AN: Being what Ax and other judgmental, prejudiced, narrow-minded Andalites would call a "vecol," I was rather pissed off with Ax's (and, for that matter, Cassie's) attitude towards the disabled Animorphs near the end of the series. I am working on this fic in order to put that right, in my own way. This is the story of Leah, one of the people that volunteered to become an Animorph in The Ultimate or whatever it was called. Anyway, please read and review!
Chapter One: Before the Beginning-Leah
My name is Leah. I can't tell you my last name. Yet unlike the others, I don't wish I could. You see, back when my last name was a matter of public record, it was usually followed by the words: "Cerebral Palsy."
Cerebral Palsy. That taker of worth. It took me, and changed me from an asset to a liability. No one ever thought that I might have anything to offer the world. After all, I was disabled. I would always have to be taken care of, and could never do anything for myself.
The doctors said I was lucky. I did not have a speech impediment. I could say what I wanted to say.
But they were blind. I could say what I wanted to say, unlike some of the others, but no one would listen. I was not only a child, but also a disabled child. Being a disabled child means that, to others, you will always be a child. My friends would grow out of this period of worthlessness. I would not.
A year ago, my parents put me in this "home." I don't understand how it could be considered a home by any stretch of the imagination. It was a prison. Of course, I had always been in prison, but this made it worse. I was taken away from all my friends, everyone who knew me for what I really was, and put in this place where I was not Leah, but just another patient.
After about a month, I realized that some of my fellow prisoners' names were familiar, names I had once read in a book. Characters that I had felt for, empathized with. I knew their conditions, and some of their personalities.
But I did not draw close to them, because I knew their eventual fate.
At first, I thought it was just coincidence. I mean this was just weird. How could it be? Erica. James. Timmy. Kelly. They were all fictional characters.
But something within me told me that they were the same people. So I waited. Waited for the day when the Animorphs would come, and bring our "fragile souls" into a world of nightmares.
What the Animorphs didn't know was that we were already in a world of nightmares, and our souls were not fragile. They were hard. We would be better warriors than they would. I could see it.
I waited. I knew that I was perhaps the only chance for the Animorphs. For Rachel. For Tobias. For Jake and Cassie. For everyone else in this godforsaken hellhole.
And perhaps the only chance for Ax. I could try to teach him that vecols were not worthless.
And in convincing him, convince myself.
AN: All right, I know it's not that good. Perhaps you could review anyway?
Chapter One: Before the Beginning-Leah
My name is Leah. I can't tell you my last name. Yet unlike the others, I don't wish I could. You see, back when my last name was a matter of public record, it was usually followed by the words: "Cerebral Palsy."
Cerebral Palsy. That taker of worth. It took me, and changed me from an asset to a liability. No one ever thought that I might have anything to offer the world. After all, I was disabled. I would always have to be taken care of, and could never do anything for myself.
The doctors said I was lucky. I did not have a speech impediment. I could say what I wanted to say.
But they were blind. I could say what I wanted to say, unlike some of the others, but no one would listen. I was not only a child, but also a disabled child. Being a disabled child means that, to others, you will always be a child. My friends would grow out of this period of worthlessness. I would not.
A year ago, my parents put me in this "home." I don't understand how it could be considered a home by any stretch of the imagination. It was a prison. Of course, I had always been in prison, but this made it worse. I was taken away from all my friends, everyone who knew me for what I really was, and put in this place where I was not Leah, but just another patient.
After about a month, I realized that some of my fellow prisoners' names were familiar, names I had once read in a book. Characters that I had felt for, empathized with. I knew their conditions, and some of their personalities.
But I did not draw close to them, because I knew their eventual fate.
At first, I thought it was just coincidence. I mean this was just weird. How could it be? Erica. James. Timmy. Kelly. They were all fictional characters.
But something within me told me that they were the same people. So I waited. Waited for the day when the Animorphs would come, and bring our "fragile souls" into a world of nightmares.
What the Animorphs didn't know was that we were already in a world of nightmares, and our souls were not fragile. They were hard. We would be better warriors than they would. I could see it.
I waited. I knew that I was perhaps the only chance for the Animorphs. For Rachel. For Tobias. For Jake and Cassie. For everyone else in this godforsaken hellhole.
And perhaps the only chance for Ax. I could try to teach him that vecols were not worthless.
And in convincing him, convince myself.
AN: All right, I know it's not that good. Perhaps you could review anyway?