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Chapter Two: Destruction From Within"I know you said that you couldn't see him, but I don't understand why you couldn't when I could," Lilo said, stressing over the new experiment that presented himself like none of the others had before. By trying to kill her. "Could you see him?" she asked the experiment in the container under Stitch's arm. It shook its head and muttered a rough "Naga." Lilo threw up her hands in frustration. "Maybe Jumba will know," Lilo said as she opened the door to the house. As they entered, a very anxious Pleakley greeted them.
"Lilo! Little Monster! Thank goodness you're here!" In frenzy, the freaked out Plorgian rushed them into the kitchen.
"Chill out, Pleakley. What's wrong?" Lilo inquired.
"I think that Jumba's been replaced with an android!" Pleakley nearly shouted, waving his arms in the air to be dramatic.
"You thought that last week too," Lilo sighed. Stitch rolled his eyes and left to let the reformed experiment out in the backyard.
"Well, yeah. But this time I think I'm right. You saw him earlier; he was like one of those zombie things you see in those old movies. He hasn't done anything all day. He just sat at his computer like this," Pleakley did his impression of Jumba by hunching his back and half closing his eye, as well as moving his fingers in a lazy typing pattern.
"He does that everyday, and its only noon. Now I have to go ask him something, so I'll be sure to look for a battery pack or something," Lilo said sarcastically.
"Be sure to watch out for the death-ray, oh the death-ray," Pleakley said as Lilo walked away. The little girl shook her head as she walked to Jumba and Pleakley's room. She did have to agree with 'Mr. Conspiracy' on one thing though: Jumba wasn't his usual self. He had always been one of the biggest personalities in the room, no pun intended. Today, he just seemed dull.
"Hey, Jumba," Lilo said as she entered the room. Jumba gave her a quiet grunt in response. "Okay, was just wandering if you had some information on another experiment."
"Which one?" he asked.
"Well, I don't know. I didn't get a good look at him 'cause he was wearing a cloak. But he had green fur and could move things with his mind," Lilo said.
"With mind you say?" Jumba's eyes lit up with interest and he averted his eyes from the computer to look at her.
"Yeah, it had to be. Things around him were moving, but he wasn't touching them. He could shoot these laser things too. Only Stitch said that they weren't lasers because they didn't give off heat…"
"Could it be?" Jumba said quietly, his eyes lighting up even more. He lifted his head and sat up straighter in his chair. It was only for a minute though, before his eyes went dull again and his body drooped. As he slouched again, something caught Lilo's eye. At the base of Jumba's neck, on his back, something squirmed. It happened so fast that Lilo wasn't sure she had really seen it. But real or not, it gave her the creeps.
"Lilo," Pleakley's voice called from the living room. Lilo almost welcomed the call as she walked out of the room. Jumba didn't seem to notice. As she entered the living room, Pleakley pointed out the window. "I think one of your friends is here." Lilo looked out the window and gasped. It was the experiment again.
The experiment lifted both of his hands out in front him to chest level and closed his hands as if grasping something. Lilo grabbed Pleakley by the waist and threw her and him back as far as she could. And instant later, the entire front wall of the house was violently ripped away. The experiment stood perfectly still as the debris landed all around him. His arms were now extended at his sides. The wind blew and his hood came off.
Lilo looked up to see the damage and then looked at Pleakley. "That is not my friend." Then louder, "STITCH!" Stitch came charging down the hallway, skidding to a halt in the doorway to the living room. "We're okay, but guess who's back," Lilo said, pointing at the experiment. Stitch charged and jumped several feet into the air. His intent was to come down on the experiment with all of his strength behind a punch. But the experiment was somehow able to parry that punch. With an open hand, he pushed Stitch's fist off to the side and grabbed his shoulder with his other hand. Using Stitch's momentum against him, the experiment lifted Stitch's shoulder and lowered his fist, then let go.
Stitch tumbled madly across the driveway, flipping to his feet at the end of his last roll. He turned as he reverted to alien form. Quietly approaching him, Stitch tried to attack from behind. His fist hit something solid mere inches away from the experiment. The air seemed to ripple outward from his punch, and Stitch realized that the experiment was now wrapped in a protective force field.
"You're limited to physical melee attacks, little brother. So now, I've become immune to you," the experiment said blankly, not even turning to look at him. He started walking slowly to the house, and there was nothing Stitch could do to stop him. No matter how many times he struck the barrier, there didn't seem to be any effect. There had to be something, some way to break through or use it against him. That was it; use it against him. Stitch grabbed onto the bubble surrounding the experiment, and lifted. The force field came lifted easily, and with it, the experiment.
With all his might, Stitch slammed it into the ground. The force field didn't rupture, but the experiment inside was thrown against the sides with enough force to cause blood to spurt out its nose. Crimson liquid spattered the inside of the force field. Stitch lifted it up a second time. With a snap, the experiment dismissed the field and flipped to his feet, attempting a sweep kick. Stitch jumped and turned midair to deliver two punches with his right arms.
The experiment shifted its weight just enough to miss the punches, and returned with a palm to the face. Stitch turned his head to avoid it as the two broke apart. Lifting his left hand, the experiment showed off a glowing blue, blade like projection extending from his palm. There was a stinging in Stitch's right cheek. He reached up to touch it, and when he took his hand away, he saw some of his own pinkish blood. With its other hand, the experiment wiped its bloody nose and charged.
"What is going on," Jumba asked groggily as stepped into the living room.
"The experiment I was trying to tell you about just pulled out the wall," Lilo responded.
"003," Jumba said in shock. Lilo moved over to him and tugged on his shirt to get him to look at her.
"We need anything you have on this one," she said urgently.
