Applegate, K A - Animorphs 01 - The Invasion

by The Invasion (lit)

  CHAPTER 20

  A male Siberian tiger, to be exact. Ten feet long. Seven hundred pounds of deadly speed and unbelievable power. You know those old Tarzan movies you see on TV sometimes, where Tarzan is wrestling a tiger? And actually winning? Let me tell you something. You want to know what your chances are of wrestling a tiger and coming out alive? They're about the same as your chances of jumping off the Empire State Building and surviving. "I have an idea," Marco said shakily. "Let's leave." "Don't run," I said. "It might just get his attention." "I think he's noticed us," Marco said. "I think he knows we're here, Jake. I think he's looking right at us! Look at his teeth!" "Don't freak! I have an idea. The morphing. If I acquire him, it'll put him in a trance." "Acquire? Acquire what? You can't acquire anything about him. He's the acquirer, and you're the acquiree. He's going to acquire your butt for dinner! He's going to acquire you and spit out the bones." I swallowed hard. I tried to touch the tiger, but my hand was shaking too much. I took a couple of deep breaths. I heard somewhere that's supposed to calm you down, t guess it works. Unless you're practically sitting on a tiger. Then absolutely nothing calms you down. "Nice tiger," I whispered. He just watched me. He had this lazy "who cares?" look. This look of total, complete, absolute confidence. Almost like he thought I was funny. Like maybe he enjoyed watching me shiver and shake. "Please don't kill me," I said. "Don't kill me, either," Marco added. I reached my shaking hand toward the tiger. His eyes followed my hand, I touched his flank. It rose and fell with his breathing. "Concentrate," Marco whispered. I was already concentrating real hard on the tiger. I was concentrating on his teeth, I was concentrating on the rippling muscles under his pale orange and black pelt. I was totally concentrating on the fact that he could swing that big, massive paw of his and send my head flying across the grass like a soccer ball. Then the tiger's breathing slowed. His eyes fluttered a little and slowly closed. "How long does the trance last?" Marco whispered. "Well, about ten seconds after you break contact. That's what it was with Homer." "Ten seconds? Ten seconds?" "Yeah. So be ready to run." "I've been ready to run!" I started to pull away, but then I hesitated. It was a strange moment, because right then I realized what I was doing. It hit me. This tiger was becoming part of me. All that power and confidence was becoming part of me. "He's beautiful, isn't he?" I said. I expected Marco to say something sarcastic. But he said, "Yes. He's magnificent." Then he added, "But let's get out of here before he shows us why he's king of the jungle." "That's lions," I said. "They're supposed to be king of the jungle. But let's not tell him that. You ready?" He nodded. "Now!" I yelled. I jumped up and we tore for the ladder. In my head I was counting off the seconds: one-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand . . . Something moved. Fast! An orange and black blur! Right then I realized it. Duh. There was more than one tiger in the habitat. I heard screams coming from the spectators above. I guess they could see us now that we were out of the bushes. Marco leaped and grabbed the rungs of the ladder. He scrambled up. I was about one-tenth of a second behind him. The tiger leaped. His claws scraped the concrete just inches below me. And then he let out a roar that made the rungs of the ladder vibrate in my hands. Ggggggrrrrraaaawwwrrrr! What a noise! It echoed and reverberated and made my insides turn to liquid. Marco practically flew up the ladder and over the side of the wall. I flew right after him. It's amazing how fast you can climb a ladder when there's a tiger roaring for your blood. "There they are!" someone yelled, "Get them. Stop!" Guards! At least three of them. "Should we morph?" Marco yelled to me. "No! Just head for the crowds! There! Over by the dolphin tank." It was a close call, but we made it to a big crowd just a dozen feet ahead of the guards. From that point, all we had to do was hunch down and squirm between all the people till the guards lost sight of us. We worked our way to the front gate, always crouching so our heads wouldn't show above the crowds. "What did you do, morph into a midget?" It was Rachel. She was right in front of me, looking amused. Tobias and Cassie were there, too. "The guards were after us," I said. I had almost stopped shaking from my close encounter with the big cats. Almost. "Oh, quit playing around, Jake," Rachel said. "Let's get out of here. I have to be home for dinner." It turned out the other three had not been chased at all. They'd lost the guards easily, and had just gone on acquiring morphs while Marco and I were risking our lives in the tiger habitat. The most annoying thing was that none of them even believed our story. Marco and I were a little resentful over that. We climbed on board the bus and practically collapsed into the seats. "We could have been killed," Marco said, pouting. "Really. I'm telling you. It was down to a few inches." "Yeah, whatever," Rachel said. "Don't obsess over it. After all, we still have tonight to deal with. Whatever danger you think you had today, it will probably be nothing, next to what's going to happen tonight." "Tonight." Cassie shook her head. "And I haven't even thought about studying for that math test tomorrow." Rachel laughed. "We may not have to worry about tomorrow." "Thank you, Little Miss Cheerful," Marco muttered under his breath.

