Katherine Alice Applegate - Invasion
"Okay," he said, "I admit it. I was wrong. These are just normal people having a good time. And Tom is not a Controller."
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Marco was wrong.
I knew what I had seen in Tom's eyes — he was trying to warn me. Somehow he had managed to gain control of his face for just a second before the Yeerk in his head had crushed him.
Tom — the real Tom, not the Yeerk slug in his brain — had tried to warn me.
CHAPTER 14
"They're all going off to a separate meeting," I said. "All the full members. I'd sure like to know what goes on in that meeting." I struggled to sound normal, but my insides were churning.
"I saw people heading that way." Rachel pointed. "Let's see if we can get close," I said.
"What's going on?" Marco asked. "I thought we just decided everything was normal here."
It was Cassie who answered him. "Nothing is normal here," she said. "Can't you feel it?" She shivered. "All these so-called full members, they're all being so perfectly nice. So perfectly helpful. They're so perfectly normal it's abnormal. And all the time their eyes are following you, watching you. Watching you like… like a hungry dog watching a bone."
"Creepy," Rachel agreed. "Like if you took cheerleaders, combined them with gym teachers, and made them all drink ten cups of coffee."
"They are all just a little too happy, aren't they?" Marco admitted. "People keep telling me how all their problems disappeared once they became a full member of The Sharing. It's like some cult or something."
"I'm getting into that secret meeting," I said. I had to know. I had to be dead sure. "Let's get away from the fire. Over behind that lifeguard stand."
"How are you going to get into the meeting?" Marco asked.
"They won't worry about some stray dog that's walking along the beach," I said.
"Some stray… oh," Marco said.
"Good idea," Cassie said. "I'd do it, too, but the only morph I can do is a horse. They would notice a horse."
I checked to see that no one could see us. I waved over my head. A few seconds later, Tobias came swooping silently out of the starlit sky. He landed on the lifeguard stand.
<What's up?>
"The full members are off in some private get-together," I told him. "Do you know where they are?"
<Of course. With these eyes I can see the mice scampering through the dune grass. Nice, plump, tasty-looking things.>
"Tobias! Get a grip. Don't start eating mice just because you're in a hawk's body. What's next? Road kill?"
He didn't say anything. Maybe he was offended at my suggestion that he would ever eat road kill. Or, worse, maybe he wasn't offended.
"Where are the full members?" I asked.
<About a hundred yards down the beach. There's a little bowl-like area formed by the dunes. There are people posted all around, though, like guards.>
I nodded. "Good job. Tobias, you've been in that body for more than an hour. You need to morph back."
<No, I'll keep watch from above for a while longer,> he said.
"No, Tobias," I said sharply. "You need to morph back. You've done what we needed you to do."
<Um, there is that little problem… I don't exactly have any clothes on.>
"Marco has your clothes in a bag. Rachel and Cassie will turn away while you morph."
Cassie grinned. "I am going to have to teach you boys how to morph clothing."
Still Tobias hesitated. <I hate changing back. It's like going back into a prison or something. I hate it when I don't have wings.>
"Tobias, you can always return to your hawk morph later," Rachel reassured him. "Now, come on, both of you. I'll look the other way so your delicate boy modesty isn't offended."
I took a deep breath. It was only my second morph. It still seemed totally ridiculous that I was even thinking about becoming a dog. But as I concentrated, I could begin to feel the itchiness and the squirmy feeling as Homer's DMA combined with the Andalite's technology and began to change me.
At the same time, I could see fingers growing from the ends of Tobias's wings.
"Keep a grip on your human side," Cassie warned me. "We can't have you off chasing cats or whatever. You need to focus hard on staying in control."
I started to say, "Yes, I know," but it came out "Rowr, rowwr, ruff!" I was already too changed to make normal human speech.
I thought my answer instead. <Yes, I know, Cassie. Don't worry.> "But I do worry," she said softly.
I nuzzled her hand with my cold nose and she patted my head. I set off across the sand. Cassie had been right to warn me. The dunes, the surf, the low chirping of sea birds in their hidden nests — all of it was so perfect for distracting my dog mind.
I heard something breathing in the sea grass, and then it broke and ran! I was off after it before I could even think. It ran and I chased. I think it may have been a chipmunk or something. I never could be sure, because it found a hole and went diving in.
I dug frantically in the sand for a while before my human brain realized, whoa, Jake this is not what you're supposed to be doing. Stop it!
I made myself walk toward the meeting. I could hear the murmur of voices. I started to creep closer, then I realized that was dumb. Dogs don't creep around. They just walk or run. If I went around acting like "spy dog," that would make people pay attention.
