AN: I'm finally figuring out how to use all the shiny buttons-- see that shiny line down there? Yay! Anyway, I'm not computer ept. These are the last two chapters I have. The story isn't yet finished, and I'll try to get to it as soon as possible. I've been REALLY busy lately, and I apologize profusly! The reviews have been appreciated!


Chapter Fourteen

"Marvelous Destruction"

Armies upon armies were sent out to find George again. The council of thirteen had somehow agreed to all of this, even when they knew that Visser Three had finally gone off the deep end-- of course they didn't know how far Visser Three would go in trying to find his daughter's pet Andalite.

As they waited, Visser One brushed her daughter's hair-- something that she rarely did. She was going along with the Visser Three's outright attack as Louis Lane would cheer on Superman as she watched him combat an army of Brainyaks. Very cheerfully she combed through her daughters straight hair, humming as she waited for her hero to return from his mission. To add to the romantic mood, she lit a fire at the other end of the room.

Unfortunately for her, it would only make everything feel even creepier.

As she combed from her daughter's scalp to end, she noticed something dark in her daughter's skin. Her jaw dropped, her eyes glinting in anger-- she thought this was far too soon for Helen.

"Helen? Did you get a tattoo in your scalp?" Her voice was slightly edgy. She would make her daughter immediately remove the tattoo as soon as she admitted to it.

Her daughter-dearest looked up innocently. "No, mother I didn't," she replied back sweetly.

Her mother pursed her lips, but began to comb through her hair again. Curious, she began to part the hair to see what the tattoo, or whatever it was, looked like. "Six six six?" she muttered, the number ringing a bell in her host's mind. Suddenly, the comb dropped out of her hand in horror, thunder flashing from the holovid.

Visser One jumped, and looked over her shoulder. "Huh, must've gone off from all of that racket my dearest is setting off."

Smugly, she swaggered to the window, and shut the thing off. Just curious at all that was going on, she opened the window and looked gleefully out. The sky was dark because of all the smoke that floated up to it, Dracon flashes coming from every corner of the city. Most of the city had been flattened, save for the buildings that Visser Three and Visser One owned, and their own building that they lived in.

"Poor dear," she sighed, "He hasn't had a chance to conquer and demolish anything in so long. I'm so happy for him!" Edriss wiped a tear that formed at the corner of her eye and walked back to her daughter who watched the destruction from the couch.


(ARGH!) screamed Visser Three as he slammed the door open. I still haven't found him! He stomped right into the room, where Edriss looked up at him bewildered.

"What?" asked Edriss.

"You'll find him again tomorrow, right daddy?" asked their daughter, her eyes looking unnaturally large.

Edriss sighed and looked at her. "Honey, your father needs a rest. Maybe next week-- you're father will be recovered by then." She looked up at Esplin lovingly. "After all, destroying a city does take a lot out of you, doesn't it?"

Esplin looked back at her passionately. (You know, I did keep our store in one piece…)

Visser One's face brightened. "Really? Shall we go?" She moved to get up, completely forgetting about her daughter, who began to try and speak about George. Helen was beginning to hate that woman.

Miffed, she left them to their 'romance', whatever that was, and moved down a couple flights of stares. All of the guards were long gone in fear of her losing her temper again. The sun began to peak through all of the smoke, so she didn't bother cutting on any overhead lights as she moved along, closer to the communications room.

It wasn't fair-- mommy always hogged daddy, and she never got anything. Her pet wasn't even found… He was probably far away now, with another owner. The thought made her burn from deep inside. She would settle this once and for all: she was going to get rid of mommy and daddy because she could do without either of them!

As she moved down the hall towards the room, she thought she heard a bumping noise, coming from one of the closets. She paused, her hand on her favorite dagger that daddy had trained her to use so well.

Inside the creature froze, hoping that she would just leave, thinking that something in the closet was settling. He looked through the peephole, watching her as she stared at the door suspiciously. Just as she turned around, he relaxed his muscles, hoping that she would be gone long enough so that he could escape in one piece.

SHLINK!

The dagger stabbed into the door angrily, and Helen pulled at it, the door creaking on its hinges, begging to break lose. The creature decided to give up, knowing that he had been found.

(Fine, fine, I'm coming out,) said Ax glumly. The sheath was still locked onto his tail, so he couldn't get all that far-- the thing prevented him from morphing somehow too. It was most aggravating. And the girl found him to top it off.

"George!" screeched Helen. With that she yanked the door off of its hinges, and ran in to hug him.

Aximili tried to stop a shiver from crawling down his spine, knowing that he probably wouldn't get the chance to run away a second time. Helen pulled away, grabbing a hold of his head, and began to pull him along with her.

"I'm going to get rid of mommy and daddy," she told him, grinning innocently.

Ax suddenly felt his day brighten. Maybe being a pet wasn't so bad after all-- if it got rid of his enemies in the end…