A/N: Sorry, had to put this on the back burner for some time while I was working on my other stories, but since I'm once again stuck on those...Time to work on this one.

Two days later – School

"Man...I'm still nowhere closer to finishing that work," I complain as I trudge through school.

"Marcus!" I turn around and see Jon running to me, "Hey Jon, what?"

"I need your help with something?" he asks.

"Okay...what?" I say as we walk.

"Well... Can I copy the definitions for Teen Pep," he states and I look to him, "Definitions?"

He nods and I sigh, "Sure."

"You okay?" he asks me, "You don't look well."

"I know, I know. I haven't had a good night sleep lately, this nightmare I keep having startles me and I wake up in a cold sweat every time," I explain to him.

"What is it?" he asks me.

"That the experiment was chasing me," I tell him.

"Did you tell this to your parents?" he ask me.

I retort, "And tell them what? Oh mom, dad. I'm having nightmares of a monster chasing after me. Please take me to a doctor. Or please give me medicine."

"Yeah," Jon nods.

"I can't. They already paid my bills and I can't ask them to do that," I reply.

"I-I'll help with the definitions, but don't speak of this again. Okay?" I say to him as he extends his hand, "Deal."

I grab his hand and he sees my arm. I quickly pull it away, "Bye."

"Wait a minute," he runs to me and lifts my sleeve in shock, "Whoa."

"What?" I ask as I look down and I see a blue mark on my arm.

"I-I didn't even remember hitting something," I state softly as Jon looks at it closely.

I pull my arm and cover it as I walk away again, he runs up to me and asks. "Aren't you going to get that checked?"

I turn to him as I look around the hallway, I pulled him aside and whisper angrily. "Didn't you heard me before? I'm not telling them about this, it'll go away and that's that."

"Marcus...that's not normal," he points out.

"I don't care," I say irked about this whole thing, "It's just a bruise. Don't you dare mention it to anyone else?"

I walk away from him as I get ready for my next class as I mutter, "Can't believe it. Can't Jon mind his own business, I don't need to be looked after like a child."

I look at my sleeve covered arm, "Though he is right...I should get that checked or something."

I went to the closest boys' bathroom and locked the door as I washed my hand and arms, "Come on, come on."

I rinse my arms and dry it off, but I see the blue mark is there still. "What could it be? What is this stuff?"

Knock! Knock!

I turn to the door and hear a voice, "Can you open up?! I need to take a piss!"

I shout back, "I will in a minute!"

I gather my things and cover my arms, open the door and quickly left. I walk to my class, I pick up my sleeve and see that the blue mark was gone.

"What?" I ask confused as I pull down my sleeve, "Maybe I should've stayed at the hospital longer."

After school…

"Marcus, yo!" I turn and see Jon by my locker, "Ready for weight room?"

"Yeah," I nod as I grab my books.

"So…how was that thing?" He asks as he points to his arm.

"It's all better. Like I said, only a bruise, that's all and besides it's gone. Probably I didn't see it before," I explain as we walk to the weight room.

"And what happen to not mentioning it aloud?" I ask him angrily.

"Marcus…that was no ordinary bruise," he comments.

I place my hand on the handle and pull, "Just let it go."

He walks down the steps as I roll my eyes. I try to walk as well, but I felt my arm tug back at me; I turn around and find my hand stuck on the handle.

"You've got to be kidding me," I mutter as I pull it from the door. It took a few pulls, but I finally got it off the door.

I shake it and look at it as I walk, I open the lower doors with my foot and Jon steps back.

"Whoa! You trying to hurt someone?" he jokes and I laugh and then he add, "Seriously though, what took you?"

"I was stuck, but don't worry. I'm good now," I say with a smile, "Come on, time waits for no one."

"Marcus!" I turn and see Nick running to us, "Nick?"

"Marcus…Don't you remember you have practice?" he asks me.

"Shit…that completely slipped my mind," I comment as I turn to Jon, "I promise when I finish with practice I'll meet you and Luis in the weight room."

"Fine," he sighs as I run with Nick to the track house, change my clothes and run to the field.

Everyone was stretching, I join them with Nick. After we stretched, we went to our coaches and were given our workouts.

"JV Boys, you're going to jog at a slow pace three miles and then jog back here and go around the track once. Then you go to the old railroad tracks and jog back here and once again jog around the track again. Finally, you go to the third block and finish it with a jog around the track. You cool down is to go around the track the opposite direction on the turf and a light jog," our coach tells us.

