Disclaimer: I do NOT own Lilo and Stitch or their characters. I only own story, plot, and three experiments: Drea, Slyther, and Master
Stitch looked up at the coated black sky. He noticed there was no sign of light. No moon nor was their any stars. It was just black. The dark color in the normally wondrous sky sent a dark feeling of dread down his spine, causing him to shiver. He tried to ignore the feeling, but something inside his heart would not leave him alone. He decided on going back home where he felt safe with his family. With his palms, he pushed himself up to get out of his laying position before pushing himself fully up to his normal height. Without a backwards glance, he turned to head home.
When he curved through the trees and walked along the dirt path that lead to the Pelekai household, he stood in shock at the sight in front of him. The door appeared as if someone ripped it off and threw it carelessly to the side. The blue wood of the house had many holes that Stitch guessed the blast from a blaster caused it. The dome appeared untouched, but he could see, with his close up vision, that something happened inside there.
Quickly, he dashed up the stairs and hurled himself inside the home. His ears lowered when he saw just how beaten up the house looked like. The windows were cracked, furniture was lying on the floor badly burnt, and the normally light brown walls were singed black. He could also see a red trail that started from the entrance to the kitchen, where the blasts appeared to be frequent, and all the way to Nani's bedroom. Stitch walked over to the red trail, outstretched his finger, dipped it in the red substance and brought it to his nostrils. He inhaled the scent just before feeling his stomach getting queasy. He then brought it up to his lips to taste it, but was repulsed at how bitter it was. He then realized the red liquid was the blood that Earth humans possess.
He knew that if a human lost too much blood, then they could die. His eyes followed the trail and he became queasy once again. Cautiously, he began following the trail and stopped at Nani's bedroom door. Nervously biting his lip, he raised his hand and turned the knob only to find it locked. He began pounding his fists at the door, but nobody budged to open it. He then stuck out his sharpest claw, placed it inside the hole, twisted his claw until he heard a faint click. He retracted his claw then turned the knob to find out it opened easily this time. At first, it was dark. Stitch couldn't see anything. He reached for the light switch that he knew set itself on the right side of the door and flicked it. When the lights came on, he immediately wished he hadn't.
The blood trail led to the bed Nani usually sleeps on. The walls in the room had very dirty words, which Stitch didn't even bother reciting. On the bed, laid a hump covered in sheets. Slowly, Stitch dawdled to the bed. He took a deep breath then pulled back the covers. The sight in front of him made him drop to his knees. On the bed was Nani Pelekai, dead. Her pretty face now bruised with some deep scratches. Her skin drained color and appeared to look as white as snow. Her hair was in tangles and matted in sticky blood. He reached for her slender neck, hoping he would feel a pulse, but he felt absolutely nothing that meant she was still alive.
A few tears slipped from his eyes as he placed the blankets back over her body then left the room. He was about to exit the house to get some help until another thought occurred to his mind. If Nani was dead, then where was Lilo? He froze in terror at the thought Lilo might be hurt or worse, dead as well. He spun on his heels and ran to the dome. He placed himself on the platform, but it wouldn't go up. Stitch felt as if his heart stopped, but he wasn't going to let an old elevator stop him from reaching Lilo. He grew out his extra arms, jumped to the walls, and clutched onto it like a spider and climbed up the walls.
He came to the opening of the dome and pushed the folds aside. He pulled himself up then observed his room. His eyes widened at how much the room appeared hit by a tornado that kept going back and forth. His cot hung upside down with the sheet on the floor below it. The window was broken. The bookcase toppled over with the main pieces beside it. The books that once situated themselves on the shelf strewn across the floor. The walls had blood dripping from it and the floor appeared to be bloody as well. Lilo's bed had the most blood on it. The sheets were twisted and bloodstained and the pillows wrinkled with blood on it as well. Stitch bit his bottom lip at the sight of a pale hand lying on the floor under the bed.
He struts forward, then grabbed at the cold lifeless hand. He tugged it out from the bed and almost threw up at the sight that lay in front of him. It was Lilo, but her condition appeared to be worse than Nani. Her hair was all a tangled mess and coated in blood. Her neck had a scar that went around her throat, which Stitch assumed must be from strangling. Her side had a huge gash wound that was still gushing out blood. Her legs had long scratch marks embedded deep inside her skin. Her left arm had a huge bruise on her wrist, but her right lay at an abnormal angle, signaling to Stitch that it was broken. He observed her face once again. This time however, her eyes terrified him.
They're not closed, but they didn't appear to be looking at him either. Her sweet honey brown eyes were popped open in fear. Stitch shivered at the feeling of terror that his best friend might've gone through. He gingerly reached to close her eyes to let her rest in a peaceful, eternal slumber. To his surprise, he leaned downward and placed his lips on her cold pair. He didn't pull away until a minute later when he felt the hot tears sting his eyes. He pulled away then sobbed on Lilo's body, stroking her cheek with his thumb as he wept.
