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ANIMORPHS - The Discovery

Man, I love these guys! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

#animorphs #marco's narrative #k.a.applegate

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WANTING TO BE SOMETHING MORE

I woke up with a sudden jerk, memories of the realms bombarding my head, giving me this really frustrating headache.

I shook my head, which did NOTHING to dispel the pain.

I'd returned somehow to the forest again, the trees surrounding me from everywhere.

I shook, struggling to get up, but my eyes blurred and my knees wobbled, and I fell back unto the ground. Resting my head on the grass, I listened to the wind, tried to fall asleep, concentrated on my breathing. Anything to take away the pain. My stomach throbbed violently, and a constant twistingi pain was in there. I groaned.

Kyle.

His name rang. Sudden and unpredicted. My head jerked up, antd I set it gently back down, hissing at the intensifying ache.

My body shuddered as I thought of that last second. When stupidly jumped between him and the bladeq the vague sound of him muttering no about twenty times, then my name. Him, still facing the monster while I was out here. Technically dead.

I squeezed my eyes shut, and saw more. The was his breath quickened as he saw the sword pass right through me. His pupils shrank as Game Over yanked the sword out of my belly. His face got pale, way too pale, almost white. He stumbled to me, covering the bleeding wound in my abdomen, muttering, cursing and I felt blood gurgle from my throat, I felt it as it dribbled down my lips. I saw as his cries got louder. "NO, NO NO!" ... tears

"My fault. I promised not to let him die... and now his brother is going to pay."

Footsteps, gently trudging, nearer. They stopped. Knees hit the ground by my side. "That's probably your demon reacting. " His voice said. "Knowing what trouble you already were, I wonder what you'll be like now."

"Kyle." All the self loathing disappeared in a poof. "I thought you were -"

"Dead? Sadly for you, not yet."

I would have hugged him. But that would be weird, considering I just met him a day ago, and he was the crown prince of the demon realm. My home.

I got up to my knees, clasping my side and faced him again. The pain struck like lightening. I cried out and fell back.

He panicked again, saying words I couldn't get a hold of and his hands. The moment his hand touched my arm my insides screamed with pleasure. Some creature. Roaring to get out. The pain was entirely forgotten. I stared blankly at the skies, his words started to make sense.

"What happened are you okay is it the side effects oh god what did I do I shouldn't have let you done this ..."

"its okay dude. I'm fine "

"you sure?"

"yes I am very sure."

"thank you." He said, "you risked your life for me, and I'm grateful." Did he also feel it? the strong sudden surge of power...

"My pleasure." and we stared at each other a second too long, or maybe not long enough.

"I should send you home now"

"no!" I yelled.

"What?"

There was a loud sound, of marching. Soldiers.

"my brother. you have to go" he put one arm under my knees and one at my back, then lifted me from the ground. I buried my face in his chest, hoping it wasn't an insult to royalty. His warm muscular smooth chest. He climbed unto the giant panther and we got to the ship way to fast for my liking.

As he helped me to the door, I held on.

"I don't wanna leave you."

"Whoa. since when have you been clingy.

"I don't know."

"well find out then maybe something to do with the demon?" He took his arms away, but I grabbed them and pulled him close, then let go he looked confused.

"game over. I'm scared if him." I whispered into his ears, hand clasping my abdomen. I didn't move my head away from his ear tho, kept it there and inhaled his smell.

his hand closed on my hand. on my stomach, and my heart skipped a lot of beats.

"don't worry Val. I won't let him get to you"

we stared at each other for one long minute, and then he left. without a word. Guess his demon woke up from slumber.

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TWO OF ME #Chapter 2

Marcus' POV

We stopped at the trash can while I dumped my leftover fried shrimp, then I heard sobbing. It was either one of the girls Asher dumped, or a bully's victim.

Turning around, I found my guess was correct. Makayla, ex number 17, and the latest, stood a metre away with a new phone. She called him again, right there. He blocked it again, right there. The message was clear.

The sobbing got louder, and she fell down to her knees. Mascara ran down her face, enhancing the whole 'I'm desperate for you' scene. "I won't let go, Asher. I won't let go until you take me back."

