Okay, this chapter is going to be my own slightly lame attempt at angst. Let's see if it's any good, okay? And for my reviewers:

Mimic12355, the name for Stitch's vehicle actually was inspired by Viewtiful Joe. Pretty sweet game, huh?

Nukerisr, sad to say Angel can't kill Hunkahunka yet because he's needed later in the story. A pity.

Anonymous but still Fascinated, you are correct sir! Though I guess it was obvious, huh?

Mona, I was indeed influenced by "Thrown into the Fires", and this chapter will show more of that influence. I also felt Hamsterviel deserved more of a chance to be really evil then how he's shown on TV. Additionally, isn't it weird that not many people seem to like Hunkahunka? I didn't think he was THAT bad, even with the fake love and everything. As for Arnold being a traitor, that's just how I see him. I think he's a lazy ass who would never lift a finger to help anyone if it didn't benefit himself. And thank you for saying I'm a master of this section, but I think that honor goes to people like The Great Red Dragon for his excellent story, "Before Perfection". Thanks anyway!

Sandaa Shojo, I also like the thought of experiment relationships. It helps remind you that they're just like the rest of us, except they're freaks of nature with super powers. When Jumba got stung, he fell in love with BOTH Nani and Pleakley, creating a gruesome threesome to be appearing later. I wasn't really going for 'cool' when I invented Holly, more like 'psychotic rapist/stalker/whore.' I chose her number as 411 because I thought of her as one of those trashy preps, and they're always talking about whatever the 411 is, so that's how I came up with her. I do agree that Disney would never want her and Pimp. Actually, I doubt any company would want them. Hell, even I don't want them! You can have them and any of my other experiments for that interview fic I hear you're working on. Just be sure not to ask Holly about Stitch or she'll go crazy, and don't eat anything Pimp offers you unless you want to become a thirteen-year old prostitute. I doubt your parents would like that. Oh, and don't bother with 628, unless you want to hear him say 'Pleakley' over and over again. But if you can come up with a good name for him, you're welcome to him.

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"Why?" Angel whispered. She sat at the base of a thick tree, crying. The forest seemed to be crying with her as leaves fell from their branches and all the plant life wilted, deprived of the love that sustained its magical life. She looked up at the tree trunk, which had a heart with "A+S" carved into it. "Why would he do this to me?" She hugged herself and continued crying.

A sinister laugh echoed throughout the forest. It was a cold, bitter laugh, devoid of any joy and filled only with sadness and hatred. "Well, what do we have here? A fallen angel, mourning her descent from grace. Don't cry, little Angel…I'll wipe away your tears!" With that last cynical outburst, the air shimmered and a figure appeared on a nearby tree branch.

Angel gasped. "Hunkahunka!"

"Don't call me that! My name's Experiment 323!" snarled the small violet hummingbird.

Her eyes narrowed in realization. "So it was you all along, wasn't it? You're the one who's been behind all the strange things that've been happening today, including Stitch's sudden affair with Holly!"

Hunkahunka puffed out his chest in pride. "Yes, all of that was my handiwork." The experiment had changed during his time with Hamsterviel. He was covered with nasty scars, his feathers were dull and matted, and his wings were made of metal. His beak somehow looked sharper and more dangerous. There was also a hint of something darker in his eyes. His zeal and love of life had gone, and there was nothing left but bitterness in his heart.

"What I don't understand is why the effects of your powers have changed so much. Before, all that happened when you pecked someone is they become obedient love zombies who went back to normal if they were splashed with water. But the policeman Stitch spat at was still in love with the lamppost after he got hit. I don't suppose Hamsterviel fixed that little problem?"

Hunkahunka nodded. "Lord Hamsterviel is not quite as good at genetics as our maker, but he isn't half bad at what he does. Or perhaps I should say he's all bad, seeing as how he's pure evil. Yes, he did make a few changes to my powers. He gave me a cloaking device to allow me to fly around invisibly to administer my peck. And water is no longer capable of breaking my spell, but there are a few other modifications as well."

"Such as?"

"As I'm sure you've noticed, those who are affected by my special love peck have begun to exhibit increased hormonal activities, heightening their sex drive and making them lust after the first thing they see. Instead of falling into a complacent love trance, they unleash the darker feelings locked inside their hearts, transforming them into sex-craved animals. I had to use maximum dosage on 626 to transform him into what you saw out on the beach."

