FOR THE LAST TIME, I do NOT own Animorphs! Geesh!
A/N: Hehehe… Hi guys:3
Visser Three's Journal
(Rated 14+)
Chapter 3
Go Home.
May 4th.
Dear Journal,
I was in a ship.
VERY early this morning, I had carefully packed all my belongings – from half-eaten packs of oatmeal to Ellie's pink stuff to boxers for my human morph (Hey. You never know when you're going to need a pair of nice boxers.) – and now, myself AND my belongings had been stowed away in my Blade ship, ready to go…
… On an EIGHT-HOUR, FUN-FILLED space trip with my personal assistant Iniss, Ellie the intern, and JOE! … Okay, so his name isn't really Joe. But he's a Taxxon-Controller named Xjibrzed, and he refuses to tell me his Yeerk name, so there you go, Mister Taxxon! Your name's Joe now. What? Did you REALLY expect me to be able to pronounce Xjizi… Xjibri… XJIBRIZ… Oh never mind!
Anyway. An eight-hour trip. On a Blade ship. To the Yeerk home world.
With INISS.
… Someone please shoot me before I DIE of BOREDOM in this hellhole!
And what a destination! I was going to the Yeerk home world, and for what? I didn't even KNOW because the Emperor was too stupid to TELL me. But one thing I did know was that once there, I would be inevitably reunited with Councilor Eight, and of course the main meddler herself, Visser One. I had to resist strangling myself to avoid the PAIN. But of course, Iniss was officially Hyperman Extraordinaire at the thought of retrieving his little worshipee.
" Oh my lords oh my lords oh my LORDS Visser!" he screamed, jumping up and down on my bed in euphoria. " We're going to see Visser One! We're going to see Visser One! Aren't you HAPPY?"
Oh for the Emperor's SAKE, SHOOT THE DOG! …
( Apparently, you are… ) I said dully, gazing out the window at the starry sky. The stupid starry sky. Why couldn't I just have stayed on the fricking MOTHER SHIP, where everyone lived in peace and harmony! …
( Iniss, get out of my room. ) I snapped.
" But Visser, WHY?" asked a very sullen Iniss.
( Because we've only been gone for fifteen minutes and ALREADY you're driving me up the wall. )
Disappointed and sad, Iniss got off my bed and dragged his feet all the way out into the hall, glumly carrying his half-empty bag of VERY outdated chips in his left hand.
( Close the god damn door! ) I yelled.
Iniss dragged his feet back to my doorframe and pressed the close button. The door slid to a close, and I was finally able to relax…
I took a spray bottle from an easy-access pocket on a small luggage bag and frantically sprayed all the disgusting Iniss germs off of my beloved bed. When I was done, I lay down on the fluffy bed in my room on the Blade ship, and decided…
… Hey, we have eight hours… It won't hurt to take a little snooze…
---
" I can't find any water!" Iniss sobbed.
( Water? ) I asked increduously.
" Yeah, I need water to fill up my bottle!" he exclaimed. Once again, I noticed the red bottle in his hand, only this time it was cracked and broken.
Haha, don't worry. It's not going to last very long anyway.
( What isn't going to last? ) I asked Visser One's voice while I looked in vain for its source.
This. All of it.
I looked around, and my eyes set on Ellie. Oh no… oh no… I tried to close my eyes but Dream-Me wouldn't obey. I couldn't help but look on as Ellie's eyes glimmered red, a deeply disturbing expression settling in her gaze.
" Like, Visser, wake up!"
I jerked awake at the touch of Ellie's hand, cold Andalite sweat matting my fur. I spun my stalk eyes around and looked at her. Green eyes. Ditsy expression.
Phew…
" Like… ew, Visser," Ellie said, shaking her hand in disgust. " Do you need some like, antiperspirant or something?"
I felt my cheeks turn blue. I know, they're already blue… DARKER blue, you moron.
" My stomach is HUGE," Ellie said quite irrelevantly.
( Is THAT why you woke me up? ) I exclaimed in indignation.
Ellie laughed wholeheartedly, fixed a bright pink pompom on her equally pink sweater, and beamed at me. " Oh no, Visser. The like, PEOPLE want you to wake up now, because we're like almost there."
