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[Leonardodavinci]

I took the opening that Leah provided, thanking god she actually DID something, and grabbed the mag-lite, and swung it straight into Alistair's head. He collapsed like a bag of bricks, knocked unconcious. I checked to see whether he was dead or alive, and confirming that his heart was still beating, turned from him. He wouldn't be waking up any time soon. I look towards Leah with gratitude. "Thank you for kindly providing that distraction. Now, I say that we make sure that Ais is alright, shall we?" I back away from Leah, making sure that she wasn't going to make any rash, unexpected moves, and knelt by Ais, checking her pulse to see if she was alive. I ripped a piece of fabric from the bottom of my shirt, and dabbed it at her wounds, wincing at the really deep ones.

[Qwerty the Charliecorn]

"I--You--What? What are you doing?" I asked, astonished. Edward had just knocked the other Yeerk man unconscious.

I realized what this meant. Edward wasn't a Yeerk after all. I felt a little guilty, and a little relieved by this fact. I felt the need to apologize. But Ais still needed help.

I tried to stand again. This time, the pain was far worse. It was as if someone were drilling into my ankle.

"Ais... Is she okay?"

[Leonardodavinci]

"What I'm doing right now is checking to see if Ais is alive... but I'm not sure. I'm an Art History major... not a doctor." I grimace, and shrug. "She has a pulse, but I know nothing else... It'll take a while..." I step away from Leah.

"I'd recommend that you morph to take away the pain." I commented, noticing her wince. I sit down beside Alistair's unconcious body, and sigh.

[Qwerty the Charliecorn]

"I can't. I don't have anything to morph into." Then I remembered the previous night. The little bug on my arm. "Wait. Yes I do. And, what are we going to do with him?" I said, gesturing to the unconscious body.

[Leonardodavinci]

"Er..." I commented, looking furtively at the body I was currently sitting beside. "Lets just wait until Ais wakes up to talk about that... and if he wakes up before hand..." I patted the mag-lite as my way of finishing that sentance.

"Um... I'm actually not that violent... just.... circumnstances...  Nice shot, by the way" I said, referring to your punch to my ribs.

[Estelore]

<W-what...what in HELL just happened!?> I hissed in pain and surprise.
Alistair was lying on the ground, out cold.
I started to demorph, healing my injuries.

By the time I was human, Alistair was starting to revive.
I jogged back to the entrance of the cave, digging at the brush around the edge.
Rope. Perfect.

"Come on, guys. We don't have all day!"
I grabbed Alistair around the ribs and started to haul him over to the nearest tree.

"Edward, we know you're a Controller. Why the change of heart, eh?"

I started wrapping the rope into a strong, binding knot. Just as Alistair started to open his eyes, I looped the free end of the rope around his neck, pushing one of my feet against the tree for leverage.

"Ais...*gasp*...Yeerk! Let me go! You're...*gasp*...killing me!"

I let up slack instantly.

"What are you talking about? You're the Yeerk!"

"No, I've been using the tunnels to sneak into the Yeerk Pool Complex. I've been passing for a Controller to sneak people out to freedom."

"Then why did you try to kill me? Yeerk liar!"

"I thought YOU were the Yeerk! You knew who Edward was! If an actual Yeerk knew that there were other ways into the Pool Complex, I wouldn't be able to USE the tunnels. They'd be sealed off, or they'd be used to expand the complex."

"That STILL doesn't explain why you tried to kill me!"

"You always told me that you'd rather be dead than a slave."

"...Oh...yeah, I did, didn't I?...uh...thanks, I guess."

"Well, I know I'M not a Yeerk, and you CLAIM that you're not a Yeerk, but how does any of us know that the other three aren't Controllers?"

"That's easy."

"You've got to be kidding me, Ais. Three days? You KNOW what Mom would say! She'd kill us!"

"That's what a Yeerk would say, to get out of staying away from the pool for three days."

"It's also what I would say, because it's TRUE."

"We're still going to stay RIGHT HERE, until I can be sure of you and Edward. Leah, I know I can trust."

"Yeah, but I DON'T know that I can trust her. Or you."

"Which is why we are all going to stay right here."

"I hate it when you get logical on me."

"I hate it when my twin brother is under the control of an alien slug."

"Point taken. Are you going to untie me?"

"No. One less person with their hands free, one less collateral problem."

"Awa' an' bile yer heid, my stubborn sister!"
"Afanc take ye' for a Welshman, my scoundrel brother!"

"Fine!"
"Fine!"

"Good!"
"Good!"

Someone cleared their throat, nearby.

Ali and I looked up at the same time. We had both fallen back on our 'native' accents.

"Well, Ais, now don't ye' feel incredibly foolish? Ye've caused a scene."

