The Price of Power
Chapter 7: 6-0-7
Dilclaimer: I don't own Lilo and Stitch, but I do own 6-0-5, 6-0-7, 5-6-3, and 6-3-1. And K9 owns 0-0-0.
6-0-5 POV
6-0-5 is running down a hall with many doors. He's sweating like a pig, searching frantically for the right one.
I have to find her! He'll kill her if I don't! She matters too much to die!
6-0-5 comes to the end of the hallway and tries to open the door, but it's locked. Without even thinking 6-0-5 kicked down the door and rushed into the room, ready for anything. 6-0-5 was yet again was face to face with the demon that haunted his dreams. This time he stood amongst burning rubble and holding up the icy blue experiment that he held so dear.
How? How can he live after being mutilated so badly? He's probably bled out all of his blood! And both of his eyes are missing! How does he see me!
"I have her, 6-0-5!" came the horrible voice of the demon. "She'll soon be freed. Freed to my 'Hell'! And soon, very soon, you shall be there to join her!"
What is he talking about? His 'Hell'?
The demon was about to slash her throat when 6-0-5 made a lunge at him. The demon quickly moved out of the way and threw the female experiment to the ground. 6-0-5 lunged at him again and punched the demon in the head. He didn't so much as even flinch.
There's no way he's that strong! I hit him with everything I had and he didn't even budge!
The demon shot a hook out and it hit 6-0-5 in the stomach and it pinned him up against a wall. The demon grabbed the female experiment and put another one of his hooks up to her neck.
"She shall be released into the 'Abyss'," he said with glee in his voice.
"NNNNOOOOO!"
The demon sliced her neck open and let her body fall to the ground, making a pool of blood at his feet.
6-0-5 woke up and punched a hole in the wall beside him. He looked around the room to see if anybody else was inside.
It was just a dream! A stupid dream! There's no demons in here! I need to stop being so paranoid.
A blinding pain shot through 6-0-5's body. With the adrenaline rush wearing off he became aware of all of the burns on his body. 6-0-5 layed back down to try to ease the pain. It worked a little bit.
"Hello, 6-0-5." came 0-0-0's voice from inside his head.
6-0-5 looked frantically around the room for 0-0-0, but he couldn't find him.
Where is he at? I can't be going crazy!
"You're not going crazy." came his voice again. "I can speak to you telepathically from miles and miles away. So don't bother looking for me. And don't tell anybody, they'll just think you're going crazy."
Oh, great! What could he possibly want! Now I have to listen to him whenever he feels like annoying me.
"I saw your performance in the training simulation," said 0-0-0. "And I have to say that it was rather pathetic! You were one of the lowest scores that I've ever seen!"
Perfect! Now I have to sit here and listen to him rag me about some stupid training simulation that I didn't even want to do!
"You never told the other experiments about me, 6-0-5. Why not?" he asked.
"They would have just thought that I was crazier than they thought. So what's the point?"
"The point is that that is the shining ray of hope! That somebody cares enough to actually risk their neck to save them, save a few of course." he said.
"Jumba's been setting up defence mechanisms, and he's been thinking of more things to counter you. He knows that you're going to come back to save the rest."
"Let him try. It doesn't matter to me."
"I met this wierd experiment after my training... ummm... Psycho? He gave me a piece of paper and told me not to throw it away. He said it was important for the future of 'her'."
"You didn't throw the paper away did you!"
"No. It's still on my table."
"Good. Keep the paper. Psycho has the ability to see the future. Unfortunatally he saw something that was to overwhelming to know and he lost his mind. So now when he predicts the future he's got half a chance to predict it right."
"Then why keep it if there's only half a chance he's right?"
"Because if he's right and you threw away the paper, then you're screwed!"
1 1/2 years later.
6-0-5 was in a fitfull sleep because he was having his dream about the demon. Ever since a year and a half ago the dreams became more and more brutal every night. 6-0-5 had forgiven 5-6-3 for leaving him alone to deal with Jumba and they had become good friends. 6-0-5 completed his training about five months after 0-0-0 broke out. The only thing, besideds the dreams, that had not improved was the fact that the experiments were teasing him a lot more because they knew if he did something about it he would be locked up in his room. 0-0-0 had tried to rescue the experiments about six months ago, but was recaptured by Jumba. Now Jumba had just finished creating a new experiment: 6-0-7.
