I hung my head and slouched. I was sitting on the red couch in the living room. I sighed as
Caitlin rubbed the fur in the back of my head.

"Is something wrong?" She asked.

I shook my head.

She layed her head on my chest. She shoved her nose into my shoulder. I rubbed the side of her neck with my other hand. How did I get so lucky to be graced with such a goddess?

"Are you okay, Charlie?" She said.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I told her as she rubbed her nose against my cheek.

I wasn't going to tell her that I had found out who my parents were. I wasn't going to tell her that Stitch was my dad and Angel was my mom. I couldn't say those things to her. I couldn't say anything to her. All that I wanted to do was look into those deep eyes of hers. I loved her.

I had the dream again that night. It wasn't exactly the same, though. But it felt like deja vu.

At the beginning of the dream, I was laying in mom's arms with dad beside me, as always. But then it changed. Mom and dad faded away. They were gone and I was left alone in with the pitch black empty space surrounding me. I walked aimlessly, my orange paws climbed one step after the other. Suddenly, I heard The Siren Song. I walked further and it got louder and louder. I started running. Before I knew it, there were walls beside me. I went around them. They got closer and closer together. I was suddenly in a maze. I walked around corners, escaped dead ends, went down alleys, then finally I came to the end. The Siren Song was so loud, I could hear it being sang right in front of me. I turned the last corner and came face to face with whom was meeting me there.

It was Stitch.

He looked at me straight on in the eyes. Angel was sitting behind him. She said to Stitch, "Bite him." Stitch growled at me and barked. I turned around and instead of finding myself inside the maze again, I fell down a dark bottomless pit.

I woke in a cold sweat.
My eyes felt too heavy to keep open. I was laying as far back as I could on the couch and Caitlin had her head on my shoulder. I was so glad Caitlin was there. I needed her right now. I didn't need to talk to her. I didn't need to make out with her. I didn't really need anything from her right now. Just for her to be there. That's it. Just to know that I have someone. That's all I really needed right now.

She smiled and we sat there. That was it. I felt that life was perfect.

Then Stitch came in.

He walked slowly to the front door. "I'm going out." He said.

"'Kay." I answered.

"You going to go anywhere?"

"Nope." I answered idly.

"Just gonna stay here with your girl?"

"Yeah."

Stitch rolled his eyes. "Lazy ass kid..." he muttered.

I'm not quite sure if Stitch knew that I had super-hearing like he did. He kept muttering stuff about me and acting like I didn't know what he was saying. I played along. "What'd you say?"

"Nothing." He said innocently and walked out the door.

Caitlin sat up and shook her head. "What is his problem?" She asked retorically.

I suddenly felt it all wash over me. Stitch, Angel, the dreams, the secrets, Jumba, all those nights I layed awake wishing I could meet my parents and now knowing that they both hated my guts, everything crashed down on me. I lost all the strength I had had and just broke down.

I collapsed onto the floor and barried my eyes in my hands. "It just can't be! It just can't be!" I shouted to no one. I couldn't cry. I just couldn't. There was something in me that is too confused and overwhelmed to cry. So I didn't.

Caitlin laid next to me on the floor. "Charles, please, just tell me what's wrong. Don't say 'nothing' because I won't believe you."

"He's my father."
By the time it was afternoon, I had told Caitlin everything. I told her about Angel drinking the blood, Jumba not remembering anything, me not being able to tell Stitch, everything. And the more she looked at me as if this was some crazy story I was making up, the more I began to believe it was.

It's funny, when you hear this story and you start believing it, it becomes like a second nature to you- an accepted fact or truth. But then you tell it to someone else, and you feel crazy. Like it couldn't possibly be real. And you feel almost stupid for ever believing in it.

"I know it sounds crazy." I said.

"It is crazy." Caitlin agreed.

"I can hardly believe it either."

She nodded.

We sat in that somber moment for awhile. This was what I had been afraid of. I didn't want anything in my relationship with Caitlin except for love. I didn't want us to sit here and ponder depressing thoughts. But I suppose that the cruelty of truth and life was something neither of us could avoid- even if we had each other.

"Come on," I said, nudging her, "Let's go upstairs."

