Cassie's POV
Ring. Ring. Ring.
I reached over and grabbed the phone off of a sick raccoon's cage.
"Hello?" I said.
"Cassie? It's Jake."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Jake! Where were you today?" I demanded.
"I saw David after lunch," he whispered.
I gasped. "Are you sure it was him?"
"Yeah, I tried to followed him, but I lost him when he morphed. I think he knew that someone was following him."
"Where could he possibly have-" I shivered in horror as I realized something Jake apparently hadn't.
"Jake," I started. "Rachel."
David's POV
Rachel screamed.
I brought the bat across the side of her head with a loud crack. Her body flew back into the door and she crumpled to the floor, unconscious.
"Well, well, well," I grinned evilly. "The mighty warrior isn't so mighty after all."
I honestly hadn't thought Rachel would go down this easily. She hadn't even tried to morph or anything. I laughed with satisfaction as I reached for a backpack I had stolen along with some supplies. I pulled out the syringe I had found where Crayak had been. It was labeled Anti-Morphing Potion. It would cause the person it was injected into to not be able to morph for 24 hours. Unfortunately, it should also wake her up.
After tying up Rachel's hands and feet and then tying her tightly to her desk with three ropes I had "borrowed", I jammed the needle into her arm. I didn't care if that wasn't how you were supposed to do it, I wanted her to suffer. I hated Rachel. More than any of the other Animorphs. Even Jake, and I hated him bad. And if I couldn't kill her, I would certainly make her suffer.
When I removed it, she still hadn't woken up. I really must've hit her hard. Good, I thought to myself. The Animorphs all deserve what they have coming to them. They will pay for what they did to me. I glanced at my hostage and saw her eyes fluttering open.
"It's party time."
"Anti-Morphing Potion." Yeah, yeah, I know. Like I said, I was TWELVE when I wrote this lol.
