Author's Note: ACK! Sorry for the delay, but my teachers all decided to pile as much stuff on me as they could! Well, anyway, this is the last of the short, written-in-fifteen-minutes chapters!
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Commander R- Unfortunately, you don't get to find out what happened to Sparky and the boy until next chapter. Sorry!
K9- I hope you find the rest of the story as interesting as you do the beginning!
Mystical Raven- I'm glad you find it good!
Darkness.
Silence.
No.
A voice.
Calling from the light.
Light?
Light!
Angel's eyes flew open and took in everything around her. She was lying down on a cot in a small room. There were all sorts of bottles and things on nearby shelves and 5-0-4 was humming as she mopped the floor. She looked up at Angel and smiled. "Guess you finally woke up, 6-2-4." The experiment dropped the mop into the bucket and sat down on the edge of Angel's cot. "Plus it's good to see you, but if Hamsterwheel caught me saying that it'd be the end of me!"
Angel sat up and hugged her old friend. "5-0-4! It's good to see you too! And by the way, my name's Angel now." She released 5-0-4 and looked at her. 5-0-4's function was to doctor the other experiments that got hurt or fell ill, and was a prototype for Angel in appearance. She looked just like the pink experiment, except she was a soft green color with a peach underside, nose, and the insides of her ears. She also had a ring of peach around her blue eyes. Angel saw a look of something like pity come into those eyes.
"So you were stolen from the little girl and 6-2-6, huh? There's another group of experiments who have names, too. They spend their free time trading insults about those two. I hope you won't join them?" 5-0-4 noticed a sad look come into her friend's eyes.
No, I won't. They should be insulting me." And with that she told 5-0-4 about about being caught by Gantu, the plan, falling for Stitch, and being caught again. "I put up a fight, though. They had to knock me out to get me in that teleporter!"
"They?"
"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. I got to reacquaint myself with your favorite experiment." A playful look came into Angel's eyes that matched the suspicion in 5-0-4's.
"Who?"
"6-2-5." Angel laughed as 5-0-4 clenched her paws and growled.
"That fat, spineless freak! Urgh! Remember when he would fake sick just to come to the infirmary to try and hit on me?
You would just laugh yourself to death and I would have to chase him out with a broom!" 5-0-4 began chuckling at the memories.
Angel began laughing too. "Remember that time he got mad and threw a vase at you? And you got really mad and slammed a cauldron on his head? And then I began whacking it with the spoon?" Both Angel and 5-0-4 were in tears at this recollection. Unfortunately, their merriment wouldn't last for long. A sinister whooshing sound accompanied the opening of the doors and the arrival of Dr. Jacques von Hamsterviel.
"From the sound of laughter I take it that 6-2-4 has recovered?" The small rodent looked up at the two experiments and snapped "Phonebook! PHONEBOOK!"
"Yes sir sorry sir!" huffed a small, black, fox-like experiment. Angel recognized him as 4-3-5, the camouflage experiment. She watched sadly as he staggered under the heavy intergalactic phonebooks and dropped them by the side of the cot, where 5-0-4 was now standing, looking down at the floor.
"Ah yes, the traitor," hissed Hamsterviel menacingly. He was about a head taller than the experiments, thanks to the books 4-3-5 brought. He seemed to realize that 4-3-5 was still standing off to the side, gaping at Angel. No doubt he's going to rush to all the others here and tell them who the special guest of the evening is, Angel thought bitterly. She suddenly thought of Stitch, and wished with all her heart that he was here with her now. "You, you stupid experiment who is not very smart at all!" Hamsterveil barked to the now-cowering 4-3-5, "get out of my sight before I have you roasted and eaten!" 4-3-5 left as quickly as he would have if his tail had ben on fire. "Now," said Hamsterveil, turning back to Angel and 5-0-4.
"You see, I have finally realized that power is only gazed through cruelty, so you will have no picnic here! Your friend," he spat out the word friend, "has it easy. Since she is a healing experiment she can just stay in here and fix the experiments when I work them to unconsciousness. She has to pay for her slackness by keeping this room oh-so sparkly clean every day of every month! You, however, will not be so fortunate. I believe tearing you away from 6-2-6 has been punishment enough for betraying me, so what should i do with you?" Hamsterveil paused and stroked his chin in a thoughtful manner.
"Excuse me, sir, but 6-2-4 can stay here with me and help me." 5-0-4 piped up from beside the cot. She withered under the glare that Hamsterveil fixed upon her.
"Do you think I am stupid?!" He screeched at her. "Oh no, there would be laughter and happiness and I do not want that among my evil experiments! You will be forced to build a hut with nothing but rocks. No tools of any sort, and it must be perfect!"
5-0-4 glanced at her friend. She that the task must sound silly to Angel, but 5-0-4 had seen the toughest experiments break under this slow, agonizing torture. She drooped her ears and whispered "sorry" to Angel as the pink experiment was forced to follow Hamsterveil out of the infirmary. When the door had whooshed shut, 5-0-4 kicked the forgotten phonebooks in rage, scattering them upon the floor.