All of us nod as we walk to the gate, "Marcus!" I turn to the coach and he motions me to come to him.

I walk over and ask, "Yes? What is it coach?"

"We heard about your accident and I just want to tell you not to go too hard," he advises me, "If you want you could walk back if you start to feel sick or dizzy."

I smile, "Thanks… But that wouldn't be fair to the others. Besides, if I want to be better at something I've to go through it; no matter the pain, right?"

"But we don't want you to get hurt again," he retorts with concern.

"I know and I appreciate it, but I think I can handle this," I smile.

"Okay, but remember it is okay if you take it easy. Just, do your best," he states.

"I'll do," I reply as I jog back to the other guys.

The coach stands by the gate, "Ready! Go!"

With that we all jog the three miles and I was shock that I was able to keep up with the guys; normally, I would be tired; though, it was the first lap still. I try to keep up with the pack as we jog together, I gradually made my way to the eighth place out of twelve. Once we hit the three mile mark, we jog back to the track and went around the long track. By the second round, I was sixth by the time we went around the track. The last lap I was in the top four and…I didn't feel tired.

I look at my friends and see them heaving heavily and hunch over as if the wind got knocked out of them. I just shrugged it off and went back to get my book bag and stuff; I say goodbye to my teammates and head to the weight room. I did the workout and I was tired. I was happy that Jon offered me a lift home even though I insisted I could walk home, but he wouldn't let me and I know he can be stubborn when it comes to these things. So, I just took the offer and he drove me home.

As soon as I got home, I could hear the news from the living room. When I went in, my dad was on the couch watching news and apparently, by how he looked, he was pretty tired. He was in a deep sleep.

"Dad?" I ask as I look over to the TV, "Dad? Hello?"

"Great," I comment as I turn the TV off.

I sit down by the small table and look at my ever growing list of homework, "I should really get this done."

I looked through the Stats homework and smirk, "Wait...I know this and this and that as well."

I answer most of the questions and the work easily, "Wow, that was simple. Time for a break."

I stand up and walk to the kitchen as I rummage through each cabinet, "Hm...I feel like...having...some...cake and coffee."

"What?" I turn and see my mom there.

I close the cabinets as I speak, "Yeah...I've this craving for coconut cake and coffee all of a sudden."

She lightly chuckles, "Really? You like coffee and coconut cake?"

She places her hand on my head and I look at her, "What?"

"Just that...you hate coffee and coconut cake," she reasons as she pulls her hand back, "you feel fine though."

"I'm still growing, maybe my palate changed to accept coffee and coconut cake," I reply.

"Just..." she chuckles, "Just weird that you want coconut cake and coffee now."

She grabs her coat and states, "Well...I'm off to buy some food for dinner tonight. I might bring you some coffee from Dunkin' Donuts."

With that, she left and I couldn't help but think about what she said. 'Just weird that you want coconut cake and coffee now.'

I shrug it off as I go and read Hamlet, type up the paper and start defining terms for Physics when I yawn. My mom finally comes back and gives me a small cup with some coconut cake.

"Thanks," I said to her as I was doing my work.

I wolf down the cake and drank the coffee like it was water. It took me a few minutes to realize it and then I quickly ran to the trash can and up chucked everything. I went to the freezer and took an orange cream popsicle out and then closed the freezer. I rapidly open it and place it in my mouth to remove the horrible taste.

'What possessed me to ingest those things? I hate both coffee and coconut cake,' I thought as walk back to the living room and resumed my homework.

Minutes later...

"Looks like I need a nap," I yawn again.

I put my stuff away into my book-bag and went to my room. I see the costume still looking at me as it was on my gaming chair, I gulp and go to it. I cover it with a blanket as I walk back to my bed and lay down on my bed. Later I woke up, I see the blanket is on the floor and my costume is gone!

'Where did it go?' I frantically look all over and around my bed, I look around my room as well. I crawl on the floor and mutter, "It couldn't have walked off, it has to be here. But where?"

I leave my room and see my sister was playing with my costume. I go to Melody and ask, "Why did you take this out of my room?"

"I didn't," she states, "I found it on the floor."

She turns and points to the door, "Right there, by the door."

I was confused by this and look to her, "You sure you found it right there?"

She nods, "Uh-huh."

I wanted to ask her more questions, but none register to my mind as I pick it up.

"Thanks," I said as I go to my room and close the door.

I carefully place the costume on the chair and glare at it intensely, "I knew it."

I pull back and sit on my bed, "I knew that thing could move."

"Come on? Playing possum are we?" I ask the costume.

