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the damned	By : knossos191 Category: A through F > Animorphs Views: 5918 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the book series Animorphs, nor any of its characters. They belong to K.A. Applegate I do not make any money from this story.

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MARCO

Noone knows what it’s like to be the bad man behind blue eyes…
I believe Peter Frampton put it best. But my eyes aren’t blue. They are brown. But everyone who thinks that they know me from Jakbookbooks? Shit, man, you don’t know jack. Have you mread my series? You’re a bit closer, but there’s still shit I didn’t tell you.
People believe me to be the most cynical person on the planet. They believe me to have some of the most fucked up morals of anyone around. But what they don’t realize is that those fucked morals are what saved the world. You want to judge me because I was really responsible for over 20,000 deaths of Yeerks, Humans, Hork-Bajir and Taxxons? Fuck you. You don’t know me. Those 20,000 deaths saved the lives of over five billion humans.
My name is Marco. I’m an Animorph, an actor, a musician, a boyfriend, a millionaire, and a student. This is the life of the Animorphs, after the war.
Let’s clarify. After the fiasco with the Rachel and the Blade ship, we died. Have you ever seen heaven? I have. Cool place. But, unfortunately, it was not our time. We weren’t done blessing the human race with our omnipresence. So the all-powerful pussy, the Ellimist, gave us a choice. After telling us he wasn’t an alien, was actually God. Oops. We could go to heaven, die, and watch as the world fell apart, or we could return to Earth. We would be heroes. We could watch the expression on Rachel’s mother’s face as she learns that her daughter isn’t really dead. Everything would be the way it was before Jake had signed us up for the death mission. Needless to say, we fucking jumped at the chance. Only problem… only I could have any memory of the mission of the Rachel. Apparently the Ellimist needed to harbor the memory in someone in order to make… well, it’s some big fucking technical thing.
I woke up in a cold sweat on my bed. I looked around, saw dark. Then, the memories started pouring back to me. The Rachel, the mission, Ax, all that fun shit. My sheets were soaked. I turned on the lights, wanting to call Weatherbee for a glass of water. I stepped off the bed, and promptly tripped on something that sure as hell wasn’t there last night.
“Oof!” I faceplanted into the floor, bumped my nose, felt something warm running down my lips. I was about to turn my head to see what the FUCK I had just tripped over, and I heard it. The voice I haven‘t heard in two years. The silky yet fiery sound of a girl that could only be in glamour photographs wearing fashion trends. The sweet voice.
“What the fuck!”
“Rachel!” I turned. It was her. The blonde hair affixed on her head, the perfect skin, her excellent abs, her flawless breasts, her… breasts?
I had never seen Rachel naked before. Imagined, of course. Seen? Hell no. Yet there she was, absolutely naked. She looked around, grumy, apparently, having just been waken up from a two year sleep. “Where the fuck am I” She looked around the room, and I tried to avert my eyes, but it was like seeing Anna Kournikova naked. You tend to ogle. “Who are you, and what are you looking at?”
“It’s, uh… me. Uh, Marco.” Yeah, great. Sorry, Rachel, my brain tends to die when naked teen supermodels magically appear in my room. Her eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Marco?”
“Yeah. Um, I tell you…”
“Why am I in your room?” then, she noticed her… um… bareness. “And why am I… no! Did we…”
“No, no no!” I quickly pissed on that fire. Great. She’d be alive for less than two minutes and she’d castrate me. “Um, how about if I leave and you get dressed, I’ll come , an, and I’ll explain everything.” Rachel just now got the concept of modesty, and tried to cover her breasts, then te area between her impeccable legs, and found out that she couldn’t cover three places with two arms. Then she gave up.
“If there isn’t a good explanation for my being naked in your room, I promise that death will follow very soon!”
What could I do? I left.
I had Weatherbee bring up a diet coke for Rachel and a Sprite for me. This was going to take a long time to explain, and I guessed we’d need a lot more sodas.
“I walked into the room, saw Rachel dressed in a pair of my boxer shorts and a long sleeve T-shirt.
“Thirsty?” I handed her the coke. Her eyes looked at it ravenously, and she snatched it out of my hands and popped the top quickly and greedily. She guzzled it down, soda spilling down her cheeks and onto her shirt. “I guess so.”
She looked up at me now, suspiciously. “Where am I?”
“My house.” Her eyes darkened.
“Your house? I thought you lived in an apartment.”
“That was two years ago, Rachel. I live in a house now.”
“Where are your parents?”
“Living in California.”
“Why do I not remember you moving?”
I took in a deep breath. “Okay, what’s the last thing you remember?”
Rl; tl; thought, her eyes blurred, then came back into focus again. “Tobias. He was crying.”
“Do you know why he was crying?”
“I remember I told him I loved him. I was on the Blade ship. I killed Tom. I…” She stopped breathing as the memory came back to her. “I died.”
“Yes, you did, Rachel. You died.”
“Why am I here?”
I told her the story of our rescue mission. I told her about how we died, and the deal we made with the Ellimist. Her eyes watered, but she did not cry. Rachel was a stone. I’ve seen her cry twice. Once was fake, a setup to trap David. The other was when she learned that Tobias had been mercilessly tortured. She was not a crier.
Silence filled the room for about five minutes. I called Weatherbee for refills. Rachel was just now starting to realize that she was back.
“Who knows I’m alive?” She asked me.
“The people in this room. No one else.”
“Tobias…?”
“He doesn’t know.” Another silence.
“Where is he?”
“Christ knows.”
“Why not?”
“Well…” How was I supposed to put this into words? “Tobias was utterly fucked up when you died. He left. The last time I saw him was at your funeral when he stole your urn.”
“My urn?” she asked, quite surprised.
“Yeah. You were cremated. Tndalndalites found a few bits of you floating in space. Specifically, you head and shoulders and a leg with some torso. They also found polar bear hairs on you. You were cremated and put into an urn that is normally used by infants, mainly because there wasn’t that much of you to burn.”
“You know cremation’s a sin, right? Shit, no wonder God was mad at me.” she said. “Some guy was trying to talk God into sending me to Hell. So why am I… alive again?”
“Well, apparently we’re not done fighting.” I told her. “We haven’t quite received all the details about the enemy, but I’m sure God will tell us when he feels like it. That’s how he usually works. So what do you want to do?”
“Find Tobias.”
“Done. Jake knows where he is. We can call him.” I said.
“Then we can call Cassie.” Rachel demanded.
“No, we can’t. God says she’s done fighting. Evidently this next war’s quite a bit more brutal than the last one. She’s done.”
“Well, can I at least be friends with her again?”
“You ask for my permsision?”
“Fuck you.”
“Okay. So we find Tobias. What next?” I asked.
“Call my family.”
“Done. Then?”
“We fight, don’t we?”
The truth of the matter was that I had no clue who we would fight. I assumed that the Ellimist/ God would tell us when the time came, but that was assuming a lot. I looked at Rachel, overjoyed at her return, scared shitless she would goosh my nuts into goo for seeing her naked before Tobias did. I turned over to the phone, picked it up, dialed Jake, thought for a while, put the phone on speaker.
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