  CHAPTER 21

  "Where have you been all afternoon and evening?" my mom asked me as we sat down for dinner. My family is very old-fashioned about dinner. We ah have to sit at the table. No TV. My mom's a writer, so she hates TV unless it's one of her favorite programs. "Where have I been?" I repeated the question. "I'm . . . hanging out. You know. Hanging with Marco." "I don't know why you bother to ask," my dad said. "His answer is always the same — hanging out." "So what did you do at work today, Dad?" I asked him. "Hung out," he said. He gave me a wink and we all laughed. I glanced over at Tom. He was eating chicken cacciatore like the rest of us and laughing. He seemed so normal. "You doing anything tonight, Tom?" I asked him. "Why?" I tried to look casual. "You know, I was thinking maybe we could shoot some hoops," I said. "Maybe you could teach me some new moves and I could take another shot at making the team." "Sorry, man," he said. "I have things to do tonight." "Yeah, like what?" I asked. "Hanging out, no doubt," my mom said. "Eat the broccoli, Jake, it's good for you. It's full of trace minerals and vitamins you can't get anywhere else." "Okay," I said to my mom, "You know how much I love trace minerals." I popped the smallest piece of broccoli I could find and tried to gag it down. I guess it wasn't any worse than eating a live spider. "So, Tom, what was it you said you were doing?" I asked again. He gave me a dirty look. "Do I have to check in with you now? I have things to do. Is that okay, little brother?" "A girl," my dad commented. "I know these things. I'm a doctor." No, Dad, not a girl, I wanted to say — a Yeerk pool. What's a Yeerk pool, Mom? Well, it's kind of a long story. I decided to try one more time. I guess a part of me still refused to believe what Tom was. "Maybe you're just afraid to shoot hoops with me. Maybe I'd kick your butt." "Yeah, that's it. Happy now?" Tom sneered. His gaze met mine. Was there some sign in those eyes? Some evidence of the selfish, evil creature that was controlling him? No. I wish there had been. But there is no way to know who is a Controller and who isn't. No way. It's what makes them so hard to stop. They can be anyone. Anywhere. Even a person you think you know. A person you admire. Look up to. Love. I broke my gaze away from Tom's and looked down at my food. A few minutes later, Tom got up to go. I knew where he was going. After he left, I went to the upstairs phone, where my parents couldn't overhear me. I called Marco. "He's on his way," I said. I called Tobias and Rachel. I tried to call Cassie, but I got her mother instead. "She's not in," her mom said. She sounded worried. "She wasn't home for dinner. She went out to feed some of the animals and didn't come back." My stomach clenched. "She's probably just out riding one of the horses," I said, trying to reassure myself as much as Cassie's mom. "You know Cassie." "All the horses are in their stalls," she said. I took a couple of deep breaths. Something was wrong. What had happened to Cassie? "I'll look around for her," I said. "Don't worry. I'll bet she just saw some injured animal or something and went off to rescue it. You know Cassie," I said again. "Yes, I'm sure she's fine." Right. She was about as sure as I was. But what could I do? The plan was set to attack th
