Fan Fiction ❯ Animorphs Reality: Megamorphs #1 The Invasion ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

My name is Jake. Thats my first name, obviously. I can't tell you my last name. It would be too dangerous. The Controllers are everywhere. Everywhere. And if they knew my full name, they could find me and my friends, and then . . . well, let's just say I don't want them to find me. What they do to people who resist them is too horrible to think about.

I won't even tell you where I live. You'll just have to trust me that it is a real place, a real town. It may even be your town.

I'm writing this all down so that more people will learn the truth. Maybe then, somehow, the human race can survive until the Andalites return and rescue us, as they promised they would.

Maybe.

My life used to be pretty normal. Normal, that is, until one Friday night at the mall. I was there with Marco, my best friend. We were playing video games and hanging out at this cool store that sells comic books and stuff. The usual.

Marco and I had run out of quarters for the games, right when he was ahead by a lot of points. Mostly we're equally good at games. I have Sega at home so I get lots of practice time in, but Marco has this amazing ability to analize games and figure out all the little tricks. So sometimes he beats me.

Or maybe I just wasn't concentrating very well. I'd had kind of a bad day at school. I'd tried out for the basketball team and I didn't make the cut.

It was like no big deal, really. Except that Tom -- he's my big brother -- he was this total legend on the junior high basketball team. Now he's the main scorer for the high school team. So everyone expected me to make the team easy. Only I didn't.

Like I said, no big thing. But it was on my mind, just the same. Lately, Tom and I hadn't been hanging out as much. Not like we used to. So I figured, you know, if I got his old position on the team . . .

Well, anyway, we were out of money and getting ready to head home when we ran into Tobias. Tobias was . . . I mean, I guess he still is kind of a strange guy. He was new at school, and he wasn't the toughest kid around, so he got picked on a lot.

I actually met Tobias when he was recovering from a swirly. Steve, a friend who also tried for the team, and Brian one of Steve's friends were beating the guys who had given him the swirly. I told the bullies who gave him the swirly not to touch him again before they ran off. Ever since then, Tobias figured me, Steve and Brian were his friends.

"What's up?" Tobias asked.

I shrugged. "Not much. We're heading home."

"Out of quarters," Marco commented. "Certain people keep losing the game -- and losing our quarter." Marco kept jerking his thumb at me, just in case Tobias couldn't figure out who he meant by "certain people."

"So, like maybe I'll walk home with you guys," Tobias said

I said sure. Why not?

We were heading for the exit when I spotted Rachel, Cassie and Nicole. Rachel is kind of pretty, I guess. I mean, okay, she's very pretty, although, since she is my cousin, I don't think about her that way. She has blond hair and blue eyes and that kind of very clean, very wholesome look. She's one of those people who always know the right clothes to wear and how to look like they just walked out of one of those fashion magazines girls like. She's also very graceful becauseshe takes gymnastics, even though she says she's too tall to ever be really good at it.

Cassie is sort of the opposite. For one thing, she's usually wearing jeans and a plaid shirt, or something else real casual. She's black and wears her hair very short most of the time. She had it longer for a while, but then she went back to short, which I like. Cassie is quieter than Rachel, more peaceful, like sha always understands everything on some different, more mystical level.

I guess you could say I kind of like Cassie. Sometimes we sit together on the bus, even though I never know what to say to her.

Nicole is just . . . Nicole. She's fairly attractive, but I didn't know her that well at the time. She has brown hair that isn't really curly or straight. She has blue eyes. She's been pretty good friends with Rachel and Cassie since moving here back in Preschool

"You guys going home?"I asked Rachel. "You shouldn't go throught the construction site by yourselves. I mean being girls and all."

That was a mistake. I should never have sugested to Rachel that she's weak or helpless. Rachel may look like Little Miss Teen Model or whatever, but she thinks she's Storm from the X-Men.

"Are you going to come protect us, you big, stong m-a-a-a-n?" she said. "You think we're helpless just because -- "

"I'd appreciate it if they did walk with us," Cassie interrupted. "I know you're not afraid of anything, Rachel, but I guess I am."

"Yeah, me too." Nicole added a few seconds later, after giving me a look like she was just as pised as Rachel, but she let it slide.

Rachel couldn't say much about that. That's the way Cassie is -- she always has the right words to stop any argument without making anyone feel bad.

"Nice one, Jake," A voice came from beside me, making me jump.

"Oh, hi Brian, Steve, what's happening?" I said

Brian is this guy I kind of know by knowing Steve. He has blond hair in a buzz cut and blue eyes. He's kinda weird, he's afraid of some things that arn't dangerous at all, while not being afraid of some things that are dangerous. He does a lot of stuff with computers and video games.

Steve is a friend of mine who also tried out for the team. He had blond hair, but over time it kept getting darker and now it is almost light brown, which he keeps in spikes. He has green eyes. He's funny, but in a kind of stupid way. He tells all the dumbest jokes and is always saying he's dumb, but all his classes are either advanced for his grade, or normal for the grade ahead of him.

Oh, and Steve does so many crazy stunts that I would say he's addicted to pain. Just the other day he went running down the hall as fast as he could and jumped through the doorway as high as he could. He hit his head at the top of the doorway and got knocked to the ground.

"Just headin home, " Steve said.

"Same here," Marco added.

So, there we were. The eight of us -- Marco, Tobias, Rachel, Cassie, Nicole, Brian, Steve, and me. Eight normal kids heading home from the mall.

Sometimes I think about that one, last moment when we were still just normal kids. It's like it was a million years ago, like it was some totally different group of kids. You know what I was afraid of then? I was afraid of admitting to Tom that I hadn't made the team. That was as scary as life got back then.

Five minutes late, life got a lot scarier.

To get home from the mall we could either go a long way around, which is the safe way, or we could cut through this abandoned construction site and hope there weren't any ax murderers hanging around there. My mom and dad have sworn to ground me until I'm twenty if they ever find out I've cut through the construction site.

So anyway, we crossed the road and headed into the abandoned construction site. It was a big area, surrounded on two sides by trees, with the highway separating it from the mall area. There's a broad, open field between the construction site and the nearest houses. It's a very isolated place.

Originally it was supposed to be this new shopping center. Now it was just all these half-finished buildings looking like a ghost town. There were huge piles of rusted steel beams; pyramids of giant concrete pipes; little mountains of dirt; deep pits that had filled up with black, muddy water; and a creaking, rusted construction crane that I had climbed once while Marco stayed below and told me I was being an idiot.

It was a totally deserted place, full of shadows and sounds that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. When Marco and I went there during the day, we always found all these beer cans and liquor bottles. Sometimes we found the ashes of little campfires back in the hidden nooks and crannies of the buildings. So we knew that people came there at night. All that was on my mind as we crept through the site.

It was Tobias who saw it first. He had been walking along, gazing up at the sky. I guess he was looking at the stars or something. That's the way Tobias is sometimes -- off in his own world.

Suddenly Tobias stopped. He was pointing. Pointing almost straight up. "Look," he said.

"What?" I didn't want to be distracted because I was pretty sure I'd heard the sound of a chain-saw killer creeping up behind us.

"Just look," Tobias said. His voice was strange. Amazed-sounding, but serious at the same time.

So I looked up. And there it was. A brilliant, blue-white light that scooted across the sky, going fast at first, too fast for it to be an airplane, then slower and slower. "What is it?"

Tobias shook his head. "I don't know."

I looked at Tobias and he looked back at me. We both knew what we thought it was, but we didn't want to say it. Marco and Rachel would have laughed, we figured.

But Cassie just blurted it right out. "It's a flying saucer!"