Hey, peoples! Welcome to my first ever extensive Lilo & Stitch fic. This fic about an Experiment before Stitch who escapes Jumba and flees to Earth [Note: I made Jumba a bit nastier than he was in the movie, so expect a few changes in his behavior, compared to the movie].
This is rated PG-13 for some coarse language [still to come] and mild-to-nasty battle scenes [still to come as well].
And, on an extremely humble note, this is dedicated to my dear friend and online-buddy, Took Baggins, who I couldn't love more. I add that all of her work surpasses mine in every way, and I direly suggest you read her works as well.
So, without any further ado, I give you my personal masterpiece: Before Perfection.
Before Perfection
by The Great Red Dragon
Chapter 1
The first thing I can remember is feeling my own body. I remember becoming aware of my existence. I knew that I [whatever I was] existed.
I felt warm all over. It was a gooey, sticky-like warmness that gave the impression of being wrapped in a layer of freshly melted chocolate warm. I felt good, and all other senses I wasn't aware of didn't matter to me: the feeling was all I cared about.
It felt like I was in Heaven for only a few minutes, but I've got the knowledge to know now that I was held in place for many months, while other things and other people moved about outside of my ignorant bliss. I couldn't feel myself growing; I didn't know just how much my body was changing from its infant-state. I didn't want to know anything else, except the wonderful warmth and content that I was being exposed to.
However, that would change soon.
A loud humming sound made me aware of my ability to hear, and my contentness was replaced by sudden fear. The sounds were strange and unusual to me, and I felt a need to leave the place, somehow, but I couldn't have done anything anyway.
Quickly and almost painfully, I felt the warmth fade and the right side of my body slammed into something hard and cold. I was now horizontal, and this triggered a burst of sudden awareness of the world around me and my own body. I'm thinking that's normal for every newborn.
My ears, nose, mouth, and every other bodily opening were clogged with some kind of thick fluid...but I didn't know yet that I was supposed to breathe.
My eyes stung even though I had never opened them, and I was cold and numb all over. I twitched uncontrollably in shock, and fear continued to grasp me.
"What is this?", I screamed inside of my head.
"Where am I? What am I? Why am I here?"
Questions filled my mind, and for a second my raw, frail mind overloaded, and I lost consciousness.
I returned to life and felt something grab hold of me.
It lifted me up in a cradle-like position and forced something into my mouth [wow, I have one of those, too?].
At first there was no way of knowing what was going to happen. Then something smooth and flat parted my lips and released a thick liquid into my mouth and over my tongue. It tasted bitter, like a fresh lemon peel, liquefied. I didn't know how to swallow, so some of the stuff dribbled back out past my lips.
When there was no more room left inside of my mouth I started choking, and by doing so, I realized that I could swallow. I gulped down all of it, [with some difficulty] and surprisingly found out that I wanted some more.
However, there would be no more for me.
The tube was pulled away cruelly, much to my displeasure. I wanted it back, and instinctively raised my arms...I had four of them. However, the thing was already out of reach.
I gave my first sound from inside of my throat: a growl of protest. This was met with disregard, and I received a quick, sharp slap on my nose.
Another growl.
Another slap.
Another growl.
Another slap.
Okay, I got it by then.
I remained quiet. I was placed back on the floor, but it wasn't so cold anymore. I heard a click from overhead, and once again I was warm. This was a different kind of warmth, that can only be described as if the rays of the sun had melted to form a toasty and cozy blanket.
Hours past in my isolation; hours alone.
I was burning to acquire more knowledge about anything I could, but I didn't know how. I moved my arms again, and slowly ran my hands over my body: across my face, over my arms, around my chest, between my legs, and my calves and feet. I did this until I had a mental picture of myself in my head.
I was short, only about three or four feet tall. My fingers were tipped with sharp, spike-like claws, as were my feet. I had a large, round head, a wide mouth, and a bulb-like nose [speaking of noses, now I realized that I was actually breathing].
