Disclaimer: I don't own Animorphs or make any money from this fic.
Author note: This is only a prologue, the other chapters will be at least 1,000 wds each. There will later be cross- species romance, so if you don't like, be warned.
My name is Jennifer Atkins, and I am shortly to turn seventeen. Three years ago, at fourteen, my life was fairly normal. It seems like a lifetime ago.
Three years ago, my friend asked me if I wanted to come with her to this new club, called The Sharing. Of course, I know now that my friend was trapped in a corner of her mind, screaming, crying, begging or even yelling in rage. The creature that really invited me was not even human. It was a member of a parasitic alien race. A Yeerk.
You may be thinking, 'Yeah, right. She forgot her medication'. At the moment, this would be the reaction of most people.
Perhaps, one day the Andalites may come to our aid, and the whole world will learn of the Yeerk invasion; just another terrible war in the history of the human race. Perhaps your reaction is 'oh, just another ex- controller'. Nothing special.
I hope it's one of those two situations in which you read this. Because the third possibility is that you, also, are a Controller.
How, then, am I managing to write all this if I have no control over my own body any more? Give me your time, and I will tell you. The life- changing thing happened about a year ago. But to help you fully understand, I will need to go back further than that. You will need to learn what it is like to have a cruel Yeerk in your head. A torturer.
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