl will do the next chapter! In Marco's POV, I think.

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