e Yeerk pool and rescue Tom. Maybe Cassie was already at the school, waiting. Maybe. I had a very bad feeling as I rode my bike to the school. I hid the bike across the street, the way we had planned. Then I hooked up with Marco and Rachel. "Cassie's missing," I said. "And where's Tobias?" Rachel pointed up at the sky. The sun was setting fast, but I could see Tobias circling high overhead. "What is the matter with him?" I exploded. "He's got a two-hour time limit and we don't know how long this is going to take!" "Maybe we should bail until we find out what happened with Cassie," Rachel said. "Could be she's just scared," Marco said. "I am." "Maybe," I agreed, although I doubted it. But they say you never know who's going to be brave or cowardly in a battle. I just hoped I wasn't a coward. The truth was, my mouth was already dry and my heart was already pounding. And we hadn't even done anything yet. Tobias swooped down and perched on Rachel's shoulder, ft surprised me a little. Why would Tobias perch on Rachel's shoulder? And she didn't seem at all annoyed. She rubbed her head against him a little. «Are we doing this, or not?» Tobias asked. This was not starting off right at all. The bad feeling in my stomach was just getting worse. Cassie missing. Tobias already morphed. Everyone was looking at me, waiting for me to decide. "Yeah, we're doing it," I said. The school was locked up for the night. But Marco had taken care of that little problem. He knew of a window in the science lab that didn't lock. We crawled into the science lab through the window. It was dark, except for the dying light of the sun that glinted off the glass beakers and test tubes. Tobias drifted through and landed neatly on the teacher's desk. "Let me take a look," I said. I opened the door as slowly as I could and peeked out through the crack. I could see down the nearly dark hallway to the janitor's closet. Instantly I pulled back in. "There are people out there!" I said. "Three people heading into the closet." "Controllers," Rachel said. "I guess it's dinnertime for Yeerks." None of us thought that was very funny. "How are we going to get in there?" Marco asked. "Wait a minute," Rachel said. "Do all the Controllers know each other by sight? I mean, maybe we're Controllers, right?" "So we just walk right on in like we belong there?" Marco asked. "Wonderful plan, Rachel. I have a better idea — let's just kill ourselves now and get it over with." "Maybe Rachel's right," I said. "Big maybe," Marco pointed out. "Big, huge maybe. How about Tom? He would know whether you were a Controller." I cracked the door again and looked out. "I think Tom's already down there," I said. "Besides, the hallway's empty now. I guess they all . . . " I fell silent. "Wait, here comes someone." I stared. It wasn't easy to see faces in the gloom. I could tell there were two people. One was wearing a uniform. It was the Controller policeman. And he was rudely yanking someone along with him. I could see that it was a girl. I didn't really want to see any more. "Tobias," I said. "I need you to use your hawk's eyes," Tobias fluttered over and stood on my shoulder. He peeked his fierce head out into the hall and then drew back. «Yes,» he said. «It's her.» I felt like the floor had opened underneath me. Marco grabbed me because I looked like I was about to fall over. "They have her!" I whispered. "The Controllers. They have Cassie!"

