HI! I'm sorry all my loyal reviewers! I've been extremely lazy, had a bout of writer's block, and have had many other problems, including an idea for a chapter that's not suppose to show up for, oh…a good while away! But, just to let you guys know, I'm not dead.

…Seriously, I'm not. Guys? Guys? Hello? Just kidding… Anyways, onto the Reviewer's section.

Reviews:

GenesisDragon: Um, I'm not sure if he did actually fall unconscious, but considering this is basically an alternate universe (in comparison to those who we know as the Animorphs), for the sake of the story he actually did. And I know how you feel about the whole high-school thing. I'm in like so many things and about to drown in "come to our college" crap, and I've still got two years left!

LilManiac:Runs away from flying green elephants: AHH! GET THEM OFF! o.O All caps…Anyway, you finally have your wish. I'm updating.

Ok, now onto the dramatic continuation!

…Ok, so maybe "dramatic" was stretching it a bit, but at least I'm writing, right?

Explanations

I blinked, dazed by the loss of blood. Quickly I morphed, finally stretching out my wings. The young woman who was lying on the ground pushed herself up, sitting with her two human legs bent under her in a peculiar way. Loren had always called it kneeling, but it was a human trick I had never felt the need to master. I saw her face for a few moments as a street light near us flickered to life in a last and quite fatal attempt to live. Her complexion had taken on a green color, usually associated with someone who is about to be quite ill. My assumptions were proved correct when she regurgitated, chunks of undigested human food mixed with a dark liquid that closely resembled Andalite blood landing on the ground as she "heaved".

She laughed, shaking slightly as her eyes met mine. "The fool," she murmured, "never knew what, or who, hit him.

(Do you speak of Visser Three?) I ventured.

Coughing, she raised a hand to wipe her mouth. "Visser Three? Yes, he is a fool, isn't he? Well, Andalite, I fulfilled my part." She stood, wincing at a pain in her body. Her hand flashed down to her calf—if I am remembering my human anatomy class correctly—and it came back covered in a dark liquid that stained her hand. "Damn, what am I suppose to say to Jess now? Gee, Jess, I didn't notice the large cut in my thigh."

(I believe it is a shallow cut,) I told her, attempting to provide some comfort.

Her eyes flashed to glance down at my small bird-like body. I had begun to demorph, so that I might feel the familiar appendages I had almost lost in the battle with Visser Three. "And?" she questioned, glaring at me. "Why should you care?" She took a step to move away from me and nearly slipped, as the ground had suddenly turned to mud. Rain splattered everywhere and it appeared to have been raining for quite some time now. The female and I were quite soaked in a matter of minutes.

Thunder clapped—to use an expression that most humans seem to use—and the rain seemed to freeze in mid drop. YOU HAVE ALL DONE WELL. A voice boomed. I recognized it almost instantly. A ghost-like blue figure stood in front of us. I noticed that a small bird and (AXIMILI!) I shouted, elated to see my younger brother.

He blinked, turning his head to face me with his main eyes. (ELFANGOR! Then this means that female was successful in her mission?)

"Nah, I screwed it up. That's why we're all standing here! This is why I absolutely despise working with Andalites!" She spun around, glaring at each one of us in turn. "Now, can I please just GO! I have an extremely important dinner date at some point today and I'd rather not miss it!"

THIS IS WHY YOU ARE NUTERAL. YOU ARE ALLOWED TO LEAVE AT ANY POINT. The Elimist looked at her when he said this.

She raised a skeptical eyebrow. "We—" She stopped moving, mid sentence.

(Who was that female?) I questioned, looking at the Elimist.

SHE WAS THE NEUTRAL PIECE.

(I see…) It was not the answer I had expected, but it was an answer.

(Does this mean we're done, too?) A voice cut in. I believe it was from the bird. It had an air of familiarity to it.

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"—ell" I paused, glancing about. I was back in the hotel room, a bit grimy and dirty, but besides the cut nothing a shower couldn't fix.

I relaxed as the streaming hot water poured down my back and all over my body. It seemed to take all the stress and tension of the morning and throw it all away. After showering, I brushed my hair, pulling out clumps of it as I went. Finally, after dressing, I felt much better and decided to go and watch some TV. As I was about to sit, someone rapped on the door. Sighing audibly, I trudged over to the door and peered through the peep hole. All I could see was shadows. "Just a second," I called through the door, running back to my room where my Dracon Beam was stashed in a nearby drawer.

I opened the door and screamed…

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A/N: Well, I hope that was interesting enough. As it were, I was not horribly inspired when I wrote this so it might not be the best chapter, but at least it's out there. Well, please R/R!