I was getting irritated by this thing, "This is so stupid. So this is what I'm going to do."

I stand up, walk over to the costume and pick it up. "This is going to be your last day here. I'm getting rid of you right now."

I put it in a plastic bag and took it with me, I run downstairs to the kitchen. I place it on the table as I go to the basement to get some socks and shoes. 'I have to get rid of this...this...thing! I have to dispose of it before something happens. I have to place it where no one can find it, but where exactly?'

After I get dress, I go upstairs and take the bag. I open it up and see it in the bag still. I tightly knot the bag as I leave the house.

"Marcus, where are you going and what's in the bag?" I stop, turn and see my mom and dad coming out of the living room.

I answer, "Oh...you know going to help my friend with his movie and such."

They look to me as I slightly gulp, "I swear, I'll be back soon."

They look to each other and then back to me.

My dad points his hand to his watch, "Just don't be out too late."

I nod as I leave the house. I walk until I find myself near the Lance River, I pull out some twine as I wrap it around the bag; I look around for a heavy object and find a cement block. I tie the twine snugly around both the block and the bag. I pick up the bag and look down at it.

"All of this madness started when I found you! You! This is all your fault! If I have never found you, none of this would have happened! I'm gonna do something about this before you get your little... uh... zipper or whatever on anyone!" I rant as I shake the bag.

I immediately stop for a moment and thought, 'What am I saying?'

I glare at it with flames in my eyes, I drop it and went over to the cement block.

"Well, whatever your reason for all this is, it's gotta stop! It's gonna stop right now! Bye you little evil costume. Because you're dead!" I scream at it and kick the cement block into the dirty river. I wait as I see it sink completely under the water, I sigh happily and I walk away. 'I will never, ever see that evil costume ever again, and I hope everything will be normal again.'

As soon as I came home, I finished the rest of my homework, ate dinner with my family and we all slept well.

Three days later...

It has been three great days. Three great days of nothing weird or unexpected from Lilo and Stitch's world, nothing weird at home. Everything is back to normal ever since I got rid of that costume and I knew getting rid of it would be safest thing to do; it was the best move I ever made. No more anger episodes or aggression in the house, just peace. Also, no more of me beginning easily annoyed or acting like a jerk.

Right now, I'm in school and my Senior Honors English Teacher, Mr. Veber, decided it is best if we work with the other English classes in the senior class. I find Jon and we partnered up.

He asks me, "Why are you so happy today?"

I answer shocked, "Is it that obvious?"

He nods and I look around and then lean in to whisper, "I think I got rid of the thing that was causing me to act weird."

I pull back and he has a perplexed expression on his face and I wave it off, "Don't worry, it's gone and everything just seems better now."

"All right, here is what you've to do," another English teacher speaks, "You've to make up a horror story. It has to be at least six pages and at most ten or eleven pages. It can be anything you want it to be." With that said, they left the room and everyone was chatting away.

'Anything you want it to be, huh?' I smile, 'I know exactly what to write.'

Jon turns to me and suggests, "Hey, how about we write a story about a girl who found a knife in her purse and the purse ends up controlling her and kills all the kids on campus?"

I was going to comment until we heard, "Sorry, that idea is already taken."

I look to Jon and say, "That was a good idea."

I hold my suggest as I offer something else, "But how about we write about Mary, you know from 'Mary Had a Little Lamb' And one day, someone killed her precious little lamb and she got so pissed off that she turn to dark magic and that made her became Bloody Mary?"

"Uh..." Jon was speechless as everyone looks at us.

"Wow, Marcus, you have quite of an imagination when it comes to stories," Jon comments after the shock is gone as most of the class agrees with him.

"Thanks for the idea though," another classmate said, "it's great!"

"Hey, you can't take his idea," Jon counters a little annoyed.

I comment, "It's fine, it's fine. Just let it go."

"Marcus, that was your idea. You can't just let someone else take it," Jon retorts.

"Sorry. Sorry, maybe I should've whispered it instead of flat-out saying it out loud," I apologize.

"Marcus, don't apologize about that. It's just that idea was an awesome one for a story, right? I know you have another one. So...How about it? Do you have another idea, Marcus? Huh, do you?" He asks me.

I smile, "Well..."

I lean in and whisper, "It's about a boy and a costume. The boy finds the costume and thinks it is just that, but in actuality it is a monster wanting a soul. It takes control of him and changes him, wanting him to hurt his friends and family."