There was a never-ceasing dampness on my body, meaning I had fur: short and fine.
"But what color am I?", I thought.
It didn't really matter, but the questions tore at me like a bad itch. Worse yet, my eyes didn't seem to work. I was able to open and close them, but my vision stayed blank.
I felt helpless; too weak. Tears began fall in my anguish, and cleared my eyes of mucus.
Finally, after five minutes of quiet sobbing, I could see.
At first, everything was blurred. I could only make out dull shapes, much less see color. But as I blinked, and got used to the light [as dim as it was], and began to make out purples, grays, and reds.
And as shapes, texture, and the dim coloration showed up, I knew exactly where I...I was in a dungeon.
I now realize how incredible it was that I knew where I was, and what the place was! Hell, I was less than a day old, and already my brain was sparking like a super-computer!
...And then, suddenly and unexpectedly, something happened.
All at once my body surged with mental energy. I was on my feet, running back and forth across the lab, slamming into walls, screaming nonsensically, and destroying virtually anything that came within reach. My mind overflowed with pure hatred; fueling my actions. Everyone and everything didn't matter: I didn't care what came into my path of destruction, as long as it could be broken, smashed, bashed, mutilated, or killed.
My actions must've been scary to watch. I was a wild animal, with hate and a lust for destruction being my primary instincts. I had no reverence, but only a will to destroy.
Minutes later, when the smoke had cleared, and when the dust had settled, and I was completely out of breath, I heard a loud clapping coming from behind me.
I whirled around, and saw a large, porky creature standing there; apparently applauding me. He [as I would found out later] was about seven feet tall, and a third of his height was built around a large belly. A white lab coat hung un-buttoned around his shoulder with the collar bending around a thick neck that connected to a fat head [no pun intended], with a huge mouth and many large eyes.
He was smiling smugly, as though he himself possessed such power.
"Ha!", he laughed arrogantly; the disgusting smile still in place.
"Yes, you are exactly vhat I vos hoping for", he said triumphantly.
"Indeed, I am a genius."
I hated the guy from the start. My wild instincts took over again, and I dove at him with the ferocity of a jungle cat.
ZAP!
A sharp, electric pain shot through my head. In shock, I fell to the floor.
"What is this?", I thought savagely.
I didn't give it much thought at the moment, and made another attack at the chubby alien.
ZAP!
Damn, what WAS that?
I looked back up at the alien figure and growled at him viciously. He seemed amused by the fact that I was apparently unable to attack him...then again, he probably knew about it already.
"Vell, now, aren't ve a quick learner?", he said cockily when I didn't resume my attacks.
He produced a small, silver device from his pocket. There was only a single button on it. He clicked it once, and again the stab of electricity circulated inside my head. I couldn't hold back, and let loose a high- pitched shriek of pain.
"Do you see now?", he said in a suave voice, and he clicked the button again, and I felt another blast of agony.
"You belong to me."
Click
"AUHHHG!", I screamed loudly, with tears starting in my eyes.
"I created you."
Click
"GNAHHH!"
"You obey only me; nobody else."
Click
"AHHH!"
"You are mine."
Click
"RRRAHHH!"
Click
"ANNNH!"
Click
"EAHHH!"
He kept doing it. He wouldn't stop, and I had no means of defending myself. I could feel my resistive energy starting to fade, and it was a feel of defeat.
There was only one way out of it...only one way that I could see.
Slowly, decently, with the last ounce of strength that I had, I reached out one arm...and with the utmost of pathetic-ness, I kneeled over and begged him silently for his mercy.
Seconds passed in silence, with my head lowered.
Finally, I heard his quiet, evil, chuckle fill the room with the broken equipment. It was more painful than shocks I had received not long ago.
"So...", he said softly.
"You've decided to behave."
He kicked at me, but I didn't fall back. I stared up at him, and hatred was evident in my eyes. He saw it, and his sickening smile widened.
"Vell...", he said.
"Let's see if you're up to my qualifications."
