The Animorph Chronicles,
An Alternate History of the Animorphs
Disclaimer: I don't own Animorphs, Alternamorphs, The Andalite Chronicles, The Hork-Bajir Chronicles, the Visser Chronicles, The Ellimist Chronicles, or Stargate SG-1. This is an alternate history of the Animorphs. A single life can change the course of history. These books will start off in a manner similar enough to the original series, but it will eventually become clear that this is headed in a different direction than what happened in the books. It is a parallel universe to the Animorphs, but more than just the addition of my OC Derek, much more is different about this universe than initially meets the eye, as you will begin to see. Flame me or praise me, but don't not-review me.
My name is Derek. I can't tell you my last name. I don't know what it is. Kidding. I know my last name, but you can't. It could be Asgard, or Littleton, or Coffin. Derek Coffin. That's got a nice ring. But my name isn't Coffin…or is it? That's for me to know and you to never find out.
See if I told you my last name, then they would find me. I really don't want them to find me. Who's "them" you ask? Why I'm so glad you asked, but in order for you to fully understand I'm going to start at the beginning.
It all started when I decided to do some trick riding in the construction site across the street from the mall. I knew I shouldn't be doing it. I knew that I was supposed to be home at least twenty minutes ago. It's getting dark. The smart thing to do, the only thing really was to ride my bike along the bike path like a law abiding citizen. All the way home.
But I didn't. I'm a bit of an off-road cycling freak, so I headed for the construction site. How many times had my mom told me not to do that? Like a million. "It's dangerous," she'd said. Deep pits filled with water, cinder block obstacles, dips, and down hill runs.
In other words: Highly cool.
Last Saturday I'd chosen a spot and yanked away the worst debris. I'd made this sort of single-track loop. It ha a killer rolling dip and a log made out of cinder blocks that you can jump. You know what I'm talking about? When I'm on it I pretend that I'm in one of those biking clubs that my mom wouldn't let me join because they're to dangerous.
Ha! Dangerous, mom if only you knew what I was up to now. Have I got a story for you. Only I can never, ever tell you. Or anyone else, for that matter.
Anyway, there I was going around and around the track, faster and faster. There's just barely enough light to see.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw dark figures moving. I stopped my bike, see I was a little nervous. I could have been a band of homeless guys who live here in the construction site. Then I recognized them. They were some kids from school. Kids that I knew. Jake, Marco, Cassie, Rachel, and Tobias. I didn't know them all that well, except maybe Marco. He sat next to me in science and he makes jokes under his breath all during class. Thanks to him I was barely pulling a C.
I also kinda knew Rachel. OK I didn't really know Rachel, but her friend Melissa sat in front of me in math class, and well… I kinda have this huge crush on her. Melissa not Rachel.
I thought about yelling "hey!" but I didn't want to scare them. And they looked like such a group, somehow. I didn't even know that they were all friends. I felt a little bit left out, even though they didn't see me. I'm not all that great at making friends. My dad's in the army, so we end up moving a lot. I eventually kind of gave up on the whole friends thing. I didn't see the point if I just ended up losing them after I moved.
Or maybe it was because I spend most of my time riding around a makeshift track.
The group moved away and I kept circling the track, trying to get some killer laps in before dinner.I was rounding the track for the last time, flying over the cinder block log, when I saw it. A light. It was moving fast. Way faster than any airplane or helicopter. I'd have to call the light blue, even though I don't think I've ever seen that shade of blue before. It was a blue that was almost white, except that it registered as more blue than any blue I'd ever seen.
I know that that doesn't make much sense, but neither did the light.
I just stood there, with my mouth gaping like a fish and I watched it come closer. I saw that the light had a shape. It looked like an egg with two stubby wings. The blue light was coming from a shaft at the end. And suddenly I knew what it was.
It was a UFO. I knew it. Ironically I never held much stock in those things till right now. It wasn't because I watched the X-Files, because I didn't. It was because every hair on my head was standing on end.
And of course instead of running away like a normal person I ran straight towards it. I kept out of sight behind a tumble of masonry and cinder blocks. That's when I noticed Jake, Tobias, Marco, Cassie, and Rachel. Rachel's long blond hair was standing straight out from her head, so at least I wasn't alone.
My heart pounded as the UFO landed, the others huddled together. I couldn't hear them, but I knew that they were wondering what to do, just like me.
That's when I hear Tobias's voice.
"Please come out. We won't hurt you."
That voice was in my head! I hadn't heard it with my ears.
Marco and Jake exchanged a glance, Tobias looked at Rachel. They all stared at each other. They'd heard it too.
"Can you come out?" Tobias asked in his loud, talking-to-aliens voice.
(Yes. Do not be frightened.)
"We won't be frightened," Tobias said.
"Speak for yourself," I heard Jake mutter.
I peered through a crack in the half wall. A creature stepped out of the ship. For a moment I thought of a Ballet dancer which was ridiculous because he had four hoofs. He also had blue fur, and four eyes, two of them on two little horns that come out of his head. A head with no mouth. Definitely alien though. That was why he spoke through thoughts.
Oh, and the tail. I couldn't keep my eyes off of the tail. Or rather the long scythe blade on the end of it that looks as though it could do some serious damage.
Now here's the funny thing: I wasn't that scared. Not really. First of all there was a nice solid wall between the alien and me. And somehow, I suspected that he wouldn't hurt me.
(You're right,) I heard in my head. (So you can come out. You don't have to hide.)
I jerked my head around wildly.
(Yes, I'm talking to you,) he said.
You know that line just a paragraph or so up. The line about me not being scared? Well forget about it. Now I was terrified.