"Have ye'ever known me to hesitate to cause a scene?"

"Point taken. I still expect ye' to untie me."

"Yah? Well, I still expect a slug to crawl outta' yer ear, so it's best for all of us if ye' just give up on THAT idea. Also, if I see ye' morphing, I'll clock you again with the mag-lite. Y'hear me?"

"I hear ye'. I don' like it, but I hear ye'."

"Good."

[Leonardodavinci]

I stared. ".......... What? So... who suspects who to be a Yeerk?... I mean, who do we all think is a Yeerk?" I wondered, trying to make sense of the accents...

"Jeez-e-em.... I thought ****ney accents were bad.." I muttered to myself, shaking my head.

"Does anyone need any help, first of all?" I asked, wanting to do something.

[Estelore]

"I suspect you and/or Alistair of being Yeerks. I'll trust Leah, without proof, based on the fact that a man yesterday SHOT AT HER, screaming 'die Yeerk', and my Chee friend didn't detect a Yeerk in her head, while he DID detect one in YOU, Edward. Alistair believes that all three of us are Yeerks. Leah is entitled to her own opinion, and YOU appear to believe that Alistair is a Yeerk. Thus, you can help us all by staying right where you are, for the next three days."

[Qwerty the Charliecorn]

"This is crazy," I said. I looked down at my arm, and noticed a few small droplets of dark red liquid. "And I still have to morph."

[Leonardodavinci]

"Ok... lets wait three days, and see which person starts going insane and needs to be de-infested. And I would morph, if I were you, Leah."

[Estelore]

"And after she morphs, NOBODY else morphs. Especially you, Alistair. We don't need any escape artists. Also, if we go ANYWHERE, we go in a full group, all four."

Alistair piped up again.
"Bessie, you are a nippet with a tongue that would clip clouts."

"Aye, ye' bampot, but ye'r twa bubbles aff the centre if ye' think I came up the River Clyde on a banana boat!"

THAT got some strange looks from our...companions.

"What Ali meant is, 'you rude and foul tempered girl, your speech would rip a cloth to tatters, it's so abrasive!', and I said, 'yes, you nincompoop, but you are a few fries short of a Happy Meal, if you think that I was born yesterday!"

That ALSO got some strange looks from our companions.

I sighed.
"Alright, I realise that there are a few problems with this plan of staying HERE for three days. We could go back to the main cave, of course, but none of us trusts the others enough for you all to let me lead you into the caves again, and I don't trust you fellows enough to let either of you take up the rear guard."

[Qwerty the Charliecorn]

I began to concentrate on the small insect. If only I knew what it looked like. I hadn't gotten a chance to actually see
it. I remembered it having a smooth glossy back, but that was all. I tried to get a clear mental picture of it, and closed my eyes.

When I opened them, I came to find that my skin had turned brown and hard, as if it were made of plastic. "Whoa!" I tried to shout. But before I could open my mouth, my lips melted together, split in half, and grew outward to form what appeared to be long, black, claws.

Then, I began to shrink. But it didn't seem like shrinking at all. It felt as if I were falling, falling downward, surrounded by blue hills--my clothes. Now, I was at ground level, staring at the tall, green spears that surrounded me. Everything suddenly went black, and I wondered if something had gone terribly wrong and I had lost conciousness. <I can't see, I can't see!> I screamed in thought speech. I heard muffled speaking, but couldn't even begin to guess at what was being said. It was like trying to listen underwater.

I felt my bones shifting, and my insides churning, something exploding from my chest, and... Nothing. I moved forward. I could barely see an intense light overhead. I needed to sleep. I needed to get back to somewhere safe and dark, it wasn't time to be up and about. I could hear people calling to me from above, but they didn't matter right now. They would have to wait. I needed to get out of there.

[Estelore]

"Oh, great. She morphs a BUG. I warn her that it en't a safe first morph, I leave for ten minutes, and she acquires a BUG!! Hey, wait. What is she doing? Leah? LEAH! What are you doing? You need to be demorphing now!"

[Qwerty the Charliecorn]

I could still hear them shouting above me. So noisy and annoying. Couldn't they see I was trying to find somewhere to sleep. I climbed over a mound of soft blue cloth and made my way into the forest of big rocks and tall blades of grass. It was uncomfortably bright out there. I couldn't seem to find anywhere dark and cozy, though. What a shame. I'd have to keep searching elsewhere. I turned around and began to head in the opposite direction.

[Estelore]

"Oh, for pity's SAKE!!"

I reached over and picked up the Leah-bug and her pile of clothes, carrying them just far enough into the tunnel to give her some privacy.

I set her down and morphed the cat.

<LEAH, SNAP OUT OF IT!! YOU ARE HUMAN!! DEMORPH. NOW.>