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I hope you guys are enjoying this story. I realize it's a bit of an El Bizarre-o idea. But here, at the Birdie num num Corporation, we believe in El Bizarre-o ideas.
So sit back and enjoy another chapter in...
THE BIRDIE ZONE
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No, don't worry, Kaetila's not going to be a slave forever. I haven't forgotten about her!
Kaetila
I stood nervously on the smaller transport ship.
This was it.
We were hovering over the mountainside, the ramp open, ready for battle. I was so tired. I had fought last night, and now, I would fight again.
For the other side. Against my own will.
A tool used by the very monsters who had mercilessly slaughtered three arisths.
Who had mercilessly slaughtered my friends and companions and fellow shipmates, and who had mercilessly slaughtered hundreds of Andalites before them, and were perfectly willing to slaughter more, in the future...
I was standing next to the Visser, holding on to a vertical bar, trying desperately not to vomit my grass.
I thought for a moment of vomiting on him, and then claiming it was an accident...
But the ship was about three hundred feet up now, and it would have been quite a long, painful fall...
Besides, my new Yeerk "master" - so he called himself! - would not let me, anyway.
A chance! My Yeerk hissed happily. A chance to use this beautiful tail in battle! He allowed me control of my hands to hold on to the bar as the ship swerved about in the sky, but he was preoccupied with flipping my tail about, and looking through my memory for tail fighting.
Which brought back all kinds of painful memories of earlier tail fighting lessons.
You can't move that tail worth anything, female! Concentrate! My first instructor jeered in my memory as his tail whipped towards my legs and knocked me over. I saw a young me, an aristh, struggle to get up. But he just laughed and knocked me over again.
I stared at the tops of the tall, green, pines below, deep in troubling memories.
It was hot outside. The heat filled air blasted up and blew into my face. It felt good to feel warm air on my fur again. I had been inside cold ships for weeks. But the brightness of the day made me squint, emphasizing how long I had been in those cold, artificially lit ships.
The Visser kept standing beside me, no matter how many times I scooched away. My Yeerk was too busy to notice. He didn't seem to know how to have very good control of me.
Suddenly, the Visser turned and grabbed my shoulder. He used his other hand to turn my face to his. Stunned, I came out of my reverie.
I will give you one more chance. He said. I know you refused my offer last night, but I will ask you once again. Be mine, and I can save you from this.
His hand moved and stroked my belly.
I felt my grass moving down my legs again...
My Yeerk was nervous. He said nothing. He gave me control to speak.
I stared back at the Visser. I looked him in the eyes.
We've had this conversation before. I said. You know how it ends.
I turned away and looked back at the treetops.
Now I was even more nervous. I felt like my stomach was full of worms.
Fine then. He spat. Die. Be a slave. And die a slave.
I'd rather die a slave than live one. I said softly. I hadn't even meant to say it. What had gotten into me lately? I was more gutsy.
It was almost, well, fun!
The ship began to lower in a field. It landed roughly.
The Visser leaped out of the ship, not even using the ramp, without saying another word to me. He landed hard and then just galloped furiously off into the woods, disappearing out of my sight.
He wanted to find someone to vent his rage on. The rage I had stirred up in him.
Breathing a shudder, I slowly walked off the ship, down the ramp. Hork- Bajir jumped down and out around me and behind me. Some spread out. Many ran after the Visser.
I stood, nervously looking around with all four eyes.
Then the Yeerk took control.
What do you think you're doing? He snapped. You can't just walk off!
All right! I snapped. What do you suggest we do then? Just stand here?!
W-well... He sighed. What do you mean 'we'? I don't suggest 'we' do anything! There is no 'we'! There's just 'me' and 'my slave'! He spat.
I ignored him. I decided to just watch the idiot get us killed...
He moved my eyes all around, nervously. We slowly advanced.
The Visser will be angry if you don't hurry up and catch up to him. I said, purposely to irritate him.
Shut up! He hissed. He was on to my game.
I would have smiled if I'd had control of my face. He was terrified. He expected an Andalite bandit to just leap on him out of nowhere.
The ship slowly took off behind us.
He turned around nervously.
Well, well. I said, lazily, relaxing in the back of my head. What are we going to do now?
Shut UP!
I mean, there goes the ship. You can't stand here forever, you know. I smirked.
Quieeet! He commanded. It was more of a whine, now, really.
I just laughed at him as he crept through the bushes.
You're going to get us lost. I said.
No I'm not!
Oh, yes. I said. Ah, which way exactly did the Visser go anyway? I said, snickering.
