Disclaimer: I don't own Lilo and Stitch. I own my experiments, but now those are being grabbed away from me by those stupid Disney idiots claiming all the other experiments.

A/n: Still no word on 188's voice. I saw The Vanishing (Kiefer Sutherland's in it, I thought it would help me decide), but that didn't help. All I learned is that chloroform should definitely be outlawed. Aside from murdering frogs/butteflies and kidnapping people with it, it ain't doing anything for this world.

Enough of my rants about Disney and chemicals. On with the fic.

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       "I can't BELIEVE you brought your sandwiches on a bounty hunt!"

        "I can't believe you went out wearing Nani's t-shirt!" Ozzy replied.

       "Can't I wear what I want as I'm disemboweled?" Pleakley argued.

       "If I can eat what I want for my last meal."

       Stitch wheeled around. "Would you two stop talking like 188's already got you?"

        The hunters had already gone a mile into the forest behind the Pelekai house. Jumba walked ahead, one hand on his neuro-cannon while the other read the monitor. Every so often he'd change direction as the signal did. He hadn't said a word. Pleakley, Ozzy, and Stitch followed him with their eyes on the woods.

        "The signal has stopped moving," Jumba finally whispered. "He is either eating, resting, or..."

        "Or what?" Pleakley asked nervously.

        "Or he's found another victim," Jumba finished. The others were silent. "Come. Vhatever he's doing, we vant to surprise him."

        There was a small clearing just up ahead. The only sound was of the monitor beeping crazily. Then there four shots of light and loud blasts of that shook the forest. With a nod from Jumba, they slowly walked in. The clearing was scorched.

        "Um...am I the only one who notices there's nothing here and we just wasted a load of ammo?" Ozzy asked.

        It was true. There was no sign of the evil experiment. But there was a red, flashing light amid the scorched grass-and around it was blood.

        "We're too late," Pleakley whispered.

        Stitch stepped forward and sniffed at the blood. "This is 188's blood! I could never forget that scent." He put two and two together. "Do you think he knew about the transmitter?"

        Jumba nodded. "He must have. He tore it out of himself just to keep us from finding him."

       Ozzy threw up his hands-one holding a sandwich, the other holding a gun-and paced in complete frustration. "So now we have an experiment with the heart of Freddy Krueger and Jack the Ripper* combined running around loose on the island. He has venomous spines, big nasty claws, and a grudge against YOU." He pointed at Jumba and continued ranting. "We have no way to track him. What else can go wrong?"

       As soon as he'd finished, a blur of a creature shot out of the bushes and tackled him. The thing grabbed his neck and began slamming him into the ground as he screamed. It called out every alien curse there was as it beat him. If Ozzy hadn't been insane with fear, he'd have realized the voice was female. Instead of shooting her, Jumba merely reached down and picked her up by the scruff of the neck. She flailed her claws and sharp golden hooves.

     The thing was a deer-like creature with a long snout and black nose. Brown eyes spilled tears of rage. Her immaculate white fur was spotted with dirt.

     "You sick bastard! I'll kill you for what you did to my friend!"

     Ozzy sat up, shocked and rubbing his neck. "I didn't kill anyone, you maniac!"

     "Is true, 147. 188 is the one you're looking for. This is 625. Remember him?"

     147 stopped struggling. She looked at Ozzy. "It's a monster! Kill it! Kill it!" she continued. Ozzy screamed and ran behind a tree while Jumba let 147 down. She turned to Stitch, calming instantly now that she knew Ozzy feared her.

     "You I remember. 626, right?"

     "Stitch now," he told her. The two shook paws. Introductions aside, 147 turned to her creator.

     "So, where's ol' Knife Boy?"

     "We don't know. He tore out the transmitter. That's why I called all of you to come here," Jumba replied.

     Pleakley's mouth dropped open. "You called them all here?"

     For the first time, 147 seemed to notice Pleakley. "Who are you? Doc's boyfriend?"

    "Why does everyone say that?" Pleakly said angrily.

    "He's a friend, 147," Jumba said firmly. The snickers from 147, Ozzy, and even Stitch convinced him to drop it. "So, which expiriments did you bring? 158?"

    "Kidnapped in the raid on your lab."

     "383?"

     "Ditto."

     "601? 303? 606? 604?"

     "Ran away on his own; went with 601; just disappeared; kidnapped in the raid."

     Jumba smacked his forehead. "Were you able to bring ANY of my experiments to help?"

     "Nope. Most of them were kidnapped or killed in the one raid. A few just left like 625 and 600 did."

     Jumba sighed and handed her a neuro-cannon he'd been saving.

     Stitch sniffed the air. "The blood scent goes this way. Let's go," he reported.

     The group headed off into the forest again, with Ozzy keeping a good distance between him and 147. The fear of her didn't stop him from making sarcastic remarks.

     "Ok, let's do it this way. Doc's the smart guy, Stitch is the tough guy, Pleakley's the sissy guy, and 147's the quiet religous guy who ends up going crazy."**

     The next sound was the sound of four hands smacking him.   

     to be continued...

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    *He's got a point. I got the name 188 while reading about the Ripper killings. They took place in year 1888.

     **Simpsons quote I couldn't resist. Don't ask...

      The random numbers of the expiriments Jumba and 147 mentioned aren't mine either. I'm just reading the poster that came with my DVD..

        To the reviewers

        mosteXtrerameprincess: Apology accepted. ^_^ Yeah, I read Mission to Honolulu. It's really good! I just hope Ruby doesn't strangle 147 for moving in on St-whoops! I almost said too much! Hehe. And I don't know why Pleakley's coming with them. Proving point to Ozzy, maybe? Maybe he's drunk or something. I don't know, I just felt like I haven't put him in my stories enough. 

        Neo8: If Eric really did write that review and you aren't just making things up again, tell him I said thanks.

       Kawaii Spinel Queen of Evil: "The Cowboy Way?" Never heard of it. But if Kiefer Sutherland's in it, I'll have to see it. *frolics off to watch The Vanishing again*. No you moron! Don't get in the car! Didn't they teach you that in 2nd grade? NO! Don't drink the coffee! GAH! WHY DON'T YOU JUST BREAK HIS LEGS?! IT BOGGLES THE MIND!! *explodes*

      Faith: Well...uh...no. 188 won't turn good. He's already too evil now. The sad part is, he wasn't always this bad. *Goes off to finish writing the prequel to this story* As for Ozzy and Stitch dying? You'll just have to see!

      Took-Baggins: I thought Pleakley was gay from the 1st movie. This one just confirmed it. BTW-147 was just a jerk back then. She's gotten better.