Elfangor's POV
I spent half of the day just looking over the information of the Sharing; it was too easy to understand why the invasion of Earth was happening so quickly. The human instinct of needing to belong was betraying the weaker of the species, and a lot of weaker people can still overcome someone strong, precisely why the yeerks move in packs.
Maybe you don't understand just yet, the sharing is a yeerk front organization devoted to the recruitment of host bodies for the yeerks themselves. Unlike the taxxons you cannot convince a human, well most of them, to relinquish their free will, civilizations have been destroyed and revolutions fought over the thing. And unlike the Hork-Bajir they are obviously not so simple minded, humans learn quickly and I think the yeerks are afraid that they have finally met a race that will destroy them, and they're right. But enough humans are alone, scared and feel as if they need somebody to be there for them and that's where the Sharing is making it's mark.
As I said though humans are capable of destroying the yeerks, they are numerous, tenacious and refuse to have themselves compromised against their will. That's what I myself admire about them, they will fight and fight until there is nothing left to fight for and then instead of surrendering they will choose death over defeat. Humans… Apparently the Yeerks are finding this out too, after hacking their systems I found out my children for over two years were Visser One's so called Andalite Bandits. He had not managed to kill any, and had even laid a trap for my son Tobias, a son who had been tortured. I was very proud of my son.
Unfortunately I was also learning that they had been found out, the yeerks were looking for them and that Loren, my Loren was alive. I looked at the clock; it was past three o'clock I had been here all day.
Standing up I stretched, shut off my computer and went to change. Fifteen minutes later, mostly from remembering all the necessary things to being human like hair and teeth and forgetting about socks I was grabbing my car keys and walking to the garage. I can't say the Ellimist was half bad in his choice of cars though, not yellow, but a gun metal gray Mustang Bullet was in my garage, I was one happy Andalite. Let's hope I remember how to drive.
Ninety miles an hour down a busy freeway is an experience in it's self, but I was headed to the mall. I needed cloths and badly, the Ellimist had given me an outfit, one outfit, and it had to be an outfit that any female on any planet would hate. Now I might sound obsessive but Loren had taught me better than that. Anyway I needed to get out and at a mall anyone can blend. But earlier I had read something about a secret entrance to the yeerk pool through the GAP, which in any case proved to be true. After about an hour of doing nothing but shop and checking out pool entrances, I was hungry which leads me top where I am sitting now.
In the past half an hour I believe I have eaten half of the food at taco bell, observed a gang of girls stalking a I believe an ex-boyfriend, two kissing lesbians and four boys being arrested for stealing CD's. All of this you would never see on my home planet. On top of my people watching I had also noticed a few familiar faces, ones I haven's seen since that night in the construction site. It had been dark then but I still recognized the voice, I felt my mood darken as he strode past.
"Hello Chapman." The whisper sounded cold to my own ears. "So are the Yeerks still the real winners?"
He would be back; it was just a matter of waiting till he returned to his car. Whatever had called him here though he was moving very quickly, as if his life depended on it. With yeerks you never know, his life might have depended on it. I took a sip of my coke and looked back towards the door, a large black limousine was pulling up. I had a bad feeling, a quick glance toward the stores where Chapman disappeared. I couldn't see him but my gut told me he was there. Whoever was in this limo was whom Chapman was waiting for. The driver got out and went to open the door quickly stepping back from the sinister looking man who got out.
He could have been a businessman or any member of upper level human society by his dress and manner, except they were the practiced hollow gestures of a ruthlessly cold man. He was a predator and these humans, these people, were his prey. I knew who he was, the abomination, and my personal enemy…Visser One. My eyes were following him, studying him. He was walking closer, I felt myself stand up and my fist clinch, and adrenaline flooded my system. I was angry, I would never look up to him from anywhere again. The construction site had ended any inhibitions about honorable warfare I held. Alloran was right, war was about one thing and one thing only and that was making sure your enemy was dead before you were.
I felt his presence, sensed his evil. He was ten feet from me, I was sure he could feel my hatred and he stopped. He seemed to stand there for a galaxy's age without moving, like an animal that knows it's being ambushed but can't tell where the attack will come from. I forced myself to look away and hoped in my jeans and T-shirt I blended. I guess when you're six foot four and looked like you could kick somebody's ass for breakfast you don't blend very well, because he stared at me. I met his gaze.
For a moment we stood there, he saw my hatred and I saw his suspicion grow. It happened slowly, like watching dominos fall as he pieced it together. I felt my lips twist into a dangerous smile.
"Andalite."
"Yeerk," I spat the words. He hadn't given me away just yet, but I heard footsteps running form behind me. Chapman! Shit! The Visser has thought-speak! I looked, he was lunging for me, one last look at the angry Visser. I felt Chapman's arm come around to tackle me, but I was bigger and fit. I used his own momentum to grab his reaching arm and flip him over on to the table, it broke. A quick kick to the face would ensure he wouldn't move for hours. The Visser didn't think it was funny.
"ANDALITE!" He roared, I ran.
Some part of me noticed the blood on my shoe as I ran, it's war I reminded myself. Past Old Navy and the Gap I ran into Penny's, where my car was parked outside. I noticed people pouring out of the movie theatre, most of them looking angrily in my direction. I ran faster, I had to get away before they could follow.
I made it outside barely, I ran out one door too early but because I did they didn't see me. I was back on the road heading back to my house. It had been a long day, pizza would be a good thing tonight.
