Okay, other than the fact that the way this is going to go is a bit unpredictable (unless you are me), I can understand if anyone is confused....Anyways, Anonymous' idea makes some serious sense, and who knows, I might just use it! After all, it wasn't as bizarre as you claim it was ABE...sorry I had to use an acronym. Anywho, this chapter is several days in the making...I actually planned this one out from EVERY possible angle that someone might criticize it, and here's what I say: have at it. Please review!
Syler laid comatose on a table. Jumba was setting up all the equipment. He had known that if Syler wasn't out cold, the pain would be unbearable. Finally, everything his research for the past year since the federation found out about his experiments came to a head.
That evening, the experiments who had made it indoors in time (it had conveniently started raining) where all discussing their excursion. Stitch, 635, and Mobius grabbed Tria, Keoni, Lilo, and Mediator as soon as they arrived. Immediately, the four knew something was up.
"Hey, watch it!" Lilo protested before she realized who the experiments attacking her were. "What's going on?" she asked, a little upset about being dragged into an empty room.
"Simple: Syler's missing and Jumba has something that enhances experiments." 635 said flatly. Lilo's jaw dropped, Keoni looked as if he couldn't care less, and Tria's jaw followed Lilo's to the floor. Mediator just sat there shaking her head in a 'no' manner.
"Something wrong?" Mobius asked.
"It's just that if Syler is...never mind." Mediator responded. No one pressed any further.
"So how did you find out about this enhancement thingy?" Lilo asked.
"Blame the 626 that's here. He found the file on the net, I figured out some of what it does, and sniper boy here determined exactly what it does." Stitch responded. 635 showed them the file on another computer that was in the room. None of them registered what it did until Mediator spoke up.
"Lets hope that Syler isn't the one Jumba's using." she said. No one pressed for more info, but doing so would have been a smart thing to do.
That night, a fully fledged thunderstorm raging outside, everyone was in the cafeteria. 601 was picking on a 01- series experiment. A clap of thunder was heard, and the lights flickered, so no one noticed a silver/bronze dragon-like experiment slip into the room. When the lights came on, no one noticed him. 601 continued his mocking until the experiment had enough of watching this.
"Hey flukian! Pick on someone who can defend themselves!" the dragon called. And in a fluid motion, comparable to molten steel flowing into a vat, the experiment quickly crossed the 57 of the 59 meters that separated him and 601. And in a similarly fluid motion, he pointed one palm at the pig. No one found this impressive, but what happened next they did. A blue-purple aurora ring fired from the palm of the dragon's hand, surrounded 601, and what it did next no one could even begin to fathom. The ground within the ring shattered, and the very molecules in the air rearranged themselves to form a powerful sleeping gas. Within seconds 601 was out cold. With a look of pure hatred, the dragon experiment, his hand glowing a similarly silver/bronze color as his scales, flung his hand towards the left. 601's limp body flew that direction, crashing through that wall and into the next one in the hallway. The air molecules returned to normal, and before anyone could say anything, the dragon experiment crossed over to Stitch and grabbed him by the neck, not so hard it would choke him but hard enough that he couldn't break the grip.
"If you dare blame anything on me again, I swear I will make what I just did to him look like a paper cut." the dragon said before letting go and walking away. No one said anything until he left the cafeteria. Stitch gave everyone a confused look. Mediator, 635, and Mobius exchanged nervous glances.
"What was that about?" Stitch asked ten minutes later. Mediator sighed and 635 looked at the hole in the wall and whistled. Mobius was the only one left to answer.
"Think about it. You, according to everyone else, always blamed Syler for everything, right?" Mobius inquired, knowing the answer.
"Yeah, and?" Stitch said, not getting the drift.
"If what I'm thinking is correct, then Syler is now extremely powerful. Being picked on and such is bad enough, but when given immense power, those very people who were picked on tend to try to get revenge. So if that was Syler, then that means you backed him into a corner, and he just came out swinging. And he's got a lot to swing now by the looks of that hole in the wall." Mobius finished. He didn't think this is really what was going on, but he couldn't have been any closer to the truth.
Sorry, no verse for this chapter. I need to get the next chapter ready, so that means no distracting myself with songs right now. Anywho, please review!!!! Oh, flukian is basically a Turian insult I had to come up with...it's basically 10,000 times worse than Trog is...