Invasion a-1
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"I'm guessing that was a Yeerk," Marco said. "Either that or a very big wad of slimy chewing gum."
Suddenly we felt that blast of pain, straight from the alien. I could also feel his sadness. He knew his time was almost up.
"Are you saying they take over human beings?" Rachel asked. "People? These things take over their bodies?"
"Look, this is serious stuff," I said. "You shouldn't be telling us. We're just kids, you know. This is like something the government should know about."
"How can they do that?" Cassie wondered.
The alien seemed to smile with his eyes.
Another spasm of pain ripped through him, and we all knew he was nearly gone.
"No one is ever going to believe us," Marco said hopelessly. He looked at me and shook his head. "No way."
He was right. If these Yeerks were to wipe out the Andalite's ship, how on Earth would we ever convince people? They'd think we were either nuts or on drugs.
"I don't care if he thinks he's going to die, we have to try and help him," Rachel said. "We can get him to a hospital. Or maybe Cassie's parents… "
"What?"
We all looked at each other. Who was going to be the one to go inside the ship? Somehow we all seemed to agree it would be me. Actually, I didn't agree, but everyone else did.
"Go ahead," Tobias said. "I want to stay with him." He knelt beside the Andalite and placed a comforting hand on the alien's narrow shoulder.
I looked at the doorway into the spacecraft. I glanced at Cassie.
"Go ahead," she said, sending me a smile. "You're not scared."
She was wrong; I was plenty scared. But the way she smiled at me, I wasn't about to weasel out.
I walked over to the door of the ship and looked inside. It was surprisingly simple. It looked cozy, almost. Everything was a creamy color with rounded edges and shapes that tended to be oval. That was one of the things that helped me to spot the box so easily. It was sky blue and square, maybe four inches on each side. It seemed kind of heavy for being so small.
I stepped up into the ship. There was no chair, just a sort of open space where I guess the Andalite stood on his four hooves while he worked the few controls. There weren't a lot of buttons or anything. I wondered if the Andalite controlled the ship with his thoughts.
I quickly reached for the box and started to head back outside. But then something caught my eye. It was a small, three-dimensional picture — four Andalites, standing all together, looking like a strange gathering of deer with solemn faces. Two of them looked very small kids. I realized that this was a picture of the Andalite's family.
It filled me with sadness to think that here he was, dying, a million miles from his family. Dying because he had tried to protect the people of Earth. I felt a small flame of anger against the Yeerks, or Controllers, or whatever they were, for causing this.
I went back to the circle of my friends.
"Here's the box," I told the Andalite.
"I, um… was that your family? That picture?"
I'm real sorry," I said. What else could I say?
We all looked at each other. All except Tobias, who never took his gaze off the alien.
"Powers?" What was that supposed to mean?
"Morph? Morph how?" Rachel asked, her eyes narrowed.
Marco laughed derisively. "Become animals?" Marco isn't the most accepting person in the world.
"He's kidding, right?" Marco asked me.
"No," Tobias said softly. "He's not kidding."
"This is nuts," Marco said. "This whole thing is nuts. Yeerks and spaceships and slugs taking over people's brains and Andalites and the power to change into animals? Give me a break."
"Yeah, it is beyond weird," I agreed.
"We're off the map of weirdness by this point," Rachel said. "But unless we're all just dreaming, I think we'd better deal with this."
"He's dying," Tobias reminded us.
"I'll do it," Cassie said. That surprised me. Cassie isn't usually so quick to decide. But I guess, like Tobias, she felt the truth of what the Andalite was saying.
"I think we should all decide together," I suggested. "One way or the other."
"What's that?" Rachel asked. She was looking up toward the stars. Far, far overhead, two pinpoints of bright red light were shooting across the sky.
CHAPTER 4
The twin red lights slowed. They turned in a circle and came back toward us.
"We have to do this," Tobias said. "How else can we fight these Controllers?"
"This is so insane!" Marco said. "Insane."
"I'd like more time, but we don't have that choice," Rachel said. I'm for it."