"I made him five years ago, but he didn't work. He didn't even wake up," Jumba said in disbelief. Then his shoulders sagged and his eyelids drooped. Over his shoulder, Lilo saw that squirming again, and this time, she knew she saw it.
Stitch rolled to the side to avoid a swing from the experiment's sword, and caught him with a return claw to the arm. 003 turned and swung at his feet. Stitch jumped and then had to twist immediately to avoid getting stabbed in the chin as 003 erected another blade from his other hand. Landing, Stitch jabbed and caught him in the jaw, but got a cut in the thigh from one of the force blades. The experiment was lifted off his feet by the jab and landed flat on his back.
Stitch attempted to jump on top of him, but 003 caught him with his feet and threw Stitch over his head. Landing on his hands, Stitch quickly switched back to his feet as the experiment came charging at him. He parried the first stab, and almost gasped in surprise as the blade sunk into the wood of the stairs. 003's second blade disappeared and he placed his palm on Stitch's chest. "That's right, brother," he said. Stitch knew immediately what he meant, 003 had manipulated the fight so each step took them closer to the house, and his goal. 003 thrust him palm against Stitch, and using extra mental force, blew him several hundred yards into the woods that surrounded the house.
003 let his other blade dissipate, and then climbed the steps. Lilo, Jumba, and Pleakley were gone, or at least going. They were on the other side of the door leading out to the other side of the kitchen. Extending his one hand, 003 lifted Lilo several feet in the air. By slowly closing his hand, he started to crush her frail body. Jumba slammed the door shut, and 003 heard Lilo fall to the ground on the other side. Changing his hand position, 003 tested the door's weight in preparation to blow it in. Right as he was about to apply the final push, he was thrown across the room by twenty plus pounds of blue furred furry.
Growling in the experiment's face, Stitch held him against the wall by the brown cloak that he wore. "This is the last warning, brother. Get out of my way," 003 said simply, despite the fact that Stitch had him lifted off his feet. Stitch snapped in his face. 003's eyes went wide, his pupils contracting until they were little slits. In return, Stitch's eyes went wide, his grip loosened till 003 dropped to the floor. He took several shaky steps back and fell to his knees. Grabbing his head, Stitch let out a roar of pain. Then he passed out.
"Stitch!" Lilo shouted. 003 looked over at her. He hadn't noticed her as Stitch held him against the wall. A piece of splintered wood only a few feet away from her lifted up and shot strait at her. It was a clear shot, and would have struck her in the neck. Had it not been for Pleakley. Pleakley pushed her out of the way just in time, and the splinter shot past them and imbedded itself in the wall.
"I told you to get out of my way!" the experiment called out to them. He reached out, and with a sharp jerk, ripped Jumba and Pleakley from their places and sent them hurdling toward him. 003 jumped as they came near, and struck each with a palm in the chest. The air rippled as the extra energy sent them back half as far as they had come, placing them in the center of the kitchen.
Jumba sat up a bit and tried to catch his breath. He hadn't been hit that hard since Stitch had beaten him repeatedly with a car. In quick realization, he looked over at Pleakley. The skinny alien was sprawled on his back, his large eye closed, and a dark green blood was seeping from his mouth. Quickly putting his ear to the other's chest, Jumba heard a single, steady heartbeat. A very bad sign. That meant that his second heart had failed.
A torrent of emotion rushed through the larger alien. Anger, sadness, pain, and rage. All ripped through ripped through him as a blinding pain blossomed at the base of his neck. As he lifted his head, he cupped his hand over the spot that hurt. He felt something move. Taking his hand away, he saw what looked to be a normal earth centipede. Normal, except for the markings on each section of its body in unnatural shades of red. It crawled around his hand before settling in his palm and rolling into a ball.
003 approached him slowly, the energy saber reappearing from his palm. He suddenly brought the blade up, bringing the point only inches from Jumba's eye. "Get out of my way," he said, his voice the same deadpan as always. Sparks started going off all around the room. Every electronic device in the house seemed to go off at once. "What trickery is this?" 003 demanded, his eyes darting whenever something sparked. Jumba ignored him, too concerned with Pleakley and the thing in his hand.
Lightning fired from every direction, coming from electronics, metallic objects, and even out of the walls. Each and every blot hit 003, causing the experiment to let out a cry of pain. 003 collapsed to the ground as soon as the lightning stopped, small sparks of yellow electricity coursing across his skin. His blade was gone, and as he stood up, Jumba backhanded him hard in the face. Bouncing off of the wall, 003 landed in a heap on the floor. From out of the microwave a yellow, lightning bolt like experiment emerged. It was 221, or as some better knew him, Sparky. Jumba stood up, casting the centipede to the ground. He stood over 003, blocking the experiment's chance of escape with his bulk. Sparky moved around him, sparks shooting off of him as he growled.
003 stood up slowly, using the wall behind it for support. He looked up to see Jumba and Sparky standing before him quite menacingly. Raising his hand, he thrust it out as if to push them away. But nothing happened. Jumba took note that the experiment's third eye was now closed tight. The experiment looked around franticly, desperately looking for a way out. Before either could stop him, 003 reached up and pulled a bag of flour of the counter. The bag exploded, sending its fine, white dust up into the air. In the confusion, 003 managed to slip between Jumba and Sparky. He ran to the nearest exit and ran off into the woods. Sparky started to follow, but Jumba stopped him.
"Go help Little Girl with 626," Jumba coughed from the flour dust.
"What about Pleakley?" Lilo asked as she moved toward an unconscious Stitch.
"I must operate immediately," Jumba answered, picking the Plorgian and whisking him off to the lab in his ship.