She smiled and stood up. "Okay."

I walked alongside her, but before we got to the stairs, we saw Stitch in the hallway.

I accidently bumped into him. I didn't mean to- honest! He looked at me and glared. He started walking away. I noticed that Angel was standing with him, smiling confusedly.

Caitlin couldn't take it. I knew that she loved me as much as I loved her. She just hated the sight of my father looking at me like that. She knew how it saddened me.

She lifted up her head and shouted at Stitch, "He's your so- !"

Before that sentence was finished, a hand of pink claws had flown through the air. Angel stood in front of Caitlin, a look of pure rage on her face. I looked down at Caitlin. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

She was lying on the floor with three gashes across her face. Blood was seeping through them. She was hurt and beaten. And Angel stood up there, a contempt smile on her face.

"What was Caitlin saying?"

"Nothing, sweetie." Angel took another satisfied look at her prey.

I can tell you this now as I am looking back on the moment. In my lifetime, I was able to accept the fact that both of my parents had hated my guts. I was able to accept that I had born in a freakish unnatural way. I was able to accept that my siblings only assisted in making my life a living hell. But never, in all my years of living, was I ever able to accept the fact that Caitlin had been slapped and hurt. I could never repress the look of those three unsightly scars on her beautiful face. Angel had hit my goddess. I didn't matter if she was my mother or not, I wasn't going to let her get away with it.

I ran across the hall and let my second set of arms grow out. In a matter of seconds, I had my claws pressed into her back. I used my second set of arms to her hold down and my first set pressed her head into the ground.

I growled loudly. I heard her whimpering and squealing. I stopped caring that she was my mother. All I knew at that moment was that I hated her and loved Caitlin. And she had hurt Caitlin- so I hated her even more.

I stood up, still on her back, and I was about to do my worst, but a blue, clawed ball of fur ran over me. Stitch was holding my arms down into the ground. He had grown out his second pair just like me.

I looked in his eyes and growled like a starving wolf. I lifted up my legs and kicked him off of me.

Stitch immediately crawled back onto his hands and then stood up on his two feet. The spikes grew out on his back and he showed his sharp teeth and claws. "Mega nala kweesta!!" He shouted at me and lunged.

I grabbed his four hands with mine and tried to push him back. It was hard, though. We had equal strength.

With a sudden and surprising surge of energy, Stitch pushed me away from him and I flew right into the back wall. I landed onto the floor and immediately tried to get back up, but it was hard. I had hurt my back pretty bad and I think one of my shoulder blades might have been dislocated. There was a huge gash on my back. I felt blood running out of it. I wasn't going to stop, though. I had to avenge Caitlin, myself and my puphood. I charged again.

I jumped on top of Stitch and held his four arms down using mine. I felt my left shoulder struggling to hold him. I knew then that something had happened to it and was injured. It was tough, what I was doing. I was literally getting knocked down from a punch then coming back up and asking for more.

I had him pinned down and I was looking him right in the face. He could break free, but it would take some struggling. I thought up a way to get him while I could. I deployed my second jaw- it sprung out right from my mouth. My second jaw was hard to deploy, but it had teeth five times as sharp as a coyote's. I sunk it right into Stitch's chest. I bet it was only inches from his heart.
He screamed in an immense pain. There was blood seeping everywhere, part of his muscle was visible. I grinned sinisterly while the blood stained my teeth.

His struggling to get out from under me nearly ceased. I stepped back off of him instead. He got onto his knees and retracted his second arms. He placed the two he had left over his wound. He was hunched over and there were tears falling from his face. He was shaking all over from the pain, but he could still mutter these words to me. "Get out. Right now. You cold-hearted bastard."

I retracted my second arms.

It had seemed like such a long, soulless battle. Me and Stitch were now both debilitated to such an extent that we couldn't fight any longer. I didn't want to kill him. I just wanted to let him know the heartache and pain I've gone through because of him. I looked at him for only a few more seconds. I spit at his feet. I don't need you.

I picked up Caitlin- my wingless angel. She fluttered her eyes open. "Where are we going?" She asked, as I walked out the front door with her.

"Anywhere we want." I kissed her shortly on the lips and she comfortably laid back in my arms.