I'm so sorry if you think that I've abandoned this story. It's just that with school and writer's block, I haven't been keeping up with my stories. Well, I'm fixing that now.

(Chapter 6)

(Betmilionali)

It was a while before the transport stopped moving. The two-legged thingy picked up my cage and took me into a building. The first species to greet me was an Andalite. But since I didn't trust the two-legged thingy, I didn't say anything. The two-legged thingy started to act nervous. I smelled his fear-scent.

(Why have you brought me this cat?) asked the male Andalite.

"Visser," at this, my ears perked up, "It's not a cat. It's an Andalite."

The weird smell under the normal scents clicked. These were controllers. The Andalite was none other than the only Andalite controller, Visser 3. Now the cat brain and instincts took over totally and completely. The two-legged thingy HAD seen me morph. This was very bad.

(Release it from the cage.) Yes! They were going to release me!

"Yes, Visser." It was a delayed reaction. Did Visser 3 say something he did not want me to hear? My cage was carried to a room.

My cage was set down. The cage door was opened. The cat ran out and started attacking the two-legged thingy. I, with my superior attack knowledge (okay, so I had never had a physical battle with anyone before), tried to aid the cat. The two-legged thingy caught me by the neck, and pointed a thick "stick" at me.

"Little, pathetic, Andalite, do you really think you could kill me or hurt me beyond repair?" I was stunned. Was that really what Yeerks thought of Andalites? I was thrown down and kicked into a corner. The two-legged thingy left, shut the door, and locked it. I checked the walls for windows, and then demorphed.

The door was still locked. I looked at the room. It was a bare, gray, empty cell. No windows, no cameras. I tried to sleep. When I fell asleep, it was because of pure exhaustion.

I was woken with a kick. I was on my feet in an instant.

"So you are only a little girl, Andalite. Why are you on Earth?"

(That is for me only, Controller.) I spoke calmly.

"Tell me, Andalite, or I will shoot you. You don't want your life to end, do you?" It said, as it pointed the stick at me. I cut off It's hand.

(Now, don't move, Controller, or I will kill you.) I pressed my tail blade up against It's throat.

"I only have to scream for you to die."

(I can kill you without a sound.) My voice still was calm.

"You are only a girl."

(I am not just a girl. I am an Andalite.)

"I can have you executed anytime I want to," It countered.

(Someone else does the killing? You are too low to kill me? Then why did you threaten me?)

"I am too high to kill you." I bit back a laugh.

No, you are too low, was my silent reply.

(Why is the Andalite not cuffed yet?) Visser 3. Uh oh.

(You speak, Controller, I kill.)

Visser 3 entered my cell.

(So, Andalite, you are only a young girl. Release the human.) He sounded surprised.

So that's what the two-legged thingies were. Humans.

(Take one step and the human dies.) There was no way I would become a controller.

(You are a bit young to start killing. Release him.)

(I already cut off his hand.) I pointed to the hand, still holding the stick. That was a mistake. Visser 3 fastened my hands behind my back and to my tail before I could kill the human. I tried to morph.

(Now, Andalite, you are cuffed. You cannot morph. Surrender. Become a Controller. Or, wish to die. Your choice.) My choice? He was giving me a choice?

(What do you want to know?)

(Where are the Andalite bandits?) Andalites? Unlikely.

(As far as I know, I'm the only Andalite on Earth. Besides your host, of course.)

(We'll see.) "We'll see"? He didn't believe me?

Who are the bandits? How badly are they hurting the Yeerks? Are they really Andalites? How many are there? I wondered.

Visser 3 and the human left my cell. locking the door behind them. I thought about my predicament. How will I escape? (Back then, before my torture, I wondered when and how. After my torture, I wondered if.) I spent the rest of the day wondering and thinking.

It became a routine: wake up to a kick, be questioned by Visser 3, eat, think, sleep, and repeat. Then one day, instead of questioning, I was made to walk to a new room. In the middle of the room was a fire.

I won't gross you out with details, but many times I was led to that room, each time with a different object in the middle.

On my last day in that place, the object in the middle was a vat of water. It was the size of an aquarium tank. He tried to get me into the vat. But in order to do that, they had to uncuff me. So I was uncuffed, dumped into the vat, and I went under. I rose, but something pulled me under. That was repeated until I quit trying to rise. Then I was let go. I morphed fly (without consciously thinking about it). I flew to the ground, demorphed. I started galloping toward the exit. Hork-Bajir, Taxxons, and humans trying to recapture me. HIM, barking orders. Me, chopping off hands of Hork-Bajir that got to close. Make it to exit. Walk through. Morph fly. Fly, fly, fly away. Demorph near time limit. Morph dog. RUN! RUN! Run as fast as possible. Almost get run over by a very simple transport powered by a human. A human CONTROLLER.

I know, I'm so evil to leave you with a cliffhanger.

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