6-0-5 was thrashing around the room like he had done every night since about eight months ago. By now all of the walls in his room were almost unrecognizable as walls anymore with all of the claw marks in them, some of which cut half an inch deep. 6-0-5 woke up in a cold sweat and found himself choking his pillow, which was half destroyed. He had already gone through about twenty others.
I've been having this dream for a year and a half strait. Jumba should have found a way to suppress it by now.
"Having that same nightmare, 6-0-5?" asked 0-0-0 from inside his head.
"It's gotten worse since last night. I don't even know how I managed to stay asleep for as long as I did."
"The mind is a powerful thing. Maybe it's trying to tell you something. I know that we've had this discussion many times before, but it is something to consider."
"I don't even know the experiment that the demon is wanting to kill. I've looked over all of my files and I can't find any evidence of either one of them. The blue experiment doesn't fit any description of any of the experiments. The only experiment that I don't know of is 5-5-2. He could be the demon in my dreams, or it can just be some other monster. I have no way of telling."
"I can tell you what 5-5-2 looks like," said 0-0-0. "But I have to let you deal with this yourself. If I tried to help you too much matters would only get more complicated."
"I know. You've told me about it a bunch of times. I wish there was just some way to figure all of this out..."
"The best thing we can do is wait and find out what happens. After all that is all we can do. Well, I guess that I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Who is he? It's really bad that I've had this dream for almost two years and I still haven't found out who either of them are. I guess all I can do is wait.
6-0-5 sat on the edge of his bed for about another hour and thought deeply about his dreams. He had found himself doing this a lot more often than usual. At one point it had gotten so bad that he hadn't eaten in nearly a month. Today it's been about a week since he last ate. 6-0-5 looked around the room and saw what the dream was doing to him. If it didn't stop soon his whole room would collapse on top of him.
5-6-3 should be here any time now. Usually he's here a little bit before now. I'll give him a few seconds though. Five... four... three... two... one... zero.
Right on cue 5-6-3 came through the door as happy as could be. It looked like today was one of those days where the other experiments didn't catch up to him and bug him and annoy him about 6-0-5.
"Why are you so happy today? Mine's started off being really bad, and I've only been awake for an hour and a half."
5-6-3 looked around at the fresh chaos 6-0-5 had freshly created in his room. He went over and picked up the table and found the piece of paper Psycho had given 6-0-5 and put it on the table. 6-0-5 had written down many copies of it and hidden them somewhere, but 5-6-3 didn't know where they were. 6-0-5 had even spent hours forcing himself to remember the code.
"Aren't you ever going to throw this piece of paper away? I'm surpised that this is the only thing in the room that hasn't felt the wrath of your dreams." said 5-6-3.
"No, I'm not going to throw it away. Now you answer my question. Why are you so happy?"
"Because I talked with Jumba today for the first time in since I don't know how long. And I found out something very useful from him." taunted 5-6-3.
"What is it? Did it have anything to do with stopping my dreams!"
"Yes!" 5-6-3 yelled. "Jumba found a way to stop your nightmares! He wanted me to tell you for us to come to his lab after we get something to eat. How long has it been since you've eaten last, anyways?"
"It's been about a week so far. But I would rather not go to get something to eat because all of the other experiments will be there."
"You're not scared of them are you? They won't do much of anything to hurt you. If they did you'd have a right to hurt them. Jumba said you could use self-defense."
"Of course I'm not scared of them! It's just that I know they won't attack me. They'll just sit there and make fun of me, and if they do it for too long I'll get a burning sensation to kill them. And if it gets to the point where I can't control it you won't be able to stop me. I'll just be on a warpath, and then Jumba would lock me up."
"Well, we need to go anyways. And if it gets too bad I'll punch them out for you. Jumba should understand. I won't kill them, but you might. So better me hit them than you."
6-0-5 didn't like the sound of it, but he went ahead and left for the kitchen with 5-6-3, but only because he wanted to... When they got to the kitchen they could hear a lot of experiments talking, but as soon as they went in it went and they all gave them an evil stare.
"Well, well, well. Lookie at what we have here guys. The 'Two Trog Brothers' are back from the dump they call their 'home'." said a short yellow, cat-like experiment with black spots. "It's actually quite pathetic that they have to stay cooped up in their rooms for weeks at a time because nobody accepts them for who they are. Boo Hoo."
