[Fic] Animorrphs Revisited
I want to write Animorphs fic again...
Short drabbles to introduce the characters (again) and this is a prolouge.
He owed them a favor.
Crayak had ceased to watch Earth, and so fifty years later, when they had all died, the Elimist granted them a favor.
One more chance.
Jacob Berenson was born with two things: An uncanny resemblance to one of the Earth’s greatest heroes, and said hero’s name, which his mother had given him in hopes of her son becoming something great. Both had given him a hard time in life, first from teachers who thought his mother must have been been insane to name him such a name, and then from classmates, who thought he was a weirdo to try and compare himself to the great Animorph, Jake Berenson. Things got worse rather then better when Raquel Berenson transferred from New York.
Raquel Berenson was tall, blonde, and beautiful. She also had a mother who was obsessed with history, and two younger brothers, Jordan and Samuel. Her mother was a lunatic, she thought often, and so, Raquel acted the way she imagined her namesake did; bitchy. When she was sixteen, she was in the custody of her father and moving across the country, where she found a new best friend and a boy with a name like hers, though their names weren’t very common, and she dove even more into her act.
Sandra wasn’t very fond of her last name. She never thought it fit, so she never used it and told people out right “I don’t have a last name.” Or sometimes, she would give them the name of an animal; horse, wolf, osprey. She loved animals, more then she liked most people, and wished she could turn into one. Then, she would scold herself for being silly and wishing she was something she wasn’t, even if her idols were the Animorphs, and even if her father always said he had given her that name on purpose.
Marcus thought his parents were the lamest parents in the history of lame, even if he did love them to death, but his name? Stupid. Their family history? Too sad for his taste. He preferred comedy and laughter and his favorite shows were the reruns of the very old “late night comedies”. Especially the ones with Marco, the best Animorph of all time. Girls teased him that he was exactly like said Animorph and he tried to live up to that the best he could, even when his mother went missing for two weeks when he was eleven, and even when his father lost his job and was depressed for years, leaving Marcus and his mother the only people to try and support them. Sometimes things were just too ironic, and he hoped to get away from that when he moved to California.
Tobias Fangor hated everything to do with himself. He loved his mother and his father, even though his mother had bouts of dreaminess and his father tended to go off on tangents, but everything else, including his hair and his stupid last name he could do without. And his apparent bully-magnet, he could ditch that too. In the moments he wasn’t hating everything about himself, he was staring at the sky, looking at the clouds and judging the distances from places. He also had an uncanny ability of knowing a passing car’s speed.
Maximilian Ishill didn’t particularly care for his fellow students, not like they cared for him either. He was a genius and a freak, able to put away tons of food and not gain a pound, and known for stuttering. He preferred to watch as much television as possible and dream as much as possible in class, and still make the top grades. He also hated walking and sports and was rather clumsy, except when it came to fencing, which earned him even more freak points. On his sixteenth birthday, his father (a distant sort of man) said that his half-brother Alan had invited him to live with them for a while, and he had no choice but to go. Maximilian was not looking forward to being away from his home.
The Elimist placed the pawns back on the board and let them take the course of this second round of the game.
Short drabbles to introduce the characters (again) and this is a prolouge.
He owed them a favor.
Crayak had ceased to watch Earth, and so fifty years later, when they had all died, the Elimist granted them a favor.
One more chance.
Jacob Berenson was born with two things: An uncanny resemblance to one of the Earth’s greatest heroes, and said hero’s name, which his mother had given him in hopes of her son becoming something great. Both had given him a hard time in life, first from teachers who thought his mother must have been been insane to name him such a name, and then from classmates, who thought he was a weirdo to try and compare himself to the great Animorph, Jake Berenson. Things got worse rather then better when Raquel Berenson transferred from New York.
Raquel Berenson was tall, blonde, and beautiful. She also had a mother who was obsessed with history, and two younger brothers, Jordan and Samuel. Her mother was a lunatic, she thought often, and so, Raquel acted the way she imagined her namesake did; bitchy. When she was sixteen, she was in the custody of her father and moving across the country, where she found a new best friend and a boy with a name like hers, though their names weren’t very common, and she dove even more into her act.
Sandra wasn’t very fond of her last name. She never thought it fit, so she never used it and told people out right “I don’t have a last name.” Or sometimes, she would give them the name of an animal; horse, wolf, osprey. She loved animals, more then she liked most people, and wished she could turn into one. Then, she would scold herself for being silly and wishing she was something she wasn’t, even if her idols were the Animorphs, and even if her father always said he had given her that name on purpose.
Marcus thought his parents were the lamest parents in the history of lame, even if he did love them to death, but his name? Stupid. Their family history? Too sad for his taste. He preferred comedy and laughter and his favorite shows were the reruns of the very old “late night comedies”. Especially the ones with Marco, the best Animorph of all time. Girls teased him that he was exactly like said Animorph and he tried to live up to that the best he could, even when his mother went missing for two weeks when he was eleven, and even when his father lost his job and was depressed for years, leaving Marcus and his mother the only people to try and support them. Sometimes things were just too ironic, and he hoped to get away from that when he moved to California.
Tobias Fangor hated everything to do with himself. He loved his mother and his father, even though his mother had bouts of dreaminess and his father tended to go off on tangents, but everything else, including his hair and his stupid last name he could do without. And his apparent bully-magnet, he could ditch that too. In the moments he wasn’t hating everything about himself, he was staring at the sky, looking at the clouds and judging the distances from places. He also had an uncanny ability of knowing a passing car’s speed.
Maximilian Ishill didn’t particularly care for his fellow students, not like they cared for him either. He was a genius and a freak, able to put away tons of food and not gain a pound, and known for stuttering. He preferred to watch as much television as possible and dream as much as possible in class, and still make the top grades. He also hated walking and sports and was rather clumsy, except when it came to fencing, which earned him even more freak points. On his sixteenth birthday, his father (a distant sort of man) said that his half-brother Alan had invited him to live with them for a while, and he had no choice but to go. Maximilian was not looking forward to being away from his home.
The Elimist placed the pawns back on the board and let them take the course of this second round of the game.