If he looked as bad as the outside, he wasn't any better on the inside. Outside he was just weeping with occasional gasps to catch his breath and hiccupping before proceeding to sob. Inside however, he was screaming. He was screaming why this had to happen. He was screaming how he didn't see this happening. He buried his face deeper in Lilo's, now drenched in his tears and her blood, red muumuu, inhaling the bitter scent of her blood and dead. This made him cry aloud in despair that he would never smell her scent of her coconut body wash on her again. He clutched to the sides of her dress as he wept, hoping his loud screaming would at least make her stir, but she didn't do anything.
"Lilo, wake up." He whimpered as he turned his head to face her sleeping face. "Wake up sweetie. Come on; open those lovely brown eyes of yours. Talk to me in your sweet voice, let me know that everything's all right. Wake up my love! Please wake up!"
"She's not going to wake up." Replied a dark terrifying voice from the back.
Stitch turned to see an experiment that looked like him except for midnight black fur and some writing on his chest that Stitch couldn't quite make out with his blurry vision. That was all due because of his tears that never seemed to stop.
The experiment came forward, but not too close. "I told you we were going to do it."
"Who are you?" Stitch asked in a small cracked voice.
The experiment didn't answer, but instead droned on. "I gave you a conundrum. All you had to do was choose. Apparently, you chose the hard way."
"What conundrum?" Stitch asked. "What choice did I make?"
"Lilo could've died an easy death had you chose it. Instead, she died horribly. Do you want to know what I did to her?" However, he didn't give Stitch even a second to respond and instead went on. "First I had to kill off Nani. I wouldn't have done it if she didn't get in the way, but she did so I had to kill her. Anyway, after I dragged her body into her bed and wrote some words on her walls just for the fun of it, I left to get Lilo. I knew she'd be in the dome that is where I last saw her. The girl locked it so I wouldn't come up, but that didn't keep me away from her. I climbed up the walls, pushed the folds aside, and pulled myself up. First, she gave me a look of terror to which I enjoyed immensely. Then I strode over to her, grabbed her by the arm, and hurled her to the wall. That explains her broken nose, the blood on the wall, and the bruise on her wrist. I went over, clutched her hair, then repeatedly banged her head against the wall before getting tired of it and just threw her to the floor."
Stitch looked beyond enraged at how the experiment described how he hurt his Lilo. The girl he loved more than anything else in this world. His hands clutched to fists at his side, but allowed the dark experiment to go on. "After that I climbed on top of her and started beating her, which explains the bruises still fresh on her little body and also the blood on the floor. During this, I guess the bookcase toppled and fell onto her. The shelves broke apart and I was able to move out of the way, but she wasn't so lucky and the shelves piled on her arm. That would explain why her right arm is broken. With my arm and oh so incredible strength, I swiped my arm across the bookshelf lying on top of your precious Lilo. That would also explain the books around this area and why the bookshelf is on the floor in pieces. I was surprised she was still alive, but I wasn't fazed for too long. I yanked her back up by her broken arm. She screamed and pleaded to let her go, but I didn't listen. Instead, I spun her around while holding on to her broken arm before hurling her to your cot, which explains why it's turned upside down and the sheet is on the floor. She fell, splattering more blood. I came and beat her while savoring her cries of pain and mercy."
Stitch was now biting down hard on his bottom lip, drawing blood. He wanted nothing more than to rip this experiment to shreds for what he had done to his loved one. Nevertheless, his feet remained motionless as if he wanted to hear the rest of the story. "Then I drew out my gun." The experiment retracted a set of arms to show his blaster to Stitch as if holding a prize and wanting to rub it in the blue experiment's face. He continued, still holding the gun in view. "I placed the barrel of the blaster at her side and pulled the trigger. Her eyes snapped open in a wide panicked look while blood spewed everywhere from where my gun shot her. Unfortunately, the girl didn't die, but I knew she was close to it. I placed my hands on her neck and started choking her. She tried to use her stable hand to knock mine away, but I kept a firm hold around her pretty little neck. Finally, her eyes closed, but I ordered her to keep them open because I liked the reflection of sheer terror. When she didn't respond, I drew my claws and ran them deeply down her legs, which explains the scratches on her legs. Finally, her eyes snapped open, but she was already gasping for air. I tightened my grip, and then she died. I picked up her body and roughly pushed her underneath the bed with her hand still out. I waited behind the cot when I heard your footsteps and waited until you came up here."
The black experiment stopped talking and looked to Stitch as if asking him what he thought. To say that Stitch was mad was an understatement. The experiment was livid. He left his bleeding lip alone and instead gritted his teeth in anger. His eyes showed no emotion except for hate, anger, and vengeance. With a cry of rage and utter despair, he threw himself at the experiment, assaulting him with his squeezed fists.