I LEAPED out of my bed and onto the warm-carpeted floor, just dripping joy. ( We ARE? ) I asked. ( … Well, good, good. Why don't you get your things ready, and mine too, as a matter of fact, and we shall be off! )
Ellie raised an eyebrow at me. Was she refusing to pack my things? Was she really so lazy a Yeerk? I simply REFUSED to believe it! Where did I go wrong, huh? WHERE?
( Ellie? ) I said sweetly. ( … NOW. )
Ellie frowned, belched out a very aristocratic "HMMPH!", spun around, and dramatically stormed away into her room, muttering to herself.
Too many commas in that sentence, I know.
I sat on my bed and looked out the window. There was the familiar black, star-studded sky…
But no Yeerk home world.
( Ellie? ) I asked dubiously.
" Yeah?" she called out from her room.
( Are you sure we're almost there? )
" Yes, Visser, I'm sure. Just, like, look out the window."
( I am looking out the window. )
" Well, like, look closer!" she snapped.
( Ellie! ) I exclaimed. ( You'd think I would notice a damn PLANET! )
" Oh. Well, you like never know, Visser! Iniss wouldn't!"
( How DARE you compare me to that meddling fool? )
I heard a door close, and I spun around to face a very exasperated Ellie.
" Visser… That window points to the back of the ship." She looked at me as if I was beyond help.
( Oh. ) I blushed. ( … Oops? )
Ellie just stared.
( Stop looking at me and get back to work, low-rank! ) I snapped angrily, appalled by the intense disobediance present in this female.
Ellie stuck out her tongue snobbishly at me (A reeeeaaal Visser One clone, this one…) and walked back into her room.
As for me, still embarrassed, I took a nice morning (Afternoon? Evening? NIGHT?) stroll down to the window in the main room for a FRONTAL view outside the ship… boy am I stupid sometimes.
As soon as I gazed out into the pitch black sky, I saw it. A beautiful, green-shaded planet, streaked by bolts of lightning and gray-green tints and – alright, maybe beautiful isn't exactly the word I was looking for.
We were closer that I had pictured, at first. My Blade ship's computer was just turning on the landing lights as we shot at full speed through the planet's atmosphere only moments later. Soon, we would land. I thought about going to help Ellie pack the rest of the cargo onto the luggage belt, but I figured, hey, we'll be staying here for a while… we'll just bring the important stuff, i.e. MY stuff, and come back for the "seconds", i.e. Ellie's stuff, later.
Satisfied with this plan, I smiled to myself as I slowly walked to the ramp and prepared to exit. Iniss joined me a few moments later, followed by an exhausted-looking Ellie, just as the computer announced:- Preparing for landing. Please secure all inanimate objects of your belonging onto the cargo belt and prepare to exit the ship. Thank you and have a nice day.
I don't know WHO programmed Yeerk technological computers to wish everyone on the freaking ship a nice day EVERY. FIVE. SECONDS, but I swear to the lords it has GOT to stop. I felt a slight impact, softened by the compensators of course, as the ship landed on the Yeerk homeworld's rough terrain. You're home, Visser Three, I thought to myself with a bittersweet sigh as the ramp slid open and I walked out of the ship, into the world beyond. I think Iniss's bad excuse for a poetic mind is starting to rub off on me. ---" Welcome, Visser, to the Empire Building," a Hork-Bajir guard said, smiling at me in that gritty, toothy, disgusting Hork-Bajir way.
The Empire Building. I practically wet myself right then and there! Every Yeerk DREAMS of going inside the Empire Building. Even me, hihi! … No, I'd never been in it. But now I was about to set foot in the luxurious, high-rank-only, human "luxury hotel" styled building that made the Yeerk home world what it was. It was a super-luxurious, twenty-three-floored residence for the high-ranking Yeerks of the Empire's hierarchy: The top ten Sub-Vissers, the Vissers, and of course the Council of Thirteen. A room was reserved for every member of the group. Even me, although never before had I set foot in my Building room.
I looked up in well-supressed awe at the long array of windows lining the height of the Empire Building. My first thought, surprisingly enough, was that I should get inside, find Visser One, and have a long overdue fight.
LONG overdue.