"Change them back now!" she ordered, wanting to tear the bird to shreds.

"Sorry, can't do that. My love spell is now totally unbreakable. But don't worry, it won't last much longer, just until the last hour of this planetary cycle. But as time goes on, the lust I have ignited will grow stronger and stronger, leading to greater acts of dark passion. By the time the spell ends, the experiments and humans of this island will have indulged in an orgy the likes of which the galaxy has never seen!" He grinned evilly. "But that's just for starters. When the spell breaks, they will go back to normal, but have full memory of all the horrible kinky things they did. They will have betrayed and violated their friends and loved ones for wanton sex and rape. The bonds of trust and love they have forged with each other will be destroyed, and your little family will shatter like so much broken glass!"

Angel growled. "Bastard!"

Hunkahunka laughed. "But that's still not the best part! I used my full power on 626, so he's already feeling the maximum effects of my spell several hours early! He and 411 will make love like animals until midnight, and when he finally realizes what he's done, how he betrayed his so-called love for you, the guilt will drive him crazy!"

"I don't blame Stitch for what he's done, now that I know you're behind all this! I'll forgive him and tell him that you were responsible for everything, and he'll hunt you down and rip you to pieces!" she vowed.

"Oh, I'm sure he would. Only he'll never find you so will never hear your explanation and forgiveness! He'll turn the island upside-down looking for you, but all he'll find is a well-written suicide letter in your dressing room and a tuft of pink hair at the edge of a cliff overlooking the sea! He'll think you couldn't stand living with a broken heart and committed suicide to end the pain!"

"I never wrote a suicide letter!" Angel protested.

"No," he agreed. "But I did. He'll think you're gone, and since you won't be there to refute the letter (seeing as how I'll have kidnapped you and taken you back to Hamsterviel) he'll return to his family for solace. But they'll all be dead. While he's looking for you, I'll slaughter the people closest to him and burn down his house. I don't care much about the big human, I'll just burn her alive…I'll tear out that faggot Pleakley's eyeball and strangle him with his ocular nerves…blast Jumba's head off, maybe splatter his genius brain all over the place…but I'll save the worst for the little girl Lilo. The sight of her mangled corpse will drive 626 insane, and he will no longer pose a threat to my master. Evil will triumph, and the universe will fall before Hamsterviel."

"What did Lilo ever do to you?" Angel asked angrily.

Hunkahunka lost it. "What did she do?! WHAT DID SHE DO?! I'll tell you what she did. She said, 'Let him go, Stitch. We don't need his fakey love on our planet', as I was carried away by Gantu. She TOLD 626 to let me go. And you know what? He listened to her. He didn't even bother trying to save me after that. Because of his neglect, I was sent to HELL!" He fluttered his wings, seething. "And why? Because they didn't need me! Oh sure, to belong in their family meant nobody got left behind or forgotten, but only if you're cute or particularly useful! They threw me away because they didn't want an experiment that caused fake love! THEY ABANDONED ME!!!!"

Angel looked uncertain. "…I'm sure they had their reasons…"

"Oh, but I'm not the only one. 010 was handed to them on a silver platter, and they sent him back because they thought he was defective. 199 was an annoying gossip so they threw him away to shut his big mouth. They didn't bother saving 303 because they didn't have any use for an experiment that caused amnesia. I don't really blame them for 586 though, he was too big and unruly, and there were others they never even encountered who got sent to the doctor…but that's not the point. All of us were abandoned because we were useless, damned to Hell while the rest of you basked in paradise."

"That's not true!" Angel protested.

"No? Let me tell you what Hamsterviel did to us, we useless ones. The doctor was furious when 010 came back and made a mess of his lab, so he stripped off his fur and used it as a rug."

"…"

"199 stole the doctor's diary. For that, his hide was tanned and that lovely bulbous nose of his was cut off."

"…Stop it."

"303 erased the doctor's memory, and he thought his name was Doofus for a whole week. When his memory came back, he ripped 303's eyes out."

"Stop it."

"Oh, and let's not forget 586. He's been force-fed so much metal he'll probably be a giant for the rest of his life. His heart can't handle pumping that much blood through his body. It'll probably burst any day now."

"I SAID STOP IT!"

