Aaand after 372538236463768734 rewrites, this chapter is done... And dumb. Also, I'm sure you've noticed this is early. Like I said before, it's Spring Break. So, depending on the number of reviews and how fast I write, I'll be updating more often. By the way, there will be 12 chapters in total. Enjoy and review!

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Chapter 8

I flew. I rocketed. 1000 miles an hour spinning out of control. The sewage. Not the ideal place for a picnic, let me tell you.

The construction site. What did he mean?

I let the current take me. I didn't fight it. I wasn't sure I'd be able to even if I tried. I knew where I would end up. I'd watched Finding Nemo. The ocean. And then what?

The YPM Controller flooded my thoughts. Man, I didn't even know his name. "Consider it my last prank." I knew what he meant. Visser Three saw him helping me. No way was he letting that go. He would kill him. And knowing our dear Visser, it wouldn't be painless. He would die. And all because of me.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to throw up and kick myself for being such an idiot. In some way, I knew he knew what he was getting himself when he decided to help me and that if I could, I'd save him. But that didn't change the fact that someone would be tortured because of me.

And my parents? What about them? I could only hope that the Visser didn't kill them. I could only hope that he'd be too busy looking for me to hurt them. But I was only fooling myself and I knew it. If he didn't kill them, he'd infest them and that didn't make it any better.

I don't know how long I was there, but I know it couldn't have been long. Eventually I shot up and I wasn't surrounded by metal anymore. I was surrounded by the ocean. The same ocean that could drown me. That could crush me to the size of a Ken doll by its heavy weight. I could drown and my body would never be found because it was so big and- No. Don't think about it. Calm down. You have other things to worry about it.

I swam in the direction I thought was up. I tried not to think about the fact that the ocean was pressing down on me. Was that why I was so claustrophobic? Because my dad was Andalite? I would have to ask him later. After I stopped screaming at him for being an Andalite. After I stopped hugging him in pure relief. If I even got to do those things.

How did Jake and Marco do it? How did they deal with the fact that one of their family members were a Controller? But then, it was only one of them. All my family was in Yeerk hands. I wanted to scream. I didn't. Instead, I chomped down on a bigger fish swimming by me in pure instinct.

It turned around and bit right back. It wasn't the pain that bothered me (though it was intense). It was the fact that suddenly I didn't have a tail. Suddenly, I could see blood and felt woozy. Suddenly, I could see my insides. I was chopped in half!

((Aaaaahh!)) I screamed. I screamed and screamed until I started to choke on sea water. I didn't even notice I had been demorphing. Thankfully, I was only a few feet away from the surface and didn't have Taxxons on my tail so I didn't pass out.

I only got about a second of air because a wave knocked me down and sent me under again. I drank a mouthful of salty water. I wasn't even done morphing yet. Another wave knocked me down when I tried to surface and I threw up.

As soon as I was fully human I started my next morph. I tried to speed through it like I had with all my other morphs. A wave of exhaustion hit me so I slowed down.

When the dolphin's mind surfaced, though, I calmed down. For a minute, I let its playful instincts engulf me. Sure, it was pitch black, but that just meant there were mysteries to uncover. What worries? What Yeerks? There was no sadness. There was no anger. There was no tiredness or fear. Just fun. And that helicopter in the sky just wanted to play.

Wait, what? A voice asked. A helicopter? And suddenly the good feeling vanished and I was thrown back to reality. That voice was me.

THWOK! THWOK! THWOK!

What were they doing there? They're looking for you, I answered myself. So, they figured out my grand plan. I tried to act natural. Be calm. But I guess they realized dolphins usually don't travel solo.

TSEEW! TSEEW!

I jumped. They missed. But suddenly we were playing a game of Tom and Jerry where they were definitely smarter than Tom. Maybe smarter than Jerry.

I dove and motored out of there. TSEEW! TSEEW! I screamed. The water was boiling! Still, I continued. Gasping.

They shot and missed. Something about that bothered me, but I was too busy swimming for my life to worry about it too much. It wasn't until I noticed the water was getting shallow that I realized my mistake. I cursed. Very loudly.

I walked (swam) right into a trap! I was a dead dolphin near the shore.

Sudden, sharp pain knocked me down. ((Aaarg!)) The setting wasn't high enough to kill me. They wanted to take me alive. Like hell I'd let them.

I was close enough to be able to beach myself and I did. I didn't wait that long to demorph, though. I knew that the smaller I got, the harder it would be to hit me. The helicopter got closer. I wasn't Cassie. I wasn't the fastest morpher in the group. But somehow, I managed and I started my next morph. The helicopter fired. Once. The beam would have hit me if I hadn't shrunk that second. My plan depended on my hypothesis that they wanted me alive. They couldn't afford to kill me. They shot again. I let out a groan of pain. My arm healed instantly when it became a leg.

In a minute I had gone from dolphin to human to cockroach. And I wasn't done. See, I was small enough that they wouldn't see me. I was small enough that they couldn't hit me.

I rocketed away on my roach feet. I heard a couple of Tseew!s but none of them came close to hit me. A few minutes later, I heard a long wail. I started laughing. Police sirens.

And the Thwok Thwok of the helicopter faded away.