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The Disease, Chapter 10Chapter 10
I was running, running across a great plain. Muscles burning, lungs gasping, hair flying around my face. I was running and running, but I never seemed to get anywhere. It was the same scenery, played over and over and over again.
Then the world around me simply...disappeared. My roach legs motored in the air frantically.
My roach legs? What...
Then I was standing in a room lit with spotlights. The light was hurting my eyes.
"Make a choice."
A coyote was there, talking to me! It made no sense. Two cubes, both glowing blue, popped out of the ground in front of me.
"Make a choice," the coyote urged. "Do it. Do or die."
I couldn't. How could I? They looked just the same.
"Do or die!" the coyote chanted. "Do or die!"
I couldn't do it.
"Do or die! Do or die!"
I woke up screaming. Silence. No cubes, no spotlights, no talking coyote.
Of course not. It had all been a dream.
I brushed my hair off my sweating face and looked at the clock. Seven thirty.
Well, I thoug
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We all stared at the animal in the cage.
"It's a dog," Marco said. "We can get dogs anywhere."
"Not a dog," Cassie corrected. "A coyote."
I stared at the coyote. It was dog-like. Smaller than a wolf, about the size of my dog Cyrus. It yawned and tried to gnaw on the bandage wrapped around its left paw. Then it looked straight at me.
Those eyes were cold and intelligent. Definitely none of the silliness that dogs have.
The coyote is a predator.
"Coyotes are very smart," Cassie explained. "They're very common, so we wouldn't raise any suspicion, even if we were wandering around in people's backyards. They can do thirty miles an hour, but they can get up to forty."
"Wolves wouldn't be common where we're going," Jake said thoughtfully. "It's open plain most of the way, but with some patches of forest. We could use the forest to demorph, I guess."
"Coyotes hunt in packs, on the open plains," Cassie continued. "I thought it'd be the best morph. They hunt in small pack
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"Who are the Chee again?" I asked.
Ax turned his main eyes toward me. < They are the creations of a highly advanced race called the Pemalites. >
"Even more advanced than the Andalites," Marco said slyly.
Elren glanced at him. < Really? >
"Remember Erek King?" Rachel said to me. "He's one."
Erek is a guy - well, he's actually an android. Covered by a hologram. I had seen him not too long ago, when we sabotaged an underwater facility the Yeerks were building. He gives Jake a lot of useful information. I suppose because his hologram allows him to come and go among the Yeerks.
In a normal life, finding out that a normal guy is really an android would have surprised me. But I don't know if anything can surprise me these days.
Jake checked his watch. "Tobias should be back with Erek soon."
He glanced at Cassie. And I swear, she gave him the tiniest nod.
"Ava," Cassie said, turning to me. "Can I talk to you outside for a second?"
Great. A lecture.
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"So let me get this straight," Marco said. "You broke Kayleigh's nose with your math textbook?"
It was after school. Same day. Jake had called a meeting at Cassie's barn. Or more accurately, the Wildlife Rehabilitation Centre. Cassie helps her dad out with the animals sometimes.
And it gives us a lot of animals to acquire, which is always helpful.
Everyone was here. Jake, looking serious as ever. Marco, lolling on a hay bale making bad jokes. Rachel looking great. Cassie, with half her torso in an animal cage. Tobias sitting on the rafter and preening his feathers. Even Ax and Elren were here in their own bodies, both looking jumpy. Even though nobody was here, they were nervous about being seen.
"Actually, it was my biology textbook," I said. "I don't really want to talk about it."
Marco held up his hands in a "peace" gesture. "That's fine. So long as you don't break my nose."
"Shut up, Marco," I snapped.
The others stared at me. I guess they arent used to me lo
The Disease, Chapter 6Chapter 6
School. A place where usually, I don't mind being. But today it was a distraction I really couldn't afford.
I wandered through the hallways like I was in a dream. People gave me funny looks. Didn't care.
I would not, could not, let the Yeerks take my parents.
