The man screamed. I guess he figured out it was real.
Rachel threw him through the air. I never saw
where
he landed.
“Quick!” I yelled at Marco. “Morph!”
“Nice work, Rachel,” Marco said. “Remind me not to ever make you mad.”
I focused on the tiger. I knew his DNA pattern was in me. I thought of him, lying there in his habitat at The Gardens wishing he were back in the jungle, hunting and taking down his prey. I guessed maybe he wouldn’t mind the use I was making of his DNA. This wasn’t quite a jungle, but it would have to do.
More Hork-Bajir coming!
Rachel said.
Rachel turned to face them, tusks ready.
I felt the morph begin. The hair grew from my face. The tail squirted out behind me. My arms bulged and rippled. They were massive! My shirt ripped. I fell forward onto my hands, now my front legs.
The power!
It was electric. It was like a slow-motion explosion. I could feel the power of the tiger growing inside me.
I watched claws, long, wickedly curved, tearing, ripping, shredding claws, grow from my puny human hands. I could feel the teeth sprouting in my mouth.
My eyes looked through the darkness like it was broad daylight.
But most of all, the power! The sheer, incredible power.
I was afraid of NOTHING!
Hork-Bajir were running at me, their arm blades slashing at the air.
I opened my mouth and I roared. The Hork-Bajir stopped dead in their tracks.
That’s right, my little Hork-Bajir friends,
the human part of my brain thought.
Time to meet the tiger.
The muscles in my back legs coiled up. I bared my teeth and gave them another roar loud enough to make the ground quiver.
I leaped through the air, claws outstretched.
I
sailed through the air and struck the closest Hork-Bajir in the chest.
Down he went with me on top of him. He rolled over and tried to get up. He was fast. I was faster.
He struck at me with his razored arm. I ducked under the blow. My left paw swung, so fast even I couldn’t see it. It left four oozing tracks across the Hork-Bajir’s shoulder.
Another Hork-Bajir! Wrist blades, elbow blades, and talons whizzed. They were like a pair of lawn mowers on full throttle.
And still I was faster. I can’t even remember what happened next. All I have is this image of
the tiger—of me—with claws slashing and jaws snapping. I was a whirlwind of orange fur and black stripes.
The Hork-Bajir fell back. I roared. They turned and ran.
On one side I saw Rachel. She lifted a Hork-Bajir up on her tusks and tossed him back over her shoulder like he was a doll.
And then I saw Marco. Big Jim’s massive body was ripping its way out of Marco’s slight frame.
Just call me King,
Marco said.
King Kong.
The truth is, like Cassie said, gorillas are very gentle, peaceful, quiet creatures. The truth also is that they are strong. Real strong.
Basically, compared to a gorilla, a man is something made out of toothpicks.
Now, Hork-Bajir are pretty large creatures. They stand about seven feet high and are built for trouble. But Marco swung one big gorilla fist and hit the nearest Hork-Bajir in the stomach. The Hork-Bajir went down. Hard.
I roared. Rachel trumpeted. Marco lifted the Hork-Bajir up and tossed him aside like a rag doll.
The rest of the Hork-Bajir turned and ran.
Now!
I shouted.
Before they get organized again!
We charged. Rachel just plowed right through
some of the small sheds and buildings like Godzilla heading for Tokyo.
Marco came loping along, swinging his massive forearms, punching anything that got in his way. Whatever he punched stayed down.
And I ran right down the middle, looking for any Controller dumb enough to mess with me.
We reached the cages. The people and Hork-Bajir inside shrank back from us. They were almost as afraid of us as they were of the Controllers. Let’s face it—a rescue party made up of an elephant, a gorilla, and a tiger is
not
what they’d been hoping for.
Marco began ripping at a lock on one of the cages. The lock gave way. The door flew open. Marco did something very human to reassure them. He made a little bow, then crooked his finger at them as if to say
come on out.