Tears poured from his eyes as he struck the experiment that killed his family member and his love. "You (punch) killed Nani (punch) and my (punch) buchee-bu! (punch punch punch) I'll (punch) tear you (punch) apart!" This time he moved to get up and grabbed at the experiment's head and smacked him to the wall, doing the exact thing he said he did to Lilo.
"Stitch!"
"Lilo?" He questioned as he looked around, but her body still lay dead. Her lips however were moving. "Lilo?"
"Wake up Stitch!"
"Huh?"
"WAKE UP!"
"Stitch! Wake up! You're having a nightmare! Wake up Stitch!" Screamed a female voice from beside him.
Stitch's eyes snapped open, but immediately shut them again at the pain of the light hitting his dark adjusted eyes. He opened them again and waited for them to re-adjust to the light. When they did, he saw a girl leaning over him with concerned brown eyes. He shook his head from side to side until he realized the girl leaning over him was Lilo.
His eyes popped open at the realization that it was all just a nightmare. Quickly, he sat up and took her in his arms tightly. His abrupt action surprised her, but she didn't question it. Whatever nightmare Stitch had had scared the living daylights out of him. She put her arms around his neck and began stroking behind his ears, a habit she picked up when she wanted to comfort her blue friend. It always works since he's more calm when somebody touches him in an affectionate way. It seemed like to him somebody cared for him and he had always loved it when Lilo would stroke his ears. This time however, it just made him clutch onto her tighter, refusing even to let her come up for air since she had her face buried at the crook of his neck with his hand on the back of her head to keep her there.
Lilo remained in the position until Stitch finally took a few deep breaths then released her, but still kept his arms around her waist. Lilo peered at him suspiciously, but he just looked away.
"Stitch? What happened?" She asked in a sweet voice. He didn't respond, nor looked at her. She brought her hand to grab his chin lightly and turned him to face her. She was surprised to see that his eyes were sparkling with tears. "Stitch? Why are you crying? What happened Stitch?"
"Lilo, do you believe in the message of a dream?" Stitch asked in a cracked voice.
She shook her head. "What happened Stitch?" She repeated, eyeing him curiously. "I heard you talking in your sleep."
He blushed, but thankfully, Lilo didn't notice due to his blue fur. "It's just a dream Lilo. A very bad dream. I don't want to talk about it."
Lilo reluctantly nodded, knowing Stitch didn't like it when people force him to do something he didn't want to do. She leaned over and kissed his cheek before giving him a heart felt smile then turned to lay in her bed to get more sleep.
Stitch watched her then laid back down. His eyes closed and he drifted off to a serenity slumber. The nightmare bothering him no more.
Meanwhile, the aforementioned jet-black spaceship with the three experiments inside landed gently on the ground of the Hawaiian island. The ships door opened to reveal the three experiments who exited the ship just before locking it. The experiments huddled together and continued to tread through the grasslands in the night.
"According to the book, 626 lives in the Pelekai house with a girl by the name of Lilo Pelekai." Drea read from the book.
Slyther rolled his eyes. "Well? Where is that genius?"
"Oh shut up Slyther!" Drea exclaimed as she threw the book to the ground and stormed up to him. "You don't know where it is either!"
"Did you just admit you don't have an answer to woo Master off his feet?" Slyther asked in a mocking surprised voice. "I'm shocked to hear that!"
Drea glared at him just before breathing irregularly. The fire inside her coming together in one, wishing to be unleashed. Slyther's proud smirk fell at the slight bump in his partner's nose. He knew what was coming and instantly ran away from her.
Master watched not amused as Drea chased the silver experiment. He rolled his eyes just before catching up to them, grabbed the violet colored dragon by her shoulders, and pushed her to the side. Slyther turned to face his Master's back then plopped into the grass, silently praising him for saving him from Drea's fiery wrath. Master swiveled to glare at Slyther, letting him know Drea's not the only one who's in trouble. Slyther gulped, and then crawled forward until he was next to the dragon.
Master bit the inside of his cheeks. He raised his paws then wrapped one around Drea's throat and copied the same with Slyther via using his spare hand. He closed his eyes in concentration. Slyther and Drea closed their eyes in fear of what was going to happen next. All of a sudden, Master's eyes popped open and they gasped at his now bloody red eyes. His crown design on his forehead lit up and sent power through his veins. That's when they felt it. Drea and Slyther howled, whimpered, and even cried as the pain shot through them like electricity, frying up their organs. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Master threw them to the ground.
