A.N: Argh! I humbly beg anyone who reads this to review for Corn's sake! Whether it's positive (This rocks! Update soon!) or negative (This is the worst thing I've ever read. Go f*ck yourself!), I don't care! PLEASE REVIEW!! Okay, rant over. Here's the recap I promised:
Upon opening his locker, Marco finds his things gone. Instead, his locker is filled with disturbing pictures of people being killed. After closer inspection, he discovers that these are really pictures of vampires. He then wonders if the alliance with the Cullens is really a good idea.
That's if you just skipped the first few paragraphs. If you skipped the whole thing, then I can't help you (or I am too lazy to). Here's the next chapter:
CHAPTER 6: The Sharing
Rachel's POV
I guess once you've been through the kinds of things that me and the other Animorphs have been through, it shouldn't be very surprising when some family that lives in a mansion in the woods turns out to really be something crazy like a coven of vampires, but it was. It also didn't help very much when the hottest guy on the Earth turned out to be one of those said vampires. That's just kind of creepy, but cool in it's own way. What sucks though, is that he's married. That pretty much annihilates any chance of him being mine.
Anyway, complaining and ranting like this makes me sound way too much like Marco and trust me, that's something you don't want to ever do. If Edward's the hottest guy then Marco is definitely the most annoying. He complains and whines and is always telling stupid jokes. He is a real pain in the butt.
Despite being such an annoyance, he did manage to give us some interesting information. The Sharing was putting on a ceremony initiating some new full members. If we showed up, and caused some trouble, then we could free some potential hosts. I was pumped up and ready to go.
The strange thing is though, that when Jake asked Marco how he got this information, Marco turned a little pale, said something about being called to Chapman's office for being late, and then he just changed the subject. It doesn't take an idiot to see that he was hiding something. The plan was, we were all going to tell our parents that we were going to The Sharing with Tom tonight. We wanted to help him support the new members. Yeah, right.
The Cullens were coming as well. They wouldn't be with us, as that would arouse suspicion, but they wanted to take the opportunity to see how the Yeerks operated, and also to know what they were up against. The meeting was in an hour and a half. We were going to meet a half-hour before the meeting to plan our strategy and to explain to the Cullens what The Sharing was really about. We explained about Chapman being a Controller and about Jake's brother Tom being a Controller as well. We also described to them what Visser Three's human morph looked like. We warned them as well about Ax in human morph, about how food is sometimes, okay all the time, too much for him to handle.
"So," Emmett said, "alien boy here would freak out if I gave him a cookie." Oh boy, here we go.
"Cookie. Cook-kie. Cookie! I would like a cookie!"
"Ax likes to play with words too." Jake explained,
"But," said Edward, holding Bella's hand, urrgh, "wouldn't the Yeerks realize that he is an Andalite if he does that?"
"We try to keep him under control," I pointed out.
"Okay," Jake announced, "back to business, we need to get going. Animorphs, morph to birds. Cullens, I'll assume that you can run to the meeting, right?"
"That's right," said Carlisle.
The meeting was being held at First Beach on the La Push (Don't kill me! I'll provide an explanation for why the Cullens can be there later in the story) reservation. The local Quileute tribe often allowed The Sharing to hold activities on their land. If only they knew what they were supporting.
After about twenty minutes, we arrived at a dumpster close to the meeting place and demorphed. Except for Tobias. Whenever he demorphs, it's back to his hawk form. We got our regular clothes out from our place of storage and headed over to the meeting place. It looked like we were early. People were just getting the driftwood bonfire started and I could see a group of nervous looking people standing off to the side. Those were the soon-to-be Controllers, but if we could help it, no one would be enslaved tonight.
The Cullens had already arrived and were seated at a far corner across from us. Tobias was in a tree somewhere looking for anything suspicious. Ax was eyeing the refreshments eagerly. Back behind the bonfire was a large tent where the people would enter free, and come out with a Yeerk in their head. That was our goal: get to the tent.
((Uh, guys,)) it was Tobias, ((you might want to hurry up. The visser is getting ready to start.))
"Okay," Jake said, "Rachel, Marco, sneak out and morph fly. Then try to get over to the tent."
"Sure thing, Fearless Leader. Come on, Xena," if you couldn't have already guessed, that was Marco.
"Let's do it!" unfortunately, I had to whisper as to not be overheard.