There would be some blood. And bruises. Many bruises. And much blood…
Yes…
" Like, where are we?" Ellie snapped me abruptly from my devious thoughts.
( Oh! … Ahh, the Empire Building. ) I snapped dismissively. ( We'll be staying here. And unfortunately, we all have to share a room. So Iniss, no talking, and Ellie, no whining. )
" YEEESSS, VIIIIISSER!" Iniss talked.
" Like, fiiine…" Ellie whined.
This was going to be a long stay in the Empire Building, I reckoned…
" Are you going to enter the building, Visser?" the guard asked politely.
( Yes, actually I AM. ) I snapped, and walked in. The nerve of these people! Can't even stand outside anymore without getting bitched at by a Hork-Bajir! ( And hardy-har for you, you get to stand out here in the raiii-hain! )
Ignoring further comments by the offensive Hork-Bajir, I walked inside the building and found myself strolling down a long, red-floored corridor. At the end of this corridor was, of course, the main lobby of the building. Upon entry of the luxurious lobby, the first thing I noticed was a slim, but well-built human-hosted male with short, silky-looking brown hair and training gear chatting pleasantly with the receptionist, who was sitting behind his gigantic kitchen island of a reception desk.
( You two go upstairs to wait for the cargo, ) I told Iniss and Ellie. ( It is Room Double-Zero-Three on floor twenty-one. )
I gave Iniss a fish eye.
( I'm guessing you can remember that, you worthless garshnit? ) I snapped.
Iniss and Ellie didn't say a word. They figured I was not in the best of moods, and decided to avoid the storm and simply do as I say. I watched them as they disappeared down a side hall, heading toward the public ascension shafts.
" So I was wondering if we could get some extra gauze charges?" the male dressed in training gear suggested happily. " A friend of mine hurt his ankle while running."
Oh great. A gentleman. There goes my daily portion of Anda-grass.
The guy behind the counter smiled and handed him about TEN gauze charges. He said something in reply, too, but I wasn't paying attention.
As soon as Training Gear got the gauze charges in his hands, he waved the guy a thank you and started back toward another side hallway. The training room, no doubt.
I followed him.
( Excuse me, ) I said forcefully.
Training Gear turned around and smiled at me. WOW. Not to sound gay or anything, but HE was handsome! He looked better than Councilor Eight, I swear to the lords! … Wonder what his rank was. Wouldn't it be funny if Councilor Eight got bested by a Sub-Visser? Well, a Sub-Visser who is incredibly good-looking – okay, how about I just stop here before you get scarred for life?
ANYWAY.
" Well, Visser Three, right?" Training Gear asked with a secretive smile. " Nice to meet you. Did you need anything?"
( Um… ) I tried not to blush. ( Actually, I was looking for Visser One. Would you know where she may be? )
Training Gear's eyes widened. " Yeah!" he said. " She's training. I'm going to the room right now, if you'd like to follow."
I shrugged and nodded, galloping up to join him.
" It's just a few rooms away," he said. " But tell me… are you and Visser One friends?"
( Nah. Worst enemies, actually. )
Training Gear looked puzzled, but I suppose he decided not to ask. " Oh. Nice…"
We walked a few more feet, and then Training Gear pointed to a room two doors away.
" There it is," he smiled, running the last few steps and walking into the room.
I followed, once again, and peered into the room.
I saw Councilor Eight running, and thankfully he didn't see me. But when I saw Visser One, for the first time in such a long time, running to catch up with him, I couldn't help but let out a thought-spoken ( Visser One! )
Visser One turned back and looked at me. Her eyes widened and her face contorted into an expression of disgust.
" Visser… Three?" she exclaimed, not at all thrilled.
But I was not answering. For I too was not at all thrilled…
( Visser One! ) I stared in utmost shock. ( What did you DO? )
Oh God. What… What had Visser One done to her –
" What do you mean, what did I do?"
I pointed at the disgusting THING. She looked at my half-shaking finger and nodded.
" Oh, that." she said, waving her hand dismissively. " Yes, so? Do you not like it?"
( … NO! ) I shrieked.
I was in shock. I was in horror! The first time I see Visser One in a YEAR, and THIS is how she GREETS me?
No, seriously…
… What had she DONE?
To be continued…
Yep. I know. A cliffie. AND a shortie:P
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