He watched them before his blood red eyes turned back to his hateful black ones. He snapped at them. "Get up you two! I will not tolerate childish behavior! If I see you two arguing again, I will bring out the switch. Now get a move on. Get up or I will bring out the switch! If you two think I'm joking, then just try me." He whispered the last part in a terrifyingly dark voice. "We are here to get 626 and we can't do that if you two don't put your childish differences behind each other and move!"
With that, he turned and began to walk. When he thought he went too far, he spun on his heels to make sure his comrades were up. They were, but they were having difficulty walking let alone standing. He sneered at them then continued, regardless if they were catching up to him or not. After an hour of walking, the two experiments behind whined if they could take a break. Of course, Master didn't listen until his feet began tiring as well.
He came to a stop in front of a house. Ironically, the house belonged to none other than Myrtle Edmonds. He beckoned the experiments to move closer, saying he's found a house they could live in. Quietly, he walked up the drive with his two relieved comrades in tow. They walked up then reached for the doorknob. Of course, the person occupying the house locked the door. This didn't faze the tired Master and instead, grabbed at the door and with phenomenal strength, ripped the door open. He motioned for his lackeys to follow him as he stepped inside the house.
Master noticed a light ahead and some red haired woman with earplugs in her ears washing some dirty dishes. Why she would be washing dishes in 1:00 in the morning, nobody will ever know. These experiments were also befuddled how this pathetic woman would be washing dishes when she should be in bed. However, the experiments didn't dwell on it too long and instead came closer. They stepped into the kitchen and cleared their throats. The woman with curly hair of fire put away the last dish then turned to see the three experiments. She smiled, finding all three of them cute.
"Aww how cute!" She exclaimed in a high voice. "Is it Halloween already?"
"Halloween?" Slyther asked. "What the blitznac is that?"
"Blitznac?" The woman asked. "I should ask you what blitznac means."
"Blitznac is our word for when we don't like something. Us Turians use the term blitznac for when our ship runs out of fuel or we-" Drea was interrupted by Slyther elbowing her hard as if telling her to shut up and let Master take care of it. Drea obeyed and watched as her Master took a step forward.
"Madame, we are aliens." Master replied then drew out his blaster. This time, Mrs. Edmonds understood what was going on. "I'm going to ask politely. Leave this place to us and don't go blabbing it to the public, then we won't hurt you. If you refuse to leave, I will pull this trigger and you'll die. If you do leave, but you go telling people, we will hunt you down and kill you slowly and oh so painfully. Choose."
Mrs. Edmonds gulped then gripped the kitchen sink to keep her from falling to the floor in despair. "How long do you need this house?"
"As long as we want it." Slyther growled out. "Hurry up and decide. Master doesn't like waiting and he-"
"Silence Slyther!" Master scolded then turned to the now quivering woman. "Well? Are you going to leave?"
Mrs. Edmonds gazed at the experiments in terror. Her emerald eyes shined with tears of fear that she'll lose her house and be out all alone on the streets without anybody helping her or her daughter. "Just let me get Myrtle and we'll be gone."
"Myrtle?" Slyther asked with a raised eyebrow. "What is that?"
"My daughter." Mrs. Edmonds responded. "She's just upstairs, in her room. Asleep."
Master narrowed his eyes. "Just leave now. We'll take care of your Myrtle."
"What? No! I won't let you hurt my baby!" Mrs. Edmonds cried as she ran to Master and grabbed at his blaster.
Drea and Slyther stepped in. They both took hold of her arms and held her there. Master stood up, growling violently in anger. "I warned you madam." With that, he pulled the trigger on the blaster. All Mrs. Edmonds could hear was the sound of the barrel then a splat of the blaster coming in contact with her chest. She fell backwards, gasping in pain. Blood oozed from her wound.
"Mom!"
That was the last thing she heard before her eyes closed. The girl from the kitchen stood there in shock. First, her daddy leaves her then her mommy dies. She felt as if her world was crashing down and taking her with it. Her mother was the only thing worth living for and now she lost her.
Master, Drea, and Slyther spun around to see a girl with hair of fire and frightened eyes of hazel, much like her mother. Myrtle Edmonds stood in the doorway, an unreadable expression on her face. Master raised his gun when she screamed and turned to make it out the door. Myrtle was about to run out the house to find Lilo since she's always the one that knows about all weird things. However, she didn't get too far until she felt a blast from Master's blaster pierce through her night shirt and into her flesh, burning her back as she fell to the ground.
The three experiments came forward. Myrtle's vision began to darken until all she could see was pitch black. With one final breath, she passed away. Drea helped Slyther in carrying the dead body inside a room and laying her body on the floor of the bedroom. Master came with the mother and tossed her carelessly inside. The three experiments then locked the door before hurrying off to sleep.
They made themselves three pallets on the floor then went to sleep, eager for the next morning when their search for 626 continues.
Ten chapters done so far!