  CHAPTER 22

  "Who has Cassie . . . now?" Rachel stammered. "That policeman. The Controller, the one who came out to Cassie's farm. The one who was at The Sharing meeting. He has her. He saw her at the meeting trying to get close to the full members." Rachel let go a few choice words. We hadn't even started and already everything was a disaster "Okay," I said grimly. "We go ahead, like Rachel said. We figure there are too many Controllers for all of them to know each other. I mean, they add new bodies all the time, right? So maybe we're new Controllers, right?" "Oh, man," Marco moaned. "You have a better idea?" I snapped. "No," he said. "I think we go ahead. We take our chances. Let's rock and roll." "Okay, then, everyone act cool." I looked at Tobias. "Too late for you to morph back now. But try not to let them see you." Rachel, Marco, and I stepped out into the dark hallway. My legs were stiff. My knees were rickety. I was walking like Frankenstein trying to look casual. We headed for the janitor's closet. Fortunately, no one else was in the hallway. We entered the tiny room and stepped inside. I tried to recall the sequence for opening the door. Faucet to the left, then twist the second hook around right. The door swung open. There was more noise than there had been the other day. Or maybe it was just that my human ears heard it better than my lizard ears had. There was a deep sloshing, swooshing sound, almost like gentle surf breaking on the shore. But that was the nice sound. The other sounds were horrifying — despairing cries, terrified screams, shouts, shrieking triumphant laughter. "You sure this is just the Yeerk pool?" Marco said in a nervous, shaky voice. "I see a guy with horns and a pitchfork and I am outta here." I stepped into the opening. The stairs were steep and there was no rail, so you felt like you were about to pitch forward with every step. We descended together. The door closed automatically behind us. At first I guess I expected there to be maybe a couple dozen steps. But the steps never ended. We just kept walking, and there were always more steps. The walls were dirt, then quickly became rock as we went down, down, down. It felt like those stairs would never end. "Some superior aliens," Marco whispered. "You'd think they could have put in an elevator." We all giggled a little. Very little. Suddenly, the rock walls widened out. We had emerged into a huge cavern. And when I say huge, I mean huge. They could have played the Superbowl in there and had room left over for a couple of malls. It was like a giant bowl turned upside down, all carved out of solid rock. At the very top of the bowl was the faint outline of a hole. I thought I could see stars through it. All around the outer edges of the cavern I could see other stairways, like ours. They seemed to come from every direction, appearing out of the rock walls, and leading down to the floor of the cavern. We clustered closer to the center of the stairway. It was a sheer drop off the side of the stairs. "This is gigantic," Marco said. "This isn't just under the school. This is under half the town. Those stairways must lead up to a dozen secret entrances." He shook his head. "Jake, they have this entire area set up with secret passageways. Oh, man. This is worse . . . this is so much worse . . . So much bigger . . . " I felt the same despair. We were fools. This wasn't some little group of alien bad guys we were dealing with. To build this underground city, these guys had power we couldn't even imagine. That's almost what it was. A city. There were buildings and sheds all around the rim of the cavern. And we could see yellow Caterpillar earthmovers and cranes at work on the far side of the cavern. They seemed weirdly normal in this incredible place. And there were creatures everywhere. Taxxons, Hork-Bajir, and other things I couldn't even begin to guess at. But mostly, there were humans. A lot of them. At the very center of the cavern was a pool, like a small lake, maybe a hundred feet across, and perfectly round. Only the water wasn't exactly water. It moved more like melted lead, and was about the same color. The sloshing sound we could hear was the liquid of the pool being rippled and splashed by hundreds of fast-moving things below the surface. I knew what they were. Yeerks. Yeerks in their natural, sluglike state. They were swimming and cavorting in the pool like kids on a hot day. Near the edge of the pool were cages. In the cages were Hork-Bajir and human beings. Some of the humans screamed for help. Some cried silently. Some just sat and waited, all hope lost. There were adults there. And kids. Women and men. More than a hundred, packed ten to a cage. The captive Hork-Bajir were kept in separate, stronger cages. They paced and howled and slashed at the air with their bladed arms. I almost lost hope. I felt like my heart had stopped. This was a place of unimaginable horror. And we were so few, and so weak. Below us on the stairs I could see the Controller cop and Cassie. He was dragging her roughly whenever she stumbled. They had reached the bottom of the stairs. "I'm going to morph," I said. "I'm going to get Cassie away from him." Marco put his hand on my shoulder. "Not time yet, dude. Be cool." «Cassie's okay, Jake,» Tobias said. «She isn't hurt. Just scared,» "He'd better not hurt her," I said. "Keep an eye on them, Tobias." There were two low steel piers built out over the pool. On one, Hork-Bajir-Controllers politely guarded
a line of humans and Hork-Bajir and Taxxons. This was the unloading station. One by one the people knelt down, bent over, and dipped their heads toward the slimy surface of the pool. The Hork-Bajir helped them. As we watched, a woman calmly bent over, her head just inches above the lead-gray pool. A Hork-Bajir held her elbow gently, to help her keep her balance. Then we saw the thing dribbling, sliding, squirming, crawling out of her ear. A Yeerk. "Oh, no . . . " Rachel moaned. She sounded like she might be sick. "Oh, no. No." When the Yeerk was all the way out of the poor woman's head, it dropped into the pool and disappeared beneath the turbulent surface. Instantly the woman cried out. "You filth, let me go! Let me go! I am a free woman! You can't keep doing this! I am not a slave! Let me go!" Two Hork-Bajir grabbed her. They dragged the woman to the nearest cage and threw her in. "Help!" the woman screamed. "Oh, please, someone help. Help us all!"