The Price of Power

Chapter 3: Who the Others See I Am, Part 1

I don't own Lilo and Stitch, but I do own my fan experiments. They are listed in my profile.

6-0-5 POV

He is squeezing me so hard. Like a child squeezes a tiny bug. It's hard to breath. I would break out of his grip so that I could get my revenge, but I can't move my arms. They're probably broken anyway. I look up to his eyes, but I don't see anything. I notice that he only has three arms. And it looks like, near his hands, are hooks.

"Well,6-0-5," said the demon, "You are too weak to kill me, so what are you going to do to destroy me?"

His voice....... it was so terrifying. Yet..... so mesmerizing. I need to get more power. But how? Jumba had me have accelerated growth, so I'm already fully grown, and my powers are at my peak.

"Are you hungry?" asked the demon.

What? What was he talking about was I hungry? His voice sounded like it came out of an intercom. Where did that come from?

"6-0-5! 6-0-5!" yelled Jumba through the intercom.

What does he want. I can't have slept for more than three hours. I'm so tired. I open my eyes. Everything is black. I unshield my eyes. Everything comes into view.

"6-0-5," said Jumba, "Are you avake? Vake up!"

"What do you want this time, Jumba?" I asked.

"Vell," said Jumba, "Zat kind of hurt me! If you don't care, I'll just go avay."

I didn't mean to hurt him. Oh, well. I don't care anyways. At least he didn't sound hoarse anymore. In fact it sounded like he had something for me. But I thought that he wasn't capable of being nice.

"I'm sorry, Jumba." I said, "What do you need?" "I thought zat you could use some food," said Jumba,

"I thought zat you vould vant some since you haven't had any in over twenty-four hours."

Well......... I guess that I was wrong, he was capable of nice. At least I could get something to eat without someone staring at me. I'm starting to respect Jumba a little bit more. Maybe he wasn't so bad.

"In fact, Jumba," I replied happily, "I am incredibly hungry. Thank you."

"Vell now," said Jumba, "zat vasn't so hard now vas it?"

I didn't like the sound of those words coming out of my mouth. My voice still sounded harsh. It must be naturally like that.

"No, it wasn't," I said, "But I don't want to say it again."

"I'll send down some food and some vater," said Jumba, "And after zat I vant you to sleep and try to make some friends. Not all of za experiments hate you, you know."

Yeah! Sure they didn't. There isn't one experiment in this place that doesn't hate me. I wonder what Jumba is sending me. I hope that It's not that mush..........

I've been waiting for five minutes. How long does it take for someone to get some food? Not this long, I would think. Where is that gust coming from? I look over from my bed and I see that the slot is open and some food and water comes through and slides onto the table without falling. That is pretty genius.

I go over to the table. Oh, it is just some mush. I guess that is all that they have around here. I bet that he has enough money to get something else. Oh well, if this is all he has.... I take a bite and I chew it a little bit. It wasn't so bad. I picked up some of the water and drank it. It burned. I hissed in pain. Green liquid started to come from my teeth. I tried swallowing it. It actually cooled off my throat.

"Jumba!"

There was no answer. I guess that I can only talk to him if he wants to talk to me. Oh well. I tried to remember the files that Jumba made on me. I looked to see why the water burned when I drank it. Oh........ My system can't take water because it would delude the venom. Oh.... then that must mean that I'll- It's coming back up. As I vomited a bit of yellow green venom and water I collapsed onto my knees. Everything was starting to go black. But I haven't put the shields over my eyes. Everything goes black and I close my eyes. I can hear what is going on, but I'm not aware of my surroundings. I'm losing my train of thought..... I have to keep awake, I have to keep thinking.

"Come on! Come on," screamed a man, "Ve need to get him to za ving right now!"

I recognize the voice, but not the speaker.

All the sounds that came into my head made it hurt worse than it already did. I need--------------------- -

I'm on a table. I'm strapped down. I open my eyes and I can see nothing but whiteness. I shield over my eyes. My head is still throbbing with pain. Even the clock ticking sounds like an avalanche in my ears.

"Vell," said a man, "I am glad to see you still alive."

Ahhhh! My head! Did he have to scream so loudly?! He was blurry at first, but now he comes into view.

"Ow!" I whispered, "Do you have to talk so loudly, Jumba?!"

"Oh," he replied in a whisper, "I'm sorry..... Vell, you gave us quvite a scare."

"Why," I asked.

"You almost died," replied Jumba, "I am truly sorry. I should have varned you zat vould have happened if you drank vater."

"What exactly happened?" I asked him. I have a feeling that I am not going to like the reply.

"Vell," said Jumba, "Zis is vat is happening. Ven you drink za vater it deludes za venom in your body. Now your venom isn't too strong so it deludes easily. Your venom keeps you hydrated. So if you vere ever caught in an environment vith no vater zen you could survive. You can live vithout eating, but you do have to stay hydrated."

"Well," I said, "When I was first born I could drink water. Why can't I now?"