"What do you say, Jake?" Cassie asked me. It was odd. Like suddenly I was the one who had to decide for everyone?
I looked up at the Yeerk ships. What had the Andalite called them? Bug fighters? They were circling closer, like dogs sniffing for a scent. I looked down at the Andalite and remembered the picture of his family. Would they even know what had happened to him?
I looked at each of the people around me — my usually funny, occasionally annoying best friend, Marco; Rachel, my smart, pretty, confident cousin; and Cassie, who everyone knew liked animals more than she liked most people.
Finally, I looked at Tobias. It was weird, the feeling I had at that moment, staring at him. A chill or something.
"We ha
ve to," Tobias said to me.
Slowly I nodded. "Yes. We have no choice."
We did. Five hands, each pressed against one side. Then a sixth hand, different from ours, with too many fingers.
Something like a shock, only pleasurable, seemed to run through me. A tingle that almost made me laugh.
"Two hours," I repeated.
Suddenly some new fear washed through the Andalite's mind. Linked as I was to him, I could feel it as a dread that crawled up my spine. He was staring up at the sky with his main eyes. Something else was up there with the Bug fighters.
"What?" I was shaking with this new terror. "What's a Visser? Who's a Visser?"
"No, we'll stay with you," Rachel said firmly. "Maybe we can help."
Again it was as if the alien was smiling at us with his eyes.
We all looked up, craning our necks. Sure enough, the two red lights were sinking toward us. And they had been joined by a third ship, far larger, black as a shadow within a shadow.
"But how are we supposed to fight these… these Controllers?" Rachel demanded.
I jerked from the force of his command. "He's right. Run!" I yelled.
We ran. All but Tobias, who knelt beside the Andalite and took his hand. The Andalite pressed his other hand against Tobias's head. Tobias rocked back, like he'd been shocked. Then he, too, was up and running, stumbling over the loose junk and potholes of the construction site.
A beam of bright red light snapped on. It was a spotlight from one of the Bug fighters. The beam lit up the fallen Andalite and his ship. A spotlight from the second Bug fighter joined the first, and the Andalite shone brilliant as a star.
I hit the dirt hard. I saw my leg lit up within the circle of that spotlight. I yanked it to me and crawled fast, scraping my elbows and knees over sharp stones.
The five of us crouched behind a low, crumbled wall, afraid to move, afraid to look, but just as afraid to look away.
Slowly the Bug fighters descended. It was easy to see where they'd gotten their nickname. They were slightly larger than the Andalite fighter and shaped like legless cockroaches. There were small windows like eyes on the forward-thrust head of the bug. And on either side of the head were two very long, very sharp, serrated spears.
The Yeerk Bug fighters touched down, one on either side of the Andalite ship.
"Okay, you can wake me up now," Marco said in a rattled whisper. "I've had enough of this dream."
The larger ship began to descend. I don't know what it was about that ship, but as it got closer I started to feel like I couldn't breathe. I tried to suck in a deep lungful of air and couldn't. I tried to swallow and couldn't. I wanted to run, but my legs were jelly. I was shaking from a fear so deep it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. It was the same fear that the Andalite had shown when he'd realized Visser Three was coming.
The ship settled toward the ground. It looked like it was going to land directly on a big rusted earthmover parked there. But as the Visser's ship descended, the earthmover just sizzled and disappeared.
Visser Three's ship was built like some ancient weapon. It reminded me of one of those battle-axes the old-time knights used when they were hacking off the heads of their foes. There was a main part, like the handle of the ax, with a big, triangular point on the front. That part had to be the bridge. At the rear were two huge, scimitar wings. It was eight or ten times the size of the Bug fighters.
The Blade ship landed. A door opened.
Cassie started to scream. I clamped my hand over her mouth.
They leaped from the ship, whirling and thrusting and slicing the air — creatures that looked like walking weapons. They stood on two bent-back legs and had two very long arms. On each arm there were curved horn-blades growing out of the wrist and elbow. There were other blades at their bent-back knees, and two more blades at the end of their tails. They had feet like a Tyrannosaurus rex.