He looked around.
He...he went...
Somewhere you don't know. I finished for him. Heh heh heh heh...
That's it! You better shut up or I'll-
ROOOOAARRRR!
He jumped as we heard the far off roar of an Earth tiger.
He began to whimper nervously. I snickered.
They're coming to get you. I whispered psychotically, teasingly.
SHUT UP! He exploded. I had pushed him way, way too far. Maybe we don't have to go anywhere... He began to laugh sickly. Maybe...maybe you'd like to talk about the time with Captain Netek...
N-no... I said, trying to block the memories he was bringing up.
He laughed cruelly. Or maybe how you just let him have what he wanted...just so you could stay on the ship, WHORE!
I began to sob. SHUT UP!
Not so funny anymore, is it, Kaetila? You going to be quiet now?
I lay curled up in a cowering little ball in the back of my head, crying. Y-yes...
That's good...very good... He began to look around nervously now. Oh how I hated him. How I hated him and loathed him with every fiber of my being for what he was doing to me. For all the filthy guilt he made me feel. He would pay...oh he would pay!
We moved slowly through the thorny bushes and thick forest. He was causing my body to breathe heavily, terrified now. The heat of Earth's midsummer was intense, and the sounds of battle were now far off. It was dead quiet all around us.
We heard something snap behind us.
He began to run in a wild panic. He ran and ran and ran wildly through the woods, his eyestalks looking every which way. We ran through bushes and long grass. Leaves and thorns caught in my fur. We ran...
right. Into. The. BATTLE.
We both screamed as we ran out of a large bush-like tree, straight into a Taxxon and flopped right over him. He stared around, puzzled. He saw us, panicked, and ran away.
SUB-VISSER! A voice I immediately recognized boomed at us. It was the Visser, of course, coated in cuts and wounds, and bleeding. SO GLAD YOU COULD MAKE IT! His tail whipped at me and wrapped around my neck, pulling us close.
WHERE IN THE UNIVERSE HAVE YOU BEEN?! He screamed in thought-speak in my face.
I-I-I- The Sub-Visser began to protest feebly.
Air! I needed air! His thick, muscled tail was choking me!
The Visser let go of my neck and at the same time, flung me towards a group of Hork-Bajir fighting a wolf and a gorilla.
FIGHT! He screamed at me. My eyestalks looked back to see a young Andalite leap out at the Visser, tail whipping. My heart leaped joyfully as I recognized him.
AXIMILI! I called.
One of his eyestalks turned and looked quickly. He seemed puzzled, but as he was fighting a Visser who was about two hundred pounds more than he and much taller, he was too preoccupied to fully ask me who I was.
Shut up little Andalite whore. The Sub-Visser hissed and then snickered again.
I said nothing, I was weary. But I knew the Yeerk could feel my rage.
He snickered at it. Don't you see? He's too busy fighting to help you! They're all too busy fighting to help you. No one can help you. And why would an Andalite waste his time on you anyway? Remember? You're just a female! He laughed again. And a filthy little trollope at that!
I tried to ignore him again. To fight back my feelings of helpless rage and grief.
He got bored, and as the action was heating up, he charged forward, excited with my tail, whipping it about wildly.
We were high at the top of a mountainous area now.
With shock, I saw the Andalite bandits. They were in morph; in their usual style of fighting.
AAAAAAAAHHHHHH! I heard the Visser yell in agonized thought-speak. The Sub-Visser turned my eyestalks to look behind me. An Earth creature called a tiger had leaped onto Visser Three's back and was digging its claws in deep.
That did it.
The Sub-Visser fully panicked. He ran. We ran, back through a bush.
And we flew...
into...
air?
AAAAAAH!
We fell.
And hit a rock. Hard.
My leg broke; the bone going right through the skin.
I screamed in pain. The Sub-Visser let go of all control; shocked, and frightened.
We rolled down a dangerously slanted, almost vertical, rocky hill. My body was beaten severely as we rolled along.
Suddenly we had hit another edge, and we were off of it; flying a few feet down again.
My stalk eyes flashed open as I fell, my back toward the ground, and I saw a huge boulder lying there, right in my path.
I didn't even have a chance to scream, before I hit it with a sickening SLAM.
I lay in pain, confused... and everything... the whole blindingly bright summer's day... went... dark...
Okay, okay, I know it's another cliffhanger and it's another chapter with her getting knocked out, but what can I do? I just write the story the way I feel it should go! You'll just have to review and tell me and uh, oh yeah, wait and see...
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