RAF Can Morph! (Read Introduction Before Posting)

[Blazing Angel]

((excuse me kayla but could we have a character bio or self description because you just kind of jumped in as a yeerk with what I assume is a human controller because I dont think hork bjair or taxons would be able to string that sentence together.))

[TobiasMasonPark]

     My eyes flew open.

     Where was I?

     Oh yea...Bedroom. Aliens. Morphing...

     Hard to imagine that it had happened...well, according to the clock, eight hours ago. You'd think a guy who had just discovered aliens would have found sleep hard to come by. And yet, I slept like a freaking baby. No nightmares about those razorblade wielding aliens and their fat, worm-like coparts. In fact, I couldn't remember my dream.

     But the images from the previous night were still fresh in my mind--too fresh, too clear. The way the Andalite smiled at me, despite not having a mouth. The way his blue form just seemed to melt away into the air, like it hadn't been there at all.

     I got up from my bed and walked over to the windows. Looking down at the town, I could see that nothing had changed. And yet, everything had changed. The town looked the same. But the people...

     My neighbours weren't my neighbours anymore. My family...probably not my family anymore. The mail man...How could I have missed it? Of course the mailman! And the taxi drivers, too. All too alien to be normal...

     

[Blazing Angel]

((lol that line is going to stick with me forever. "The mailman...how could I have missed it? the mailman!" Im considering posting that on my signature.))

[TobiasMasonPark]

     ((Glad it made you laugh))

[Cobra (Gymn)]

I as woke I stretched and realized I had my airsoft pistol still clenched in my hand. Then I remembered. The Andalite, the Yeerks, Morphing, Running for my life. I sat there for a moment wondering if it had happened. Hoping I could dismiss it as a bad dream. But it was too real. I sighed. This meant I couldn't trust any one my neighbors, friends, or even family, without stalking them for 3 days first.

[Blazing Angel]

(( your life stinks? I HAD TO COMMIT SUICIDE!))

[Cobra (Gymn)]

((That was lazy writing on my part. By the way is today Saturday or is I a week day?))

[TobiasMasonPark]

     ((Saturday))

[Blazing Angel]

Get the whole weekend to suck your thumb then go to school nice and paranoid.

[RAFrukh]

I woke with a start.

I had fallen face first on my bed last night. I woke up, twisted, and almost fell out of bed.

I thought of the events last night...they had felt so real...but nothing that wild would ever happen to me. My luck was not that good.

Good luck? Finding a centaur alien warrior crashed in an abandoned construction site who warns us about slimy slugs controlling our minds, and already have captured huge worms with teeth and seven foot tall lizards with blades is good luck to you?

I shook my head, trying to forget that which had probably been a dream. Had I screamed? My throat hurt slightly...

I jumped out of bed and prepared to get ready for school...and then I remembered it was Saturday((lol, I typed saturday before you guys said it was a saturday. )). It was sunny and the birds were chirping, so I made my bed and took a shower, planning to head to the construction site.

I opened the front door and the crisp fresh air wafted in, "Mom, I'm going for a walk, I'll be back."

"OK, not to long though.", she said.

I nodded, though she wasn't there, "I know. See ya.", I walked outside at a leisurely pace for the construction site. I hoped I would not run into any of the others there...

[Blazing Angel]

Sub Visser 17: The andalite got away......we may have humans who watched it happen........forge t promotion, I'll be lucky if I'm not sentenced to kadrona starvation!

[gorillaman16]

I woke up the next morning feeling great I don't know why but I did. The weird thing is I should be feeling horrible considering all the stuff that happened last night but oddly i'm fine. Everything that happened last night was crazy, aliens taking over the world unbelievable yet I believe it and can no longer trust anybody. I went to the kitchen to get some food, plopped it in the microwave and sat down to eat.

[TobiasMasonPark]

     I had slept in my clothes that night. So I was still wearing my jeans and t-shirt when I went downstairs for breakfast.

     "You slept in your clothes." My mother commented.

     "No, duh." I mumbled back in retort.

     I'm not usually cranky at breakfast. I went through that whole "don't talk to me, I'm a badass teenager" phase at fourteen. Eventually, I grew up and learned that maybe, just maybe, the world didn't revolve around me. So, I wasn't such a little...well, I guess badass would be the G-rated word for what I was at fourteen.

     "What was that?" My mother asked, eyebrows raised.

     "Nothing. Sorry." I said. "Just...rough night."

     "Yea, well your father and brother were out late last night, too. THEY aren't acting like they woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

     I shrugged. "Whatever."

[Blazing Angel]

I thought you were supposed to be like 12 years old. Well that will be interesting later...hunting for college while fighting a war.

[Terenia]

My eyes snapped open. I was lying on my back, in the exact same position I had collapsed in hours before. The sun was shining through my open blinds, illuminating my bedroom. With a groan I rolled over and reached for my phone, checking the time. Early. Earlier than I was usually up. I threw my phone down onto my pillow and reached for the second item that always sat on my nightstand: my journal and pen.

Flipping it open to a fresh page with the kind of autonomy that arises from months of practice I set the tip of the pen to paper and thought back to my night. It had become common practice for me to record my dreams; I had done it since I was six years old and my mother had bought me my first journal for Christmas. Usually there was no lack of information when I woke up in the mornings, and I had filled a half dozen of the books with disjointed adventures. Today, though, nothing came to my mind.

No dreams? I wondered. Then I thought back a little further. The construction site. The alien. The strangers and acquaintances from school and I, all accepting some weird power to help save the world.

I frowned and snapped the journal shut. It was all very Captain Planet. Kind of a bummer, as far as dreams go, really. It sounded more like something out of a comic book, or a bad Saturday morning cartoon. Not worth writing down.

With a sigh I tossed the journal back onto my nightstand and pulled myself out of bed, covering a yawn as I headed towards the bathroom.