All of the experiments were bent over, howling with laughter. 6-0-5 and 5-6-3 tried to walk up to the counter to get some food, but a big built, red experiment that looked like a sloth got in their way. He turned his head away from them and pointed at his face.
"Come on," he threatened. "Hit me. I dare you. Come on, trog... That's what I thought. You're too much of a pansy to hit me."
6-0-5 was shaking with anger. He would have killed the experiment if 5-6-3 wan't holding him back. All of a sudden the experiment went up and kicked 6-0-5 in the gut. It didn't hurt too much, but it still surprised 6-0-5.
"Can I kill him now?" 6-0-5 muttered to 5-6-3
"Go ahead."
A sinister grin broke across 6-0-5's face and the experiment cowered in his spot. 6-0-5 stood him up and stared him in the eyes for a second. All he could see in his eyed was fear for his life. 6-0-5 took his left hand and hit it on the right side of the experiment's face, making him crash into a wall. When the experiment fell back you could see his face print in the wall.
"Don't you think you over did it a little bit?" 5-6-3 whispered to 6-0-5.
"No. In my personal opinion, I went easier on him than I should."
6-0-5 and 5-6-3 walked up to the counter and all of the experiments in the room backed off into a corner. They got some food, ate it, and then left for Jumba's lab. The experiments were quieter than mouses until they left, and then they started to talk about how much trouble the two were going to get into with Jumba.
In Jumba's lab...
"Vell, 6-0-5. I have finally found a vay to stop your nightmares." said Jumba excitedly. "And I must say zhat I am very impressed vith her. You can be coming out now, 6-0-7."
Her? I thought that Jumba would just make some kind of machine to hook up to me at night and the dreams would stop.
Right after Jumba called for her, 6-0-7 stepped out from behind a machine and walked up to them. She basically looked like Angel. Except she was an icy blue color, her antennae were shorter (just a couple of inches past her shoulders), and she was about three inches taller.
"I made her mostly for interogation purposes, but she also masters in psychology in many different species that we know of. And I also made her to help you vith your dreams." Jumba said proudly.
Wait a minute. She's the experiment from my dreams. But the only problem is that I never told Jumba about her. Maybe 0-0-0 was right. Maybe my dreams do have something to do with the future.
"Vell, vhat do you think of her, 6-0-5?" he asked.
"You.. uh.. definitely did a good job.. Jumba"
6-0-5 was busy thinking about his dream. 6-0-7 was looking at him very intently, but he didn't notice. Jumba started to speak and 6-0-5 turned his head towards him to make him think he was listening.
I wish he would just be quiet sometimes and let me think for a little while. I can never get a moment's peace when I'm around him.
"Maybe you should listen to what he is saying sometimes, 6-0-5." came a voice from inside his head. "You know, sometimes he actually says things that are important."
6-0-5 looked over at 6-0-7 and he saw her smiling innocently at him. Jumba stared back and forth between the both of them and smiled his annoying little smile.
"I see zhat zhere is already a relationship forming between the both of you!" said Jumba gleefully.
If she can read my mind and speak to me like 0-0-0 can, then that means we can have a conversation between each other without Jumba knowing! Hey, 6-0-7. Have you ever noticed how much of an idiot Jumba can be sometimes?
"I can choose to shut you out you know." came her voice in his head again. "But, yeah. I notice that he can be an idiot sometimes. He can be pretty smart too."
Yeah! That evil genius blue mush food was the work of a very smart man. I bet he spent hours slaving over that idea.
6-0-5 and 6-0-7 were smiling at each other, fighting the urge not to laugh. Jumba was sitting there, dazed and confused, wondering what was going on..
"Vhat, may I ask, are you two talking about? I know zhat you are." he asked.
"We were just saying how good of an evil genius you are, Jumba." 6-0-7 replied innocently.
6-0-7 turned around and winked at 6-0-5 without Jumba seeing. 5-6-3, in the meantime was looking back and forth between the both of them looking as confused as anybody could be.
"I am not meaning to be bragging, but I must admit zhat I am vone of ze best evil geniuses zhat ever lived. Besides my father of course." Jumba said proudly, blushing a little.
Both of them were shaking and trying to hold back tears they were wanting to laugh so hard. All the while 5-6-3 was still as confused as ever, along with Jumba. All of them walked out and went back to their rooms.
Please review! I really need you to! If you don't I'll send 6-0-5 to your house and I'll let him take care of you!