I pull back and look as Jon had a thoughtful face about it. I grin, hoping he likes my idea. Yet at the same time it's technically not an idea.

He stares at me. Jon sits back and crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow at me. 'Maybe he knows what I'm thinking. Probably thinks I'm being weird?'

He smiles and I ease a little, "That's a great idea. Let's write it, that will be the best fictional story in the class."

"What inspire you to think of that?" Jon asks me.

"It just came to me," I laugh as Jon punches my shoulder playfully, "Come on, tell me. How did you get an idea like that?"

"Like I said," I confess, "it came to me."

Jon looks at me and shrugs, "Okay then."

He grabs his book-bag and looks for pencil and paper. He grabs some and places it in front of us.

"Jon, I've extra paper and pencils. You don't have to do that," I say as unzip my book-bag.

"Now what does this costume look like Marcus?" he asks me as he wrote a few notes.

"Well...," I said as I rummage through my pack, "It sort of looks like...Where is my stuff?

I turn my book-bag upside down to find some paper and found a disappointingly surprise, "That."

Jon looks up from what he was doing and sees the thing as well, "Guessing it looks like that?"

My eyes widen and my jaw drop as I see what's on the table in clear light and everyone sees it as well. The costume.

I mutter as I drop my book-bag, "H-how can that be?"

'I thought I got rid of that thing!' I was about to shout angrily, but stop myself. I shoot up off my seat and grab the costume as I left the room. I sprint out of class and went straight to the bathroom as I lock the door and look at it.

"I thought I got rid of you in the lake! How did you get out of there, all clean like I never threw you in there?" I yell crossed and tear the costume into shreds as I place it deep in the bathroom garbage. 'Perfect,' I thought now that it has been shredded into pieces, I can go and enjoy my life.

The door flung open and I jump from the sound, I turn and find Jon there.

"Jon, don't do that," I say as I had my hand on my chest.

He looks to me and I try to lie, "I'm okay."

To bad my body said otherwise, my was heart pounding harshly against my ribcage and my face showed that I was hiding something.

'Jon will probably want to know what's wrong with me after seeing that?' I thought as I look at him; however I was afraid to even mentioning it too him. I decided that if he saw, he would have said something. And seeing as he hasn't said a thing is making me edgy.

I wash my hands and try to walk out and act casual; however, I had a nervous look on my face, and as such; Jon spotted this and asks me if I was okay.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" I say uncomfortably laughing it off, "I'm good. Really, let's go back to our story."

"You're lying," he said as he crosses his arms, "It wasn't fictional at all, was it?"

"What," I reply and laugh, "Pfft! That's absurd."

"Yeah right, it's not," Jon comments, "It's real."

"Ha! Don't be silly Jon!" I punch his shoulder playfully.

"Then why did you look so shocked about the costume in your book-bag then? Or in a rush to get rid of it?" he asks me.

I couldn't answer those questions and decided to stay quiet.

"As I thought," Jon said, "why didn't you come to me if this was happening? I could've helped you."

"How?" I ask him, "How could you help me when I just found out? How would you stop a thing like that?"

"Asking for help is a great way to start," he states and I sigh as I pinch the bridge of my nose, "Fine. You're right. I should've told you the moment I found out. I should've told Lilo and Stitch as well."

"But...that means I was the one that made the school shut down," I said as I turn to him, "It was me all those times."

"What are you talking a-" he stops as he thinks a moment.

"That's why it was after you that night," Jon said as he realizes what I was saying, "it was looking for its host. It was looking for a body to use."

"That explains why Stitch couldn't find it," I speak, "it had no form, had no scent; it literally had nothing."

"You should inform Lilo and Stitch now about the recent discovery," Jon points out as I nod.

"Now, we should probably get back to class before we get in trouble. Come on," Jon said as I follow him.

We go back and finish the story quickly.

After school...

Jon, Luis and I all went to the park to meet up with Lilo and Stitch because of the new information we found. But first, Jon and I had to inform Luis about the sudden realization.

"Wait...You're saying that your Stitch costume is a symbiot type thing?" he asks me.

"More like a parasite thing actually, but...Yeah same concept," I comment.

"That actually explains a lot," Luis said, "The whole attitude change. Why you were so tired."

"Okay. I got it," I state just a tad annoyed.

When we see them I walk up to them, "Hey guys."

"Marcus, so what is the new information about the experiment?" Lilo asks me.

"Yeah..." I start as I gulp, "I-I strongly believe that I'm the missing experiment."

"What?" Lilo asks unsure.

"Yeah," I nod.