The Ultimate (Animorphs #50) by K. A. Applegate

Author:K. A. Applegate [Applegate, K. A.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2017-09-25T16:00:00+00:00

James’s expression never changed.

Not once.

Not when Jake told him that aliens called Yeerks had invaded the planet.

Not when Jake told him about finding the crashed spaceship.

Not when Jake told him about Elfangor, the Andalites, and the morphing cube.

Not when Jake told him about how Visser One, then Visser Three, had killed Elfangor and eaten him.

Just continued to watch Jake with an unblinking stare. Completely unmoved. Supremely unimpressed.

He didn’t even change expression when Jake told him we were looking for a few good Animorphs.

When Jake finished, there was a long, long silence.

Finally, James looked away from Jake to Marco. Then to me. Then he sighed heavily, bored and contemptuous.

“I’m sure when you talked about this at school, it seemed like a really good joke. But when you go back, you can give your friends a message from the ‘gang-of-pathetically-grateful-for-attention-kids-at-the-rehab-center.’”

“But …” I began.

He cut me off. His voice was more than sarcastic.

“You can tell your idiotic little friends that yeah, we have our problems. But at least we don’t get our kicks by dressing up like refugees from a fifth-rate school play and playing tricks on people in wheelchairs.”

“You know what?” Jake said, with a bitter laugh. “I don’t need this. I’m telling you the truth. You can believe me or not. It’s your funeral.”

James’s face went red. He started to wheel himself out of the room but Jake grabbed his arm. “Wait!”

Marco and I stepped back. Stunned by Jake’s harsh words.

James wrenched his arm out of Jake’s grasp. “Don’t touch me, man,” he warned. “I may be in a chair but I can kick your butt if I have to.”

Jake reached for James again. With a lightning quick motion, James grabbed Jake’s other arm, angled his chair so that it caught Jake behind the ankle, and flipped him to the ground.

“Umpff!”

Had I used the word helpless in describing kids like James?

James looked down at Jake and cocked an eyebrow. “You don’t even want to know what Kelly can do to you, you make her mad enough.”

Jake lay sprawled on the floor, like a guy who’d just had a bucket of cold water dumped on him.

He started to climb to his feet. “Look …” Then he stopped and shook his head. “Demonstration time.”

Marco crossed his arms. “Go for it, dude. We’ve got nothing left to lose.”

Jake closed his eyes.

Watching Jake morph while standing next to somebody who had never seen the process was a little like watching it for the first time.

It was horrible, ugly, grotesque, and fascinating all at once.

First, Jake’s throat bulged out like he’d swallowed an orange. Whole. Then huge cords in his neck knotted and stretched as if something alive were trapped in his throat.

Then, in one swift movement, his human face was remolded into that of a powerful feline. Human features reimagined.

I looked down at James.

He didn’t seem afraid. Just alarmed. Concerned.

He wheeled a few feet backward. “Calm down, man,” he mumbled. “Just take it easy.”

Jake’s legs shortened and bent at a seemingly impossible angle.

“I’ll get a doctor.

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