The Predator by K. A. Applegate

evil.
    His body was an Andalite. He was the only Andalite-Controller in existence. The only Yeerk ever to infest an Andalite body. The only Yeerk with the Andalite power to morph.
    Visser Three.

    Visser Three, who had murdered the Andalite Prince Elfangor while we cowered in terror.
    Visser Three, who even the Hork-Bajir and Taxxons feared.
     he said, thought-speaking to us.
    
Ax said in a silent voice loaded with hatred.
    Visser Three’s main eyes focused on Ax. he said, surprised.
    Ax started to say something, but Jake snapped, him.
Give him nothing.>
    Ax fell silent, but he was practically vibrating with rage and hatred for the Yeerk Visser. It wasn’t surprising. Visser Three had killed his brother.
    But Jake was right. We couldn’t get into a conversation with Visser Three. The rest of us still wanted to hide the fact that we were humans, not Andalites. We could too easily slip and reveal the truth.
    Visser Three seemed to be enjoying his big moment. he said. our
image, we will have tobe sure and keep some of these forms alive. It would be entertaining to try some of these morphs myself.>
    None of us said anything. At least not anything that was human. Jake did snarl, drawing his tiger lip back over his teeth.
     Visser Three said to Jake.
    I was sick with dread and fear. But not so afraid that I didn’t notice a sneer in Visser Three’s tone when he said “Visser One.”
     Jake asked me in the thought-speak version of a whisper.
    
    Visser Three must have given some signal, because at that moment his Blade ship appeared overhead, shimmering into view as it decloaked.
    The Blade ship is far larger than the Bug fighters, and very different. It is jet-black. It’s built like some kind of battle-ax from the Middle Ages, with two curved ax-head wings, and a long, diamond-pointed “handle” aimed forward.
     Rachel said.
     I said.
    
    But Rachel did nothing. And I did nothing. And we all just stood there, under the watchful eyes of a hundred Hork-Bajir.
    They must have landed out of sight while we were busy watching the one Bug fighter.
    Ax had used the wrong frequency. The Yeerks had figured out we were laying a trap. And our trap had become Visser Three’s trap.
    A couple dozen of the Hork-Bajir leaped down from the high wall of the quarry and surrounded us. They kept their Dracon beams leveled at us as the Blade ship landed on the quarry floor.
    “Go, obey
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there
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one of the Hork-Bajir said, in the strange mix of English and their own language that they use.
    He pointed to the Blade ship. A door had opened in the side.
     Rachel said.
    But as she approached the door, the door widened to her size. It stretched and grew as if the metal skin of the Blade ship were alive.
    What a pathetic little crew we were, trooping inside the Blade ship. Weak and pathetic and stupid toimagine that we could ever have resisted the Yeerks.
    Visser Three was right. We were fools.
    This wasn’t even my fight, I thought. Not really. This wasn’t my time to die.
    I guess I wanted to feel