DISCLAIMER: I do not own Animorphs.
Sigh. I just can't help myself! I am NOT an orderly writer!
I guess it's just back to my old, regular, do my fanfics all out of order and hop around to each of them when it pleases me.
Kaetila
I woke later.
My internal clock told me that it was the next day.
I lay for a while, looking up at the sky, trying to remember where I was...who I was...
Kaetila-Aerrin-Nalmun...
I was a...slave...
A Yeerk slave...
There had been a battle...I had fallen...
Where was I, though?
I lay silently. My Yeerk had not woken up yet.
I slowly tried to get up.
(AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!) I screamed in agony.
My leg! It burned like it was on fire! I looked down at it.
A boulder was on it, pinning it. Some rocks had fallen with me, and held me down.
One rock landed on belly, pinning me. I tried to use my hands to push it off, feebly. But to no avail.
I was pinned. Stuck good and fast and going nowhere. Trapped!
I lay desparately trying to look around. My nose hurt from where I'd hit the rock. I touched my hand to my face, and felt a deep cut between my eyes. Dried blood was caked all around my eyes, and above my nose, and on my nose, and my nose was bleeding a little too.
I had rolled on to my side afterward, and the rock must have pinned me on my back.
My back ached from lying in this position for so long.
I had to get up...had to...
I was so weak!
I tried to move my tail.
(Ah! Aaaaaah!) I groaned in pain. It was stuck too. And it also felt broken.
I lay back, helpless.
(S-S-Sub-Visser!) I called in my head.
Nothing.
(Sub-Visser! Wake up!)
Silence.
I sighed. Then I did something that worsened my already considerably bad headache.
I banged my head several times on the rock under me.
(What?) The Yeerk woke.
(Got some bad news.) I said.
(What?!) He snapped.
(We're trapped.)
(WHAT?!) He said, already panicking. Then, suspiciously. (Let me see!)
He took control of my eyes and head. He moved my head to look down at my body. Sure enough, he saw the big boulders.
(No.) He said, not believing it at first. (No. No no no!)
(What?) I said, not understanding. So it was bad. But it wasn't like we didn't have time to move the boulders and everything...
and then it hit me.
(NOOOOOO!) He wailed. (NOOOO!)
He needed Kandrona! Or he would need Kandrona. Very badly so. In about two more days...
I smiled happily.
Freedom!
I would be free! Finally free of him!
(No.) He said, refusing to believe it. (It can't be so.)
(It is.) I said, happily.
(No!) He yelled at me, making my head hurt more. (It won't be! They'll find us! They'll find us and you'll be taken back!) He laughed in my head, madly.
I began to feel panicky myself. I looked down at the boulders. Up at the hill. And I almost expected any minute for a Hork-Bajir, or even the Visser himself, or worse yet, a Taxxon to come down that hill towards me. It could eat me. It could tear me apart, and I would be helpless! Helpless!
I began to feel terror.
Wait.
I listened. Silence. There was nothing. Nothing. Not a damn thing.
They were gone.
I began to laugh. The Yeerk realized it too.
(No...) He said. (NO!)
I laughed harder, madly almost.
(They'll come back!) He screamed desperately.
(No!) I said, and laughed. (They won't! They're gone, Sub-Visser. GONE!) I laughed again. (Just you and me, Sub-Visser.)
(No!) He whispered, fiercely.
(Yes, yes. Just you and me, for three, nice long days.)
(NO!) He screamed. He desparately tried to move me. To move the boulders.
I cried out in pain. (Stop it, you idiot! There's nothing we can do!)
(You'll die too!) He said, and stopped struggling. (You will! You'll DIE!)
(Ha!) I scoffed in reply.
(You will!) He screamed. (You'll...you'll bleed to death! Or starve! Or die of thirst! Or you'll be crushed to death by this!) He moved my hands to touch the boulder on my chest.
I tried not to let him see the fear. It was getting a little heavy...
He began to laugh. (See! SEE!) He laughed madly.
(You'll die first!) I snapped.
(Ha! We'll soon see, won't we? You're in a lot of pain aren't you Princess?) He sneered.
I ignored him.
(Yes...you're bleeding. Losing a lot of blood.)
(AND I BET YOU'RE HUNGRY!) I screamed back a him.
(No...no...not yet.) He laughed. (Actually, I'm quite fine. But you...oh...you're in bad shape...heh heh heh heh heh...)
(You won't be for long!) I snapped. (You won't be able to escape, like me!)
He sneered.
(And I'll enjoy it!) I said. (I'll enjoy every minute of your starving, weak, SUFFERING!) I screamed at him.
Suddenly he was silent.
I began to feel a cold shiver down my spine.
(Sub-Visser?) I asked, tentatively.
Suddenly,
(AAAHHH!) I screamed in terror.
...There was a male! He...he was opening the door to my quarters! I was just an Aristh. What did he want with me? It was late! I was sleeping and now he...he's coming in and...he's... he's touching me! I'm just an Aristh! What is he doing? Why-
(AAAAHHHHH!) I screamed again, this time in mental and emotional pain.
The Sub-Visser had speeded the memory up to the worst part...
(No! Nooo! Stop! Please! Stop!)
He began to laugh. He played the memory over again.
(Stop!) I screamed, sobbing. (STOP! Stop! Please, just stop!)
(No.) He hissed, stopping it suddenly. (No! I'll never stop. It's what you deserve for that little comment you made. And you'll get more. For every little comment you make, you'll get much, much more! Is that understood, SLAVE?!)
(NO!) I spat back at him, in my head. I wouldn't beg him to stop anymore! I was through with begging.
(Fine.) He hissed, cold in my head. And my spine shivered again in a cold sweat. (Fine. It'll be that way. If that's really how you want it...)
And while I lay there, trapped, helpless, for hours, he tortured and tormented me...