Animorphs: The Untold Stories#1 The Revenge

By: HephaestusBuilds

(Author's Note)

I do not own the Animorphs, or anything for that matter.

My AU story in which David returns with the help of Crayak to kill the Animorphs.

David returns with in human form with his ability to morph, he manages to easily capture the Animorphs and tells Jake that he must make a decision, one of the Animorphs must die by his hand.

While this story includes all the Animorphs and some other characters it is featured around Jake.

Genre: Sci Fi, Action, Adventure, Romance, Depression/Hurt/Comfort

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Chapter 1 Jake: The Wolf

You know there are just some things that you don't want to see when you first get home after school. Things like seeing your parents waiting for you at the front door, seeing a police car outside your home, even seeing your house burst into flames when you walk up the front steps. But nothing, not even seeing your house light on fire compares to walking through the front door and finding your parents sitting at the dining table talking to... your vice principal. This particular vice principal's name was, Mr. Chapman. Him being a normal vice principal would be bad enough, but, unfortunately, as we all know, he isn't a normal vice principal. He's a controller. If he knew my true identity, he would kill me without a second thought, or worse, make me into a controller. Make me turn against my friends, slowly capturing them all and turning them into controllers as well.

Oh shit, that got my mind racing, what if he knew, knew about me and my friends, knew that we, and we alone were the cause of all his problems? If he did then I was beaten, if he knew, then he had me surrounded, even if I couldn't see them, I knew there were dozens of Hork-Bajir waiting for me. Where, I thought. Where could they be? I didn't see any loading or semi trucks big enough to hold them on the street. Maybe they were further in the house, waiting, waiting to grab me and drag me down into the Yeerk Pool. Was He here? Waiting to grab me? Possibly kill me? I know that I'm valuable to Him, but maybe I'm more trouble than I'm worth? Hopefully, for my sake, I am.

I couldn't do anything, nothing. So I just stood there, looking at them, trying not to look like a nervous wreck, which I was.

"Jake?" My mother said, sweetly. "why don't you sit down?" I sat.

"Hello Jake, nice of you to join us. I was just going to talk to your parents about your strange behaviours lately." Mr. Chapman said, sounding just like the normal principal he was supposed to be.

"Strange behaviours?" My Dad asked, skeptically. "Like what?"

"Things like showing up to school half asleep." Mr. Chapman replied. "He has been missing classes, showing up late. According to his teachers he hasn't been turning in homework for the past several weeks."

My parents just looked from Mr. Chapman to me, my Dad had a disappointed look on his face.

"Now," Mr. Chapman continued. "This is a very common thing, this happens all the time this time of year. The school year is almost over so kids start to slack off on their school work. He's almost a senior, so this is very common. But I don't want this to happen to a nice kid like you, Jake, you always got your work done, you showed up to school on time everyday, wanting to learn. What has happened?"

Now, you have to understand that I didn't see this coming, he sounded actually concerned with my grades. I half expected him to break the news to my parents while he dragged them and me down to the Yeerk pool laughing maniacally as he did it. So I didn't know what to say.

"Jake," my mother said, looking right at me. "Answer Mr. Chapman, what's been going on?"

"Uh, I don't know, uh..." I rambled, trying to come up with a good lie.

"Jake," My father said. "That's not an answer, tell us, tell us what is happening."

Now, I was about to answer him when my dog, Homer, started barking like mad.

"Rrrooowww! Rrroow! Row! ROW!" "What is he going on about now?" My Dad said, standing up.

"What's that?" Mr. Chapman asked, questioningly.

"It's just our dog Homer, he's just outside. He probably just found a squirrel in the yard again." My Mom answered.

Then, from the backyard came a sound that made my teeth rattle.

"RRRrrrrrooooorrrwww!"

"What was that?! Was that Homer?" My Mom asked.

"That couldn't be Hommer, that sounded like a coyote or something!" My Dad yelled. Just then, from the backyard came the sound of a fight, biting and clawing and finally came the sound of Homer, whimpering, as if he was hurt. I didn't waste any time, I rushed to the sliding glass door the connected to the back deck and threw it open. And I just stood there, awestruck, you wouldn't believe what I was seeing, I was seeing my dog, Homer, in an all out brawl with a wolf. As I was watching, the wolf smacked Homer on the side of his head him it's paw, knocking him to the ground.

"Homer!" I yelled, as I started to run up to him. The wolf snarled at me then it lunged at me.

"Jake!" My father yelled as he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back into the house, kicking the wolf in the face. "Watch out, that wolf will kill you."

By this time Homer picked himself up and attacked the wolf, Homer was going for it's eyes and face. Homer was fighting back with so much veracity, Homer looked like a well trained attack dog. It kind of shocked me, I've never seen Homer so violent before. He had always been a very mild mannered and goofy dog. But I guess that inside every mild mannered dog is a wild animal.