But it was the head that got your attention — a neck like a snake, a mouth that was almost a falcon's beak, and, from the forehead, three daggerlike horns raked forward.
I jumped, hearing the Andalite's words in my mind again. They were fainter than before, strained, like someone yelling from far away.
"Did you guys…?" I asked.
Rachel nodded. "Yeah."
"Pity. Right," Rachel said grimly. "They're walking killing machines. Look at them!"
But our attention was drawn away by a new form that crept and slithered and shimmied out of the Blade ship.
"Yeah," Marco muttered. "I think I would have guessed that."
They were like massive centipedes, twice as long as a grown man. So big around that if you tried to hug one, your arms wouldn't make it even halfway. Not that anyone would ever want to.
They had dozens of legs that supported the lower two thirds of their bodies. The top third was held upright, and there the rows of legs became smaller, with little lobster-claw hands.
Around the top of their disgusting, tubular bodies were four eyes, each like a wiggling globule of red Jell-O. And at the very end, pointing straight up in the air, was a round mouth, ringed by hundreds of tiny teeth.
Hork-Bajir and Taxxons poured from the Blade ship, spreading out around the area like well-trained Marines. They were holding small, pistol-sized things that were definitely weapons. They formed a ring around the Andalite and his ship.
Suddenly, one of the Hork-Bajir came straight toward us. He took one big, bounding step and he was practically on top of us.
I hugged the dirt like it was my last hope. I wished I could dig a hole. I saw a flash of Marco's face. His eyes were huge. His lips were drawn back in what could have been a grin, except that I knew it was an expression of pure terror.
CHAPTER 5
The Hork-Bajir pointed his gun, or whatever it was, around at the darkness. His snake head swerved left and right, trying to penetrate the gloom.
The Hork-Bajir moved closer still. He was six feet away now, with just the low wall between us. He had to have heard my heart pounding. Maybe he didn't know what the sound was. Maybe he didn't recognize the sounds of five terrified kids whose knees were quivering and teeth were chattering. Kids who were breathing in short, sudden gasps.
I was sure I was going to die, right then. I could see in my mind the way those vicious wrist- and elbow-blades were going to slice my head from my body.
If you've never been really afraid, let me tell you — it does things to you. It takes over your mind and your body. You want to scream. You want to run. You want to wet your pants. You want to throw yourself down on the ground and cry and beg please, please, please, please don't kill me!
And if you think you're brave, well, wait till you're cowering a few feet away from a monster who can turn
you into coleslaw in about three seconds flat.
But then the Andalite's voice was in my head again.
And this… this warm… this… I don't have any words to explain it. It was just this warmth that spread all through me. It was like when you're a little kid and you've had a terrible nightmare and you've woken up screaming. You know how you used to feel better when your mom or dad would turn on the light and come in and sit beside you in bed?
That's what it was like.
I mean, I was still terrified. The Hork-Bajir was still there, so real and so deadly. I could hear him breathing, I could smell him. But at the same time, I could feel the panic coming under control. I could feel the strength flowing from the doomed Andalite. He was letting us borrow some of his courage, even though he must have been afraid himself.
The Hork-Bajir moved away. Something new was coming from the Blade ship.
Shaking and chattering, I rose high enough to look over the low wall. Every Hork-Bajir and every Taxxon was turned toward the ship now.
"They're all standing at attention," I whispered.
"How can you tell?" Marco whispered back. "Who knows when a jelly-eyed centipede or a walking Salad Shooter from Hell is standing at attention?"
Then he appeared.
Visser Three was an Andalite.
Or at least he was an Andalite-Controller.
"What the… " Rachel said. "Isn't that an Andalite?"
Visser Three walked confidently toward the wounded Andalite. The Visser seemed so much like the Andalite it was hard to tell them apart at first. He had the same mouthless face; the same extra stalk-eyes that turned here and there, checking out everything in all directions; the same powerful yet sleek four-legged body; and the same wicked tail.