Fandom(s): Animorphs
Rating: T (as according to ffnet)
Characters In Chapter: Tobias, Rachel Berenson, Marco
Relationship(s):Tobias/Rachel/Marco, Tobias/Rachel, Tobias/Marco
I was again flying even though I knew it wasn’t the smartest thing to do right now. I had been flying before and had nearly been killed while doing so. But it wasn’t as if I stopped flying that I would be safe. Marco had nearly been trapped mid-morph and Rachel had nearly bled to death. Then again, that’s why I was flying.
Flying was an escape and I needed to try
and pretend I couldn’t die randomly at any given moment. Plus I still liked to
eat as a hawk which meant I needed to fly a few times a day at least.
My stomach was full as I slowly flew back
to the cabin. Rachel came into my mind and I knew now was the time to think
about her. Now when if I wanted to scream and cry out in pain, no one could
hear me.
I knew that something was up with Rachel,
but I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t want to agree with Marco on that point.
But Rachel had kept him and I apart when she first came back. Much more than
she would before she died.
I had kept pushing Rachel’s odd behavior
into the background because I did not want to lose her again and the thought of
her not being the real Rachel was enough to destroy me. But what if she was
connected to the thing that had tortured both Marco and myself? Could I keep
putting off asking her until it was too late?
Marco might be right and now it would be
better to be embarrassed about being wrong than waiting too long to ask. If I
waited too long...I didn’t want to think like that. I would return to the cabin
and would get Marco alone so that we could discuss about questioning Rachel.
I wasted more time going back to the
cabin by diving and performing aerial maneuvers to impress Rachel and Marco
with later. Hey, if all things went well then there would be many good years
ahead of us. If it didn’t go well...I would let those thoughts into my head
once I was talking to Marco.
Finally my cabin was in sight and I could
vaguely see figures in front of it. It would take a minute or two to clearly
see them. And from this distance I couldn’t contact Security to check them out.
Maybe they were wild animals or my lovers in morph.
As I got closer I could clearly see Marco
in Gorilla morph and Rachel in Grizzly bear morph. We had had a few play fights
before that would sometimes look deadly, but this seemed different. Maybe it
was just because I wasn’t close enough to hear their thought-speak that it was
looking deadly. Maybe if I got closer then I would hear them joking around.
I started to flap my wings as hard as I
could and when I was within thought-speak distance I still couldn’t hear them
saying anything. Shit!
Rachel! Marco! I yelled out in
the hopes that they would notice me, but they either didn’t or were too
concerned with their own fight to reply.
Now that I was close I could clearly see
all the wounds that they had caused each other.
As my wings continued to strain with the
effort of flapping them, Rachel was able to land some devastating blows.
No! I yelled out as the truth that Rachel
wasn’t my Rachel became clear to me.
Marco raised his arms to defend himself,
but it wouldn’t be enough. I knew it wouldn’t be enough as the blow Rachel was
about to land would kill him.
I didn’t know what I was thinking, but I
knew I had to do something. I was close enough so I went into a steep dive and
I thought I heard Marco yell out to me. As his volume increased, Rachel’s
Grizzly bear paw knocked me away.
As I tried to keep focused through the
pain, I could see that Rachel hadn’t landed her killing blow on Marco. Darkness
took over me and I enjoyed the sensation. At least part of me liked the fact
that I wouldn’t have to fight anymore. But a smaller, weaker side was telling
me to fight.
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