For the rest of the Sharing meeting I had practically clung to them. I'm not a clingy person, but my mom and dad didn't even notice that I wasn't myself.
Ironic: if they lived with me, they would have known something was up.
Even more ironic: my parents were safer here, where the Yeerks were strongest, but the moment they left for their town they'd be taken.
And wasn't just my parents' freedom at stake here. If the Yeerks were using this virus in another town, they'd be making hosts in that town. Expanding their forces.
We couldn't allow that to happen.
Homeroom. First period. Second period. I drifted through it in a complete daze. Biology was usually my favourite subject, but I couldn't even pretend to pay
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It only took Alter/Visser Three ten minutes to excuse himself after small talk with my parents.
"I must attend a meeting with the full members," he explained, smiling. "But thank you. I look forward to it."
He and my father shook hands. Then Visser Three/Alter walked away. Across the room I noticed Jake's brother Tom leaving his family in the same manner. He disappeared through a door at the side of the stage.
I caught Jake's eye and gave the slightest nod. I knew what he was thinking.
"I'm just going to the bathroom," I told my mom. I gave her my Coke then crossed the room.
There was a door adjacent to the stage entrance marked 'Restrooms'. I pushed open the door, trying to look casual, and went into the girls' bathroom.
Luckily for me, the bathroom was completely deserted. I went into one stall and locked the door behind me.
Jake. I unlocked the door and beckoned him inside.
"Let's hope nobody finds us," he muttered. We began to shed our outer clothing.
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The meeting of the Sharing was in an old clubhouse at the beach. The building used to be for the surfing club and the lifesavers' club, but now it was just an old hall they used for functions and sometimes theater. There was a big stage at one end of the hall, with a microphone and podium set up.
It was old. The whole place creaked every time the wind brushed against the place. But nobody else seemed to care. They were busy eating chicken and pasta from the buffet.
"This looks nice," my mom commented.
Yeah, that's probably what everyone says, I thought.
"It's a really nice place to relax," said Tracey. She was the friend of my parents who had convinced them to come to the Sharing. I glanced at her. Was she a Controller? Impossible to tell. But she probably was.
Or would be.
"What do you think, Ava?" my dad asked, giving me a nudge. "It looks like there are some kids your age here. Know any of them?"
I scanned the hall. There were a few groups of kid
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I jumped in surprise.
Being an Animorph has made me paranoid, big-time. Even as the doorbell was ringing, I was thinking about who it could be. And I am ashamed to say, I thought it could be a Controller.
Stupid, of course. Yeerks don't ring doorbells. If they wanted to kill me, they would just blow up my house.
I weaved around the couch and approached the door. The doorbell rang again.
"Alright, alright," I muttered. I opened the door.
It was my mother.
I had shown my friends a picture of my mother once. They said I looked just like her.
I didn't believe them, of course. My mother is beautiful.
"Hi, sweetheart," she said. "Can you prop the door open? Your father's just getting the bags now."
"I - what?" I said, puzzled. "You're here for the weekend? But I thought you weren't coming home for another month!"
My parents are both doctors and work out of town in a big hospital. My mother is an obstetrician. My father is a surgeon.
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Tobias flapped his wings reflexively, startled by my scream.
< What was that about? > he demanded, but I wasn't listening. I was focusing on the fearsome-looking alien in front of me.
My mind raced. What could I do? All the Hork-Bajir were Controllers, and here was one right in front of me, when I'd least expected it.
I began to morph, then stopped. I couldn't morph in front of him. If the Controller escaped, then it would tell Visser Three everything.
Then I'd be dead. Worse than dead.
That's it, I thought grimly. The Hork-Bajir would not be escaping alive.
I continued to morph. Vaguely I heard Tobias saying something, but my brain was more lioness than human, and was thinking just one thing.
< Ava, you idiot! Stop morphing! >
< I - what? >
I suddenly snapped back into my own mind. Tobias was perched on a nearby tree branch, ruffling his feathers indignantly. I was almost all lioness. And the Hork-Bajir, the seven foot tall, bl
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