I took a couple of deep breaths. Then I took a couple more. The Yeerks had taken my mother. They weren't getting my father. Before that happened I'd tell him everything. Before I'd let that happen I'd take Tom down, no matter what Jake said. I'd take Tom, I'd take Chapman, I'd take every Controller I knew of before I'd let them have my father. I had power. Deadly animals lived inside me. Their DNA swam with my own. I could feel the rage flowing through me, the blind, violent rage that became little films in my head — little head-movies of revenge and destruction. I pictured the things I would do to Tom... to Chapman... someday even to Visser Three. I would do terrible things to them.
Terrible, violent things.
It was a sick feeling. It was sick, and I knew it, and yet I ran those images over and over in my head.
Rage is addictive, you know. I guess it's sorta like a drug. Anger and hatred get you high. They get you high, but like any addiction, they hollow you out and tear you down and eat you alive.
I guess I knew all that. But all I could think of was that they were not getting my father. So I ran the scenes of violence over and over in my head. I rode that rush of fury 'til at last it burned itself out and left me feeling empty and beaten.
—Marco resolving not to do anything, Animorphs #10: The Android
Hades: I've got 24 hours to get rid of this... bozo... (hair flares red)
Hades: Or the entire scheme, I've been setting up for 18 years... (slowly gets closer to his henchman, head and shoulders on fire)
Hades: Goes up in smoke...
Hades: ... And you, are wearing, HIS!? MERCHANDISE!?!
Hades: Or the entire scheme, I've been setting up for 18 years... (slowly gets closer to his henchman, head and shoulders on fire)
Hades: Goes up in smoke...
Hades: ... And you, are wearing, HIS!? MERCHANDISE!?!