Marco and I silently slid under the benches we were sitting on and began to morph. Morphing bugs is gross. Especially this particular one, I mean who wants to have a long proboscis shoot out from their mouth? We finished the morph and began to fly towards the tent.
The visser stepped out and began to speak, "Welcome! Today, I would like to give you all the opportunity to support your peers as they go through this great step to becoming a full member of The Sharing! They have worked hard to achieve this honor and will now be able to experience The Sharing at it's fullest! See them stand before you now," Visser Three pointed at the nervous group of people, "brave and willing to take the next great step in their journey. They have deserved it without a doubt! Now, to the future full members: when I call out your name, please walk over to the tent and my colleague will announce you as a full member!"
He paused for a moment and then shouted, "Jessica Stanley, please make your way over to the tent."
Crap! We weren't close enough yet. Hopefully we wouldn't have this problem with the next person. After a few moments, we made it to the tent. Fortunately, the entrance to the tent was faced away from the crowd. That way, we could avoid being seen as we snuck in.
((Am I the only one who thinks that, just maybe, sneaking up on a Controller in a tent while we're human is just a little insane?))
((Of course not, Marco, it's very insane,)) I said, ((now let's do it!))
((Oh, man. Things are going to go bad now.))
I ignored Marco's comment and kept going. When I had landed a safe distance from the tent, praying that I was out of sight, I demorphed back to human. Marco was soon to follow. Once we were both human, we waited, unfortunately, for Jessica Stanley's infestation. Once that was over and the Visser Three called out the next person, I approached the tent and darted in.
"Anda--!" I covered the Controllers mouth.
"Quiet, if you don't want your neck snapped," I warned. Marco was soon to follow me in. The tent, as we had expected, contained a portable Yeerk Pool. The next person, who's name was Logan Hawburn came up to the tent. I pulled him in and told him to keep quiet, "we're saving you, now shut up," was what Marco had said.
A new thought-speak voice interrupted our situation, ((Unless you wish for my young warriors to kill you, you will follow my instructions,)) Oh, thank God for Tobias. I would have kissed him if he was human and was in here with us, ((first, you will set the temperature on the Yeerk Pool to boiling level and wait for the Yeerks to die. Second, you will let my warriors escape unharmed, then you will let the human go. Boil the pool, but wait for my instrucion before you do anything else.))
To just us and the boy, Logan Hawburn, he said, ((Okay, kid, when you hear the man yell 'Andalite', go to the other kids that are waiting and tell them to run for there lives, then go with them. Make sure to run as fast as you can, and don't look back. Also, don't tell anyone else about this. It will get you in big trouble.))
Back to the Controller, he said, ((wait for my warriors to leave, then wait for further instruction,)) We left the tent and waited silently for Tobias to give his next instruction to the Controller, ((Look out the window of the tent. When my warriors are out of sight, yell 'Andalite' as loud as you can.))
Marco and I ran towards the forest. Once we were at a safe distance, I heard the Controller yell, "ANDALITE!".
Logan Hawburn bolted out of the tent and told his fellows to run for it. They did, and then all hell broke loose.
"Do not be alarmed," the visser shouted, and then, a full grown male Siberian tiger lunged at him. Jake directed his thought-speak so that only us and the Cullens could hear, ((Call off this operation or I will kill you now. You have no chance to resist. One wrong move and I could bite your jugular and it would all be over. Tell everyone in the crowd to leave now, then you will leave, visser, and you will not come back. If you do, we will know.))
"Andalite filth. You will pay and you will serve the Yeerk Empire one day. Mark my words."
Jake slashed Visser Three across the chest then darted off.
"Please do not panic," said Visser Three once Jake had released him, "I will be sure to contact The Gardens and tell them of the escaped animals. Please leave the area in an orderly fashion. I am very sorry that this happened."
The crowd ran away as fast as they could. In fact, some of them had already left like the other Animorphs and the Cullens. I felt good. That had to be one of our biggest successes yet. There must have been one-hundred-fifty people there, and we freed all but one. That was a great victory. It was smart of Jake to be ready, but how did he manage to leave? I'm sure Visser Three wouldn't have let anyone go.
Anyway, we regrouped at the Cullens' this time and discussed our success. We explained to the Cullens that that was how our missions usually went and that's what's to be expected of the alliance.
After we had taken care of that, Marco stood up and announced how he really got the information about the meeting.
His story was anything but comforting.