"Vhen you vere first born your venom glands vere developing. You veren't losing much zen." replied Jumba.

I can't believe him. All he had to do was tell me and I wouldn't have drank any. I almost died! I hate HIM!

"So...," I said, "How long... was I... unconscious?"

"For about three days," replied Jumba.

"If you knew that I couldn't have water then why did you send me some?" I asked Jumba.

"I had 5-3-6 get za food for me." Jumba said.

"How long until I get out?" I asked Jumba.

"In about four hours," he said.

Jumba left. Well, I guess that Jumba isn't as smart as I thought him to be. He can't even take care of one of his experiments. I'll get Jumba some time........ But those dreams. Do they tell the future or what? I want to know. If it is then I'll need more power to beat that thing. But how do I do that?

Jumba came in. Look at that tub of lard. I wonder how he moves. It's been four hours so I should be getting out of here.

"Vell, 6-0-5," said Jumba, "I vill be checking for vital signs. And if they are all good, you are free to go."

Why did he have to do this? I know that I will be perfectly fine...... My heart is normal...... My breathing is normal................... Everything is normal! What a waste of time! I hate wasting time, and Jumba is really good at it.

"Vell, 6-0-5," said Jumba happily, "You are free to go. Vhy don't you try to make some new friends."

Yeah! Like that'll ever happen. If I remind people of someone that scares them how will I make a friend? I leave the hospital wing without saying a word to Jumba.

"Your training vill commence tomorrow!" yelled Jumba from behind him.

Aah! I'm tired of all of this training. When will it be over? Next I have to be trained to kill pink fluffy aliens that are one foot tall! That seems to be a bit challenging.

As I walk down the halls I notice that a lot of doors had dust on them. I'm studying one that is generator room # 1 when I get the feeling that someone is watching me. I turn around and I see an experiment staring at me. He was pretty small.

When I looked at him he stood there, frozen in fear. I think that I'll have a little bit of fun with him. I start to look at him angrily, and then I bear my fangs and start to hiss. Some of my venom started to flow out of my mouth and all over the floor. The experiment started to run down the hall screaming like a madman.

I stopped what I was doing and walked down the hall. A couple more experiments looked at me and I scared them both the same way I did with the last guy. Hahahahaha! These people are so easy to scare! I should do this more often. It really gets my spirits up.

I take a left at the end of all the hallways and go down the hallway with all of the rooms for the experiments. I think that I'll look for 5-5-5's room........ 5-5-0...... 5-5-1...... the sticker has been ripped off where it should say 5-5-2.... 5-5-3.....5-5-4..... the stickers been ripped off of 5-5-5's door too. That's odd. Well, I'll think about it back at my room.

"Hey!" yelled someone from behind me.

I wheeled around. An experiment actually had the guts to talk to me. That's weird.

"What do you want?" I said with hostility....... Wow! He didn't seem phased by that at all.

"You must be 6-0-5," said the experiment, holding out his hand, "I'm 5-6- 3."

I recognize that voice from somewhere....... Oh! He was the guy that was talking with 5-3-6! He looked kind of funny. He was a little bit taller than me. Maybe by an inch. He was skinny and had yellow and red flame patterns in his fur. He had a round face and black eyes. His ears were a lot like mine except much shorter. His teeth were jagged and pointy, and he had a little nub for a tail.

5-6-3...... 5-6-3...... Oh, yes! That's right! He's a fire experiment! He is fire proof. He can withstand extremely hot temperatures. He has incredible eye-sight. He can shoot and manipulate flames. And he can lift 1200 times his weight. Not too bad of an experiment. I like fire! Oh.... he still has his hand out. What does he want me to do with it? Break it, bite it, take it and throw him?

"Well," he said expectantly, "Aren't you going to shake my hand?"

I'm confused. What does he mean by 'shake my hand'? He must see the look of confusion on my face, because his expectant look went away.

"Oh," he said, "You don't know what I am talking about. First you grab my hand, and then you move your arm up and down."

I'm not a little baby anymore. Sheesh. I take his hand and moved my arm up and down.

I don't get the point, and I don't like this shaking hands thing.

"Well," he said suddenly, making 6-0-5 jump, "Now that we are properly introduced....... You can let go of my hand now."

"Oh," I said, "Sorry."

I let go of his hand. He looks at 5-5-5's door and looks back at me. Then he does the same thing again. What is he looking for?

"What are you doing here?" he asked. "Your room is down the hall."

"That," I said "Is none of your business."

Why does he want to even talk to me? Why won't he just leave me alone? Why? Why? WHY?!

"Yes it is." he replied.

"And how exactly is that?" I asked expectantly.

"5-5-5 was the experiment that gave me this scar." he said.

He showed me the back of his arm and parted his fur. There was this big, red mark all of the way down his arm. It was a horrid sight to see.

The second chapter should be out soon. I'm sorry this chapter was so short. And if you have any questions, feel free to ask.

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