"We should tell someone," Marco said. "I mean, this is kind of major, you know? Spaceships don't just land in the construction site every day. We should call the cops or the army or the president or something. We'd be totally famous. We'd get to be on Letterman for sure."
"Yeah, you're right," I agreed. "We should call someone." But none of us moved. None of us was just going to walk away from a spaceship.
"I wonder if we should try and talk to it," Rachel suggested. She was standing there with her hands on her hips looking at the spaceship like it was a puzzle she had to figure out. "I mean, we should communicate. If that's even possible."
Tobias nodded. He stepped forward and held out his hands. I guess he was showing whoever was in the ship that he wasn't carrying any kind of weapon or anything. "It's safe," he said in a loud, clear voice. "We won't hurt you."
"Do you think they speak English?" I wondered.
"Well, everyone speaks English on Star Trek," Cassie said with a nervous laugh.
Tobias tried again. "Please, come out We won't hurt you."
<I know.>
I froze. Okay, I had definitely heard someone say "I know," only… there hadn't been any sound. I mean, I heard it, but I didn't really hear it.
Maybe this was all a dream. I looked kind of sideways at Cassie. She looked back at me. Our eyes met. She had heard it, too. I looked at Rachel. She was turning her head back and forth, like she was looking for where that sound — that wasn't a sound — could have come from. I started to get a sick, twisty feeling in my stomach.
"Did everyone hear that?" Tobias whispered.
We all nodded at once, very slowly.
"Can you come out?" Tobias asked in his loud, talking-to-aliens voice.
<Yes. Do not be frightened.>
"We won't be frightened," Tobias said.
"Speak for yourself," I muttered. The others giggled nervously.
A thin arc of light appeared, a doorway, opening slowly in the smooth side of the pod part of the ship. I stood there, totally hypnotized. I just stared, waiting.
The opening grew, like a crescent moon at first, then a full, bright circle.
And then he appeared.
My first reaction was that someone had cloned a person and a deer together. The creature had a head and shoulders and arms that were more or less where they should have been, though the skin was a pale shade of blue. But below that he had fur, a mix of blue and tan, covering a four-legged body that really did look like it belonged to a deer, or maybe a small horse.
He ducked his head out the doorway and I could see that even the fairly normal-looking parts of him weren't all that normal. For a start, he had no mouth, just three vertical slits. And then there were his eyes. Two of them were where they should have been, although they were a glittery green color that was kind of shocking. But the real shock was the other eyes. He had what seemed like horns, only on the top of each horn was an eye. The horns could move, twisting to point the eyes front and back or up and down.
I thought the eyes were bad, until I saw the tail. It was like a scorpion's tail, thick and powerful-looking. On the end was a wickedly curved, very sharp-looking horn or stinger. It reminded me of the alien's spaceship. It had seemed kind of cute and harmless, till you noticed the tail. The alien seemed kind of harmless at first glance, too. Then you saw that tail of his and you thought, whoa, this guy could do some damage if he wanted.
"Hello," Tobias said. His voice was gentle, like he was talking to a baby. He was grinning. I realized I was smiling, too. And at the same moment, I realized that there were tears in my eyes, I can't really describe how it felt, except that it seemed like the alien was someone I'd known forever. Like an old friend I hadn't seen in a long, longtime.
<Hello,> the alien said, in that silent way that you only heard inside your head.
"Hi," we all said back.
To my surprise, the alien staggered. He fell out of the ship to the ground. Tobias tried to grab him and hold him up, but the alien slipped from his grasp and fell back to the dirt.
"Look!" Cassie cried. She pointed at a burn that covered half the alien's right side. "He's hurt <Yes. I am dying,> he said.
"Can we help you? We can call an ambulance or something," Marco said.
"We can bandage that wound," Cassie said. "Jake, give me your shirt. We can tear it up and make bandages." Cassie's parents are both veterinarians and she's totally into animals. Not that this was an animal. Not exactly, anyway.
<No. I will die. The wound is fatal.>
"NO!" I cried. "You can't die. You're the first alien ever to come to Earth. You can't die." I don't know why I was so upset. I just knew that way down deep inside, it hurt me to think of him dying.
<I am not the first. There are many, many others.>
"Other aliens? Like you?" Tobias demanded.
The alien shook his big head slowly, side to side. <Not like me.>
Then he cried out in pain, a silent sound that echoed horribly inside my mind. For a moment, I had actually felt him dying.
<Not like me,> he repeated. <They are different.>
"Different? How?" I said.
I will remember his answer forever.
He said, <They have come to destroy you.>
<They have come to destroy you.>
It was strange, the way we all just knew he was telling the truth. No one said "no way" or "you're making it up." We all just knew. He was dying, and he was trying to warn us of something terrible.
