Fan Fiction ❯ Animorphs Reality: Megamorphs #1 The Invasion ❯ Chapter 8
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: CharmanderAgumon 
"What do you need?"
"Guns, Lots of Guns."
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.23.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 782 | Visits: 153 | Status: Completed
"What do you need?"
"Guns, Lots of Guns."
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.23.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 782 | Visits: 153 | Status: Completed
We quickly turned onto the little dead end off our block and hid in the boat yard until the Controllers' cars passed. Then we quickly went to Steve's house.
We ran in and ten minutes later we cam out with a Sega Dreamcast, two rifles, one shotgun, and three sets of bows, a sleeping bag and clothes all in a bag. We had lots of arrows and ammo.
"What are the guns for"
"I think we should hunt, you know. Try to make our money last."
"And I bet you want to get to defend against some aliens."
"It never hurts to be prepared."
"I should be the one saying that."
We quickly made our way in the direction of our new home.
"Is there anyone else who they might suspect you told?" Steve asked when we were leaving the block.
"Only Nicole, if they know I like her . . . " I trailed off.
"Then we better go get her before they do," he said turning in the direction of her house.
When we got there, it looked totally normal. We were there on time. I had the Shotgun in my hand, so I would have been ready If we weren't.
I put it down and was about to go to her house and ask if she could come fix our 'history report' with me when it happened.
The pitch-black Controller cars came rolling down the block, two of them.
Steve saw this and launched a volley of arrows, imobollizing the occupants of the frist car. It stopped and got hit by the car behind it.
I dove and grabbed the shotgun. I unloaded the gun into the hands and legs of the Human- Controller in the second car, before arrows whizzed over my head removing the final Hork-Bajir from the battle.
Steve went around collecting his arrows quickly while I ran up to the door. I was about to knock it in and go get Nicole, but the door opened and Nicole stood there, slack jawed at the battlefield before her.
"Come on," I said dragging he to the quad. "They know that the three of us were there. They already got our families, we have to get out of here before more come for yours. Do you have a boat or jet ski trailer anywhere?"
"Yeah," she said, still a little stunned. We walked into her garage and saw the trailer in question. I was glad to see there was no jet ski on it.
"Is there a piece of plywood as big around anywhere?" I asked.
"I think so," she said, walking off. I followed her and we found a piece of plywood that should be big enough. We dragged it to the trailer and put it on top.
"Any straps? To hold it down?" I asked.
"Will a belt work?"
"I guess."
She went into the house and came out a few minutes later with a lot of men's belts. Her father's I assume. I took out my pocket knife and made some quick slits through the plywood, all in places I thought it could be strapped down.
"Star strapping it down," I said grabbing half the belts. We started strapping it to the trailer and a few minutes later I was wheeling it out and hooking it to the quad's trailer hitch.
"Where are your parents? And your brother and sister?" Steve asked, wondering why they hadn't come out.
"Out at diner. I came home too late to go."
"Good, that will make less trouble," I said. before dragging her into the house. "Get a lot of clothes, and anything else you might want or need."
She went into her room and came out with a flashlight, a big bag of clothes, and a big wad of cash.
"Okay, lets go," I said.
We went out to the quad where Steve was waiting impatiently.
"Come on , lets go before more get here," he said, surprisingly more fear showing in his voice than I'd expect from him.
"Ok, Nicole, you ride on the quad with Steve, I'll go on the trailer with the guns, just in case they come before we get out of here."
As if on cue three more pitch- black controller cars came around the corner.
We ran in and ten minutes later we cam out with a Sega Dreamcast, two rifles, one shotgun, and three sets of bows, a sleeping bag and clothes all in a bag. We had lots of arrows and ammo.
"What are the guns for"
"I think we should hunt, you know. Try to make our money last."
"And I bet you want to get to defend against some aliens."
"It never hurts to be prepared."
"I should be the one saying that."
We quickly made our way in the direction of our new home.
"Is there anyone else who they might suspect you told?" Steve asked when we were leaving the block.
"Only Nicole, if they know I like her . . . " I trailed off.
"Then we better go get her before they do," he said turning in the direction of her house.
When we got there, it looked totally normal. We were there on time. I had the Shotgun in my hand, so I would have been ready If we weren't.
I put it down and was about to go to her house and ask if she could come fix our 'history report' with me when it happened.
The pitch-black Controller cars came rolling down the block, two of them.
Steve saw this and launched a volley of arrows, imobollizing the occupants of the frist car. It stopped and got hit by the car behind it.
I dove and grabbed the shotgun. I unloaded the gun into the hands and legs of the Human- Controller in the second car, before arrows whizzed over my head removing the final Hork-Bajir from the battle.
Steve went around collecting his arrows quickly while I ran up to the door. I was about to knock it in and go get Nicole, but the door opened and Nicole stood there, slack jawed at the battlefield before her.
"Come on," I said dragging he to the quad. "They know that the three of us were there. They already got our families, we have to get out of here before more come for yours. Do you have a boat or jet ski trailer anywhere?"
"Yeah," she said, still a little stunned. We walked into her garage and saw the trailer in question. I was glad to see there was no jet ski on it.
"Is there a piece of plywood as big around anywhere?" I asked.
"I think so," she said, walking off. I followed her and we found a piece of plywood that should be big enough. We dragged it to the trailer and put it on top.
"Any straps? To hold it down?" I asked.
"Will a belt work?"
"I guess."
She went into the house and came out a few minutes later with a lot of men's belts. Her father's I assume. I took out my pocket knife and made some quick slits through the plywood, all in places I thought it could be strapped down.
"Star strapping it down," I said grabbing half the belts. We started strapping it to the trailer and a few minutes later I was wheeling it out and hooking it to the quad's trailer hitch.
"Where are your parents? And your brother and sister?" Steve asked, wondering why they hadn't come out.
"Out at diner. I came home too late to go."
"Good, that will make less trouble," I said. before dragging her into the house. "Get a lot of clothes, and anything else you might want or need."
She went into her room and came out with a flashlight, a big bag of clothes, and a big wad of cash.
"Okay, lets go," I said.
We went out to the quad where Steve was waiting impatiently.
"Come on , lets go before more get here," he said, surprisingly more fear showing in his voice than I'd expect from him.
"Ok, Nicole, you ride on the quad with Steve, I'll go on the trailer with the guns, just in case they come before we get out of here."
As if on cue three more pitch- black controller cars came around the corner.