Hunkahunka sneered. "What's wrong, 624? Can't handle the horrible truth about what your boyfriend's done to us? This is just the tip of the iceberg. See these nice wings here?" He spread his metallic wings. "Pretty, aren't they? Are you wondering how I got them? I'll tell you: after Hamsterviel recovered from when I made him fall in love with Gantu, he punished me by tearing my wings off. And then he threw me into a tiny box with barely any light or air and left me in there for days. I'm a bird, a free spirit. It's torture for me to be unable to fly or stay confined in a tiny space. And that's exactly why he did it to me. He refused to let me out until I betrayed everything I had ever held dear…my old ideals, my love for life and freedom, even my feelings for a certain experiment. I renounced them all because I was terrified I would die in that box, crushed by the walls moving in on me. He let me out and built me new wings. And I became his forever."

There was a very long and bitter silence. "I'm so sorry." Angel said finally.

"I don't want your pity," he snarled coldly. "I want revenge. I want to hurt 626 and all the rest of you hypocrites as much as I was hurt, for you to feel the same pain as I did. I want you to feel the same despair and misery as I did, knowing you had no hope of freedom because you were abandoned. And you will feel it all, too," he said viciously. "You have no idea what the doctor has in store for you. You agreed to work for him, of your own free will, and then you turned on him. He didn't take that very well. He rants about you constantly, plotting tortures so devious and cruel it makes mine look like a massage on one of this island's beach resorts. The first thing he's going to do when I bring you back to him is cut out your voicebox and silence that lovely singing of yours forever. You won't even be able to scream as he destroys your mind utterly and completely. And I will watch…and laugh…as you are slowly twisted beyond recognition."

Angel looked at the warped hummingbird sadly. "Hunkahunka…what will all this revenge get you? It won't make you feel any better or happier to make us suffer. It won't accomplish anything worth doing."

Hunkahunka seemed to sag a little, aware of his own inadequacies. "I know," he said quietly. "But it's all I have left. And so…I WILL DESTROY YOUR HYPOCRITICAL O'HANA FOREVER!"

He shimmered into invisibility and made a dive towards Angel. To his surprise, she caught him right before he could sting her and drove him beak-first into the tree, trapping him there. He looked at her in disbelief. "I guess you forgot all of us 600 series experiments have thermal imaging, huh? I could see you coming a mile away." She leaned closer to the bird. "I do feel sorry for you Hunkahunka, but that does not excuse you from what you are trying to do. Even if there is no antidote, I will do whatever I can to get my family back. Despite what you said, I refuse to believe this o'hana was built on a lie." She frowned. "I should kill you…but even if you are a sick son of a trog, you're still family. And because of that, I'll spare you…this time." She turned and ran away, leaving Hunkahunka imbedded in the tree trunk.

She burst out onto the beach and saw Stitch and Holly still going at it. She growled and walked past them, barely keeping herself from murdering Holly, reminding herself that she too was family (Unfortunately). She hopped into the Stitch Machine and turned the ignition. The engines came to life, blowing away some sand. Stitch and Holly didn't notice. The cruiser lifted into the air and began to fly away.

Angel knew she had to find a way to break Hunkahunka's love spell before it was too late and everyone did something they would regret for the rest of their lives. There was only one person who could help her now, and that was Dr. Jumba Jookiba!

She just hoped he hadn't also been affected by the fallen experiment…

***

Hunkahunka strained his metal wings and pulled his beak out from the tree trunk. He spat out a few splinters and looked up as the Stitch Machine rocketed overhead. "Hmmph. She thinks she can stop me?" He smirked. "As I said before, there is no antidote. But I should still stop her anyway, I don't want her running around after midnight. That could ruin everything." He flitted away, flying north after Angel. As he flew near the end of the valley, he caught a flash of light out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look and saw something gleaming on the ground nearby. Curious, he flew down to look at it.

As he approached, he saw it was an experiment pod. All the grass and flowers close to it had died, leaving a barren patch of earth. The remaining plants pointed away from the pod, as if they could not stand its presence. He noted that it was black, an unusual color for the typical pod. Hunkahunka nudged the pod with his beak, rolling it over to see which one it was. The numbers 001 stared up at him, burned into the surface of the pod in white ink. "Hmm…the doctor should find this interesting. Perhaps I should show this to him before I proceed. It could be useful." He picked the pod up in his claws and flew away.

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That was a sad chapter, huh? Can't help feeling a little sorry for Hunkahunka…and what is in that pod, anyway? Review to find out next time!