<They are called Yeerks. They are different from us. Different from you, as well.> "Are you telling us they're already here on Earth?" Rachel demanded. <Many are here. Hundreds. Maybe more.>
"Why hasn't anybody noticed them?" Marco said reasonably. "I think someone would have mentioned it at school."
<You do not understand. Yeerks are different. They have no body, like yours or mine. They live in the bodies of other species. They are… >
I guess he couldn't think of a word to explain Yeerks, so he closed his eyes and seemed to concentrate. Suddenly a bright picture popped into my head. I saw a gray-green, slimy thing like a snail without its shell, only bigger, the size of a rat, maybe. It wasn't a pretty picture.
"I'm guessing that was a Yeerk," Marco said. "Either that or a very big wad of slimy chewing gum."
<They are almost powerless without hosts. They — >
Suddenly we felt that blast of pain, straight from the alien. I could also feel his sadness. He knew his time was almost up.
<The Yeerks are parasites. They must have a host to live in. In this form they are known as Controllers. They enter the brain and are absorbed into it, taking over the host's thoughts and feelings. They try to get the host to accept them voluntarily. It is easier that way. Otherwise the host may be able to resist, at least a little.>
"Are you saying they take over human beings?" Rachel asked. "People? These things take over their bodies?"
"Look, this is serious stuff," I said. "You shouldn't be telling us. We're just kids, you know. This is like something the government should know about."
<We had hoped to stop them,> the alien continued. <Swarms of their Bug fighters were waiting when our Dome ship came out of Z-Space. We knew of their mother ship and were ready for the Bug fighters, but the Yeerks surprised us — they had hidden a powerful Blade ship in a crater of your moon. We fought, but… we lost. They have tracked me here. They will be here soon to eliminate all traces of me and my ship.>
"How can they do that?" Cassie wondered.
The alien seemed to smile with his eyes. <Their Dracon beams will leave nothing behind but a few molecules of this ship, and… this body> he said. <I sent a message to my home world. We Andalites fight the Yeerks wherever they go throughout the universe. My people will send help, but it may take a year, even more, and by then the Yeerks will have control of this planet. After that, there is no hope. You must tell people. You must warn your people!>
Another spasm of pain ripped through him, and we all knew he was nearly gone.
"No one is ever going to believe us," Marco said hopelessly. He looked at me and shook his head. "No way."
He was right. If these Yeerks were to wipe out the Andalite's ship, how on Earth would we ever convince people? They'd think we were either nuts or on drugs.
"I don't care if he thinks he's going to die, we have to try and help him," Rachel said. "We can get him to a hospital. Or maybe Cassie's parents… "
<There is no time. No time,> the Andalite said. Then his eyes brightened. <Perhaps… >
"What?"
<Go into my ship. You will see a small blue box, very plain. Bring it to me. Quickly! I have very little time, and the Yeerks will find me soon.>
We all looked at each other. Who was going to be the one to go inside the ship? Somehow we all seemed to agree it would be me. Actually, I didn't agree, but everyone else did.
"Go ahead," Tobias said. "I want to stay with him." He knelt beside the Andalite and placed a comforting hand on the alien's narrow shoulder.
I looked at the doorway into the spacecraft. I glanced at Cassie.
"Go ahead," she said, sending me a smile. "You're not scared."
She was wrong; I was plenty scared. But the way she smiled at me, I wasn't about to weasel out.
I walked over to the door of the ship and looked inside. It was surprisingly simple. It looked cozy, almost. Everything was a creamy color with rounded edges and shapes that tended to be oval. That was one of the things that helped me to spot the box so easily. It was sky blue and square, maybe four inches on each side. It seemed kind of heavy for being so small.
I stepped up into the ship. There was no chair, just a sort of open space where I guess the Andalite stood on his four hooves while he worked the few controls. There weren't a lot of buttons or anything. I wondered if the Andalite controlled the ship with his thoughts.
I quickly reached for the box and started to head back outside. But then something caught my eye. It was a small, three-dimensional picture — four Andalites, standing all together, looking like a strange gathering of deer with solemn faces. Two of them looked very small kids. I realized that this was a picture of the Andalite's family.
It filled me with sadness to think that here he was, dying, a million miles from his family. Dying because he had tried to protect the people of Earth. I felt a small flame of anger against the Yeerks, or Controllers, or whatever they were, for causing this.
I went back to the circle of my friends.
"Here's the box," I told the Andalite.
<Thank you.>
"I, um… was that your family? That picture?" <Yes.>
I'm real sorry," I said. What else could I say?
<There is something I may be able to do to help you fight the Yeerks.> "What?" Rachel demanded.
<I know that you are young. I know that you have no power with which to resist the Controllers. But I may be able to give you some small powers that may help.>
We all looked at each other. All except Tobias, who never took his gaze off the alien.