Rachel's POV
We were all at the Mall doing I suppose reconnaissance, but really I think just enjoying being normal. As normal as you can be in the body of an adult. We had all been sitting around at breakfast when I decided we needed a normal day at the mall, Jake said it wasn't worth the risk unless we could justify it anyway we didn't have a morph for the mall. I pointed out that we had lots of parents and each other to morph. Naturally since our parents thought we needed a break they gave us the DNA with a blessing.
Jake and Marco looked like brothers being a mixture of Cassie's parents and Marcos's dad, Cassie was a mixture of her mom and my mom, and Cassie was quite pretty actually. Tobias and Ax they were Marco's and Cassie's father with a hit of Loren and Eva, theoretically my "brothers", but I was a mix of Loren and Eva. I had Loren's small frame and blonde hair with Eva's tan creamy skin and dark brown eyes.
"So Rachel," Marco walked up putting an arm around me. "How is in a morph of complete opposites you still look so good?" I smiled at the backhanded compliment before I replied.
"Because when losers like you follow me around I always look good." His grimace was purely theatrical.
"So bird-boy do you have a problem hitting on Rachel now that she looks so much like your mom?" I looked at Tobias to see if he wanted me to kill Marco, but his attention was else where.
"Guys!" Everyone looked at me, I pointed to the black limo and it's disembarking passenger.
"Let's all sit down and act normal, we don't need ourselves standing out." Jake's order had the desired effect. We all sat and watched, at least they did.
"Guys I'll be right back." I casually walked to the door, there were too many yeerks around for Jake to attract attention to us by calling me back. Reaching a line for Taco Bell, I watched the Visser as he entered. Then I noticed the man staring at the Visser, almost as if he was deciding whether to kill him or not.
Pretty good-looking guy too. Dressed to kill, black hair. Kind of reminded me of Tobias actually. I looked at the shopping bags by his feet, probably gay either that or he has good taste. That's when he stood up, just as HE came by.
Maybe he felt his evil too? The Visser stopped, the man looked away. I felt the familiar rush that's always there right before a fight. The Visser's gaze rested on the tense posture of the guy in front of him. For a few minutes I watched as their eyes locked.
"Andalite." My heart leapt, was it true?
"Yeerk." The contempt in his voice was unmistakable. The Visser didn't move, didn't say a word, but Chapman was running up from behind. I wanted to yell a warning but to do so would give myself away. Chapman grabbed the Andalite, or at least tried too. Seconds later he was landing on his back on top of table. The table held for all of two seconds then he crashed on the floor, moments later to be kicked in the face by a very pissed off andalite.
"ANDALITE!" The Visser yelled and they were off. Quite an interesting site actually, the Andalite running through the mall and Visser One and all his yahoos following. I looked at the bags of cloths lying next to Chapman and the table, shame to waste them. Well I thought if he were an ally then maybe I'd get to return these. Walking up I picked up the cloths, a couple at the next table looked at me.
"He's my boyfriend and that's my father… I'm pregnant. He's a very angry man." Then very confidently I walked right out the mall doors past Visser One's Limo. Several minutes later the other Animorphs followed. Leave it to Marco to notice the look on the couple's faces. When I told them what I'd said we all got a good laugh. It felt good.
"On the bright side though as least you guys have some decent cloths when you morph."
"You mean an andalite picked out clothes fashion goddess Rachel likes? What is this world coming to?" Marco of course, but he was right whoever picked out the clothes did have good taste.
Guys you have company.
Elfangor's POV
Idiot! I cursed myself in as many languages as I knew. I couldn't believe I'd acted so childish. It was over, it was done I would learn from my mistakes. Live to fight another day.
I was driving down the road back to my house when I spotted them, three guys and two girls. Men and women actually, but the female was carrying the bags of clothing I'd just been forced to leave. This was really turning out to be a bad day. Well at least I can get my clothes back. I pulled my car into the driveway in front of them and rolled down my window.
For the first time I noticed the female with the blonde hair, she looked strangely familiar to me.
Marco's POV
Guys you have company.
I looked up at Tobias and nodded we'd heard. There was a really nice mustang parked in front of us, in another time I would have wanted to check it out. Now I was just nervous, looking for traps and escapes. As the window unrolled I saw it as the same man from the mall, the one Rachel had told us was an Andalite. Maybe he's looking for us?
I looked at Rachel, she was smiling that queen of the universe smile. Cassie and I exchanged glances.
"You think she could take him?"
"It would definitely be a good fight," She whispered back.
They both knew why he was there, but we needed information on this guy and Rachel knew it. She stopped five feet from the car with the rest of us in tow, waiting for him to speak. As important s that was I couldn't help but notice how much this guy looked like Bird-Boy. Bigger, yes but very similar.
"So how do I put this, Thank you for rescuing my clothes may I have them back?" I was surprised by the sarcasm the Andalite had used, oh well we could forgive him for making a joke. He'd had a rough day.
Rachel just smiled. "I was actually hoping you could help me out a bit-"
He cut her off, I don't think he was in a mood to chitchat. "Please may I have my cloths back?" She looked at Jake he nodded, she handed them to him. "Thank you."
Once he was gone I looked up at Tobias, "Hey Tobias, you got the license plates right?"
Jake's POV
We were al gathered around Marco's computer he was scanning the plate numbers of that mustang.
I think we have a match.
"What," I Looked at Tobias who sat perched on Ax's shoulder.
Allow me to explain Prince Jake, what Tobias is saying is that the address the old man gave us and the address of that car is the same.