The Invasion (8 page)

“Two hours,” I repeated.

Suddenly some new fear washed through the Andalite’s mind. Linked as I was to him, I could feel it as a dread that crawled up my spine. He was staring up at the sky with his main eyes. Something else was up there with the Bug fighters.

Visser Three! He comes.

“What?” I was shaking with this new terror. “What’s a Visser? Who’s a Visser?”

Go now. Run! Visser Three is here. He is the most deadly of your enemies. Of all Yeerks, he alone has the power to morph. The same power you now have. Run!>

“No, we’ll stay with you,” Rachel said firmly. “Maybe we can help.”

Again it was as if the alien was smiling at us with his eyes.
No. You must save yourselves. Save yourselves and save your planet! The Yeerks are here.

We all looked up, craning our necks. Sure enough, the two red lights were sinking toward us. And they had been joined by a third ship, far larger, black as a shadow within a shadow.

“But how are we supposed to fight these … these Controllers?” Rachel demanded.

You must find a way. Now run!

I jerked from the force of his command. “He’s right. Run!” I yelled.

We ran. All but Tobias, who knelt beside the Andalite and took his hand. The Andalite pressed his other hand against Tobias’s head. Tobias rocked back, like he’d been shocked. Then he, too, was up and running, stumbling over the loose junk and potholes of the construction site.

A beam of bright red light snapped on. It was a spotlight from one of the Bug fighters. The beam lit up the fallen Andalite and his ship. A spotlight from the second Bug fighter joined the first, and the Andalite shone brilliant as a star.

I hit the dirt hard. I saw my leg lit up within the circle of that spotlight. I yanked it to me and crawled fast, scraping my elbows and knees over sharp stones.

The five of us crouched behind a low, crumbled wall, afraid to move, afraid to look, but just as afraid to look away.

Slowly the Bug fighters descended. It was easy to see where they’d gotten their nickname. They were slightly larger than the Andalite fighter and shaped like legless cockroaches. There were small windows like eyes on the forward-thrust head of the
bug. And on either side of the head were two very long, very sharp, serrated spears.

The Yeerk Bug fighters touched down, one on either side of the Andalite ship.

“Okay, you can wake me up now,” Marco said in a rattled whisper. “I’ve had enough of this dream.”

The larger ship began to descend. I don’t know what it was about that ship, but as it got closer I started to feel like I couldn’t breathe. I tried to suck in a deep lungful of air and couldn’t. I tried to swallow and couldn’t. I wanted to run, but my legs were jelly. I was shaking from a fear so deep it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. It was the same fear that the Andalite had shown when he’d realized Visser Three was coming.

The ship settled toward the ground. It looked like it was going to land directly on a big rusted earthmover parked there. But as the Visser’s ship descended, the earthmover just sizzled and disappeared.

Visser Three’s ship was built like some ancient weapon. It reminded me of one of those battle-axes the old-time knights used when they were hacking off the heads of their foes. There was a main part, like the handle of the ax, with a big triangular point on the front. That part had to be the bridge. At the rear were two huge scimitar wings. It was eight or ten times the size of the Bug fighters.

The Blade ship landed. A door opened.

Cassie started to scream. I clamped my hand over her mouth.

They leaped from the ship, whirling and thrusting and slicing the air—creatures that looked like walking weapons. They stood on two bent-back legs and had two very long arms. On each arm there were curved horn-blades growing out of the wrist and elbow. There were other blades at their bent-back knees, and two more blades at the end of their tails. They had feet like a
Tyrannosaurus rex.

But it was the head that got your attention — a neck like a snake, a mouth that was almost a falcon’s beak, and, from the forehead, three daggerlike horns raked forward.

Hork-Bajir-Controllers.

I jumped, hearing the Andalite’s words in my mind again. They were fainter than before, strained, like someone yelling from far away.

“Did you guys …?” I asked.

Rachel nodded. “Yeah.”

The Hork-Bajir are a good people, despite their fearsome looks,
the Andalite said.
But they have been enslaved by the Yeerks. Each of them now carries a Yeerk in his head. They are to be pitied.