So I wandered along, like any dog out for an evening stroll along the beach. My tongue lolled out of my mouth. My tail wagged occasionally. The only thing I had to be careful of was not to let Tom see me too clearly. After all, I looked exactly like Homer.
Basically, I was Homer.
I approached the edge of the area. There were high dunes all around. About twenty or thirty people were standing together. Unfortunately, with my weak dog eyes I couldn't see them very well in the darkness.
But I could hear them. I could hear them amazingly well. Sounds that I would barely have noticed with my human hearing were as loud as a boom box set on nine.
And I could smell. It's funny about smell. As a human you don't really get into it. But when I laid back and let my dog abilities come up, smell became as good as sight. Different, but just as good for some things.
I heard Tom's voice. And I smelled a subtle combination of things that meant he was not too far away.
There was a man on guard, but all he did was look down at me, then look away. No one cares about a stray dog.
I was beginning to realize why the Andalite had given us the power to morph. There are things you can do as an animal that you could never do as a human.
The members all seemed to be waiting for someone to arrive. I heard Tom say, "He should be here soon. Wait, here he comes."
There was a stirring, muttering sound. I heard footsteps approach. I moved closer but stayed out of the light.
"Everyone, quiet. We have problems," the voice said.
The voice! I knew that voice. It was the same voice that had been at that construction site. It was the voice that had said, "Just save the head. Bring that to me, and we can identify it."
I crept a little closer. I had to look hard to see him with my dog sight But then, when he turned just the right way, I saw him, I recognized him. It was someone I knew. Someone I saw every day at school.
None other than Assistant Principal Chapman.
My assistant principal was a Controller.
"Item one. We still have not found the brats who were at the construction site," Chapman said. His voice was hard. "I want them found. Visser Three wants them found. Does anyone have any clues?"
For a moment no one spoke. Then I heard a second familiar voice.
"It could have been anyone," Tom said. "But it might be the one who's my brother, Jake. I know he goes through the construction site sometimes. That's why I brought him here tonight. So we could either make him ours… or kill him."
CHAPTER 15
Either make him ours… or kill him.
I felt like someone had punched me.
I told myself that Tom was a Human-Controller. Some slimy, snotty slug from another planet was in his brain controlling him. When he talked to me it wasn't even Tom, not really. It was a Yeerk. My brother… one of them. Chapman… one of them.
They were everywhere. Everywhere! How were we going to stop them? How could we even try? If they could take my own brother from me, if they could take Torn, then how was I going to be able to stop them? It was insane. Marco was right.
I think if I had been fully human right then, despair would have just overpowered me. But dogs don't know about despair. It was Homer's simple, happy, hopeful mind that saved me. For a while I just sort of let go and drifted into dog consciousness. I didn't want to think. I didn't want to be a human being. For a while I just wandered around the dunes and smelled things.
But I knew I had a job to do. After a while I let go of the simple happiness of the dog and forced myself back into painful reality.
I waited and listened some more to the meeting. But I was still so upset I didn't really track on a lot of what was being said. I just kept hearing it over and over in my head — "Make him ours… or kill him."
The one other thing that did stick in my mind was Tom discussing with some other guy — some other Controller — the schedule for going to the Yeerk pool. He'd just been and was feeling good, he said. He'd be heading back on Monday night.
That was the slug in his head talking. The Yeerk that controlled Tom needed to return to the Yeerk pool.
Then I heard another voice. Cassie!
I slunk quickly around the back of a dune to get closer. But I could hear clearly. Cassie's voice, and another voice it took me a minute to recognize.
It was the policeman. The same policeman.
"Hey, what are you doing back here?" the policeman demanded.
"I was just looking for shells," Cassie said.
"This is just for full members," the policeman said gruffly. "Private business. You understand?"
"Yes, sir," Cassie said in her most humble voice.
I got to where I could see them, although I have to tell you, dog sight is not exactly great. Everything is like an old TV with bad color and all blurry.
The policeman was staring hard at Cassie. Cassie was trying to be brave, but I could smell the fact that she was afraid.
"Okay, take off," the policeman said at last. "But I have my eye on you. Get back with the others."
Cassie turned and headed away as fast as she could walk. I caught up with her. I guess seeing a dog come bounding out of nowhere startled her, because she jumped.
"Oh, it's you," she said.
<Yeah. That was close. What were you doing there?>
She shrugged. "Just wanted to make sure you were okay."
<I was safer than you were,> I pointed out.
We got back to the spot where Rachel, Marco, and Tobias were waiting. I didn't even want to morph back into my human body. I knew that I could just let myself go again, and in a few minutes my dog brain would forget why my human brain was sad. If someone would just throw a stick out into the surf I could go after it. The water would make me happy. The chasing would make me happy.