I sighed and switched my attention to my phone, prepared for what was going to happen next.

Okay, hold up.

As a more gentleman-like individual, I'll offer an introduction.

My name is Marcus Martinez. Lover-boy here is Asher Jerome; son of the King of Paramount, which is an island far away from our coast. Very far. It's also called the Hidden Isle. For some reason, you'll need an invite or permit to step foot there. Most call it high class, I call it superfluous. Don't e:en get me started on special occasions.

Since Asher and his brother got here, this school's been a bit, say, livelier. Tons took a liking to them at first sight, and I don't blame them. Take Asher, I mean, once you take a glance at him, you'll find yourself taking another.

He is so handsome, it's deadly. With his jet black hair, cropped a bit at the sides. The perfect natural tan, masculine beauty encrypted on his face. Those captivating, dark, and yet luminous, royal blue eyes. His lips had the faintest touch of pink, and his smile... Just a tiny lift of the corner of his lips got the whole class blushing on his first day. Male and female, teachers included.

Don't get me wrong, I'm a solely straight guy. Some guys in the school though, not so much. They weren't very subtle either; offering him rides, trading numbers, inviting him to clubs... not school activity clubs, by the way. The guy didn't even lift a finger, but he's the most popular.

We met during algebra class. Just the usual bullying. Everyday is pick-on-the-junior day. He saved me from the jerks, and he saved me from an F too. Yep, along with perfect looks, his grades are marvellous. Where do such people come from?

It's like magic. There's no girl I've met who's been able to resist him. And now, I'm beginning to doubt if he's ever going to settle for one.

His brother, identical twin, with exactly the same features; perfect face, perfect body, perfect hair... He hasn't dated anyone at all. In a way, he and his brother are opposites. Like, the way Asher is a bit of a daredevil, but Luka is a good ol' mommy's boy. Luka is sensitive, Asher is heartless. Like how, while Asher was at the cafeteria eyeing the pretty new girl, Luka is in the lab, or the library. Reading a book, or listening to music, or just chilling. He's cool.

And they are so connected, so close, that even if they weren't identical, you'd still be able to tell they were brothers. Luka's like, his best friend before me.

But there's one difference I've noticed on their physical features; Luka has one piercing, in his left ear. Asher has two, one in each ear. Once I saw him wear an earring, and would it be weird if I said his sex appeal rose, times a hundred?

But he should never know I think that, or his ego will rise even higher.

Anyway, back to the present...

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TWO OF ME #Chapter 1

"Stop staring, Asher." Marcus nudged my side with his elbow. "It's not like she's gonna suddenly poof away."

"She's so-"

"Beautiful. I know."

"Yeah..." I drawled. "I want her."

"No, slow your roll playboy. You can't."

"Sorry, but you can't have my target-"

"Don't want your target, Ash. " He lifted his hands in surrender, a small smile touched his lips. "Just had to remind you. You're still dating Chloe. And Makayla's been all depressed. She called you a hundred times, sent a buncha cards, emails... Posted a video declaring her love... " he whispered the last part with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"What?"

"Wow, you actually care. That's-"

"She still has my number? I thought I deleted it."

He face-palmed himself. "Not improvement."

I sucked on the straw of my mango and banana smoothie. "What's not improved?"

"Your heart, man. After dating half the girls in the school, it's still about the size of my pinkie nail." He showed me a just recently clipped nail, short and uneven, unlike my seemingly perfectly manicured ones.

"I'm pretty sure if it was that small, I wouldn't be alive, Marc."

"Not your literal heart, I mean, feelings."

"I've got feelings." I unlocked my phone and found it was actually a hundred and eighty seven times she'd called.

"Then don't just leave Chloe after just two days of being with her."

"I can and will, but least I have enough 'feelings' to not chase another girl while dating one. " I blocked all Makayla's numbers, having already deleted every trace of her on my phone.

"You know, someday karma could strike. You'll never want to let go, but she will." He took his empty tray and got up.

"She, as in who?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I don't know who it's gonna be,"

I picked up my smoothie and trailed behind him as we left the cafeteria. "'Cause it's never gonna be."

"Someday, Asher. Someday."