DISCLAIMER: I do not own Lilo & Stitch in any way. I only own Experiment 000

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CHAPTER SIX: CLASH! 000 VS. 627!!

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In a room in Jumba's house, 627 was taking a nap. Soon, he was awaked by a malicious chuckle in his head.

"Who's there?"

627 asked.

You're awake…

An eerie voice talked in his mind,

Perfect!

627 looked around the room, there was no one there.

"Show yourself!"

I'm closer than you think…

Maybe…too close…

627 realized where that voice came from.

"You…you never give up do you?"

I like the competition.

"Well you're not going to get me this time neither, so just give up!"

Sorry, but it's over for you…

"What do you mean?"

I changed my sight to another new experiment; you're nothing more but my test subject…

"What do you mean?"

You'll see…

After that, 627 grunted in pain and placed his paws on his head. He fell to his knees, and screamed in pain. Soon, his grunts and screams of pain stopped, he looked to a direction with malicious eyes…

=EXPERIMENT 000's POV=

No turning back now, I must get an explanation for this hallucinations and malicious thoughts I keep getting!

But…What do they mean?

I opened the door to see Jumba working on something on a small monitor.

"Whatcha doing?"

When he heard my voice, he turned the computer off.

Must be secret.

"I was working on a super secret work."

Liar.

"You're not going to tell me are you?"

"Nope."

I chuckled. Somehow, I found that funny.

"So 000, what brings you here?"

"Well I…I…"

What the…again?

Another hallucination. There's a gash on Jumba's chest, bleeding badly. I stared at it in shock.

"Is there something wrong 000?"

I shook my head, everything is back to normal.

"Yes something is wrong!"

I shouted while pointing at Jumba.

"I'm sick and tired of these…these…THOUGHTS!"

"Whoa, calm down 000."

I lowered my hand, then sighed.

"What do you mean by this 'thoughts'?"

"I…I keep having these thoughts and hallucinations about death, murder and…and…"

Should I tell him with solid details?

About that weird mountain made of dead people?

About the demon in my last nightmare?

And about that unknown person appearing in my nightmares?

"Wait a minute…"

I looked at Jumba; he had a fear expression showing on his face.

"Did you have awful nightmares? And including a mountain made of dead bodies?"

How did he know? Has he experienced before?

Before I could answer…

KABOOM!!!

Jumba and I were sent flying by an explosion; it came from the other side of the wall.

I landed on my belly. I raised my head slightly looking at the floor.

"It figures! I go looking for answers, and something comes to throw me off road."

I pushed some debris off of me, then I noticed the guy responsible for the explosion…And he has Jumba!

"627…What are you doing?"

Jumba called him 627. He's an experiment alright.

"What's happening to you?"

I can tell Jumba exactly what's wrong with him.

627 stares at me with very malicious eyes, I could never forget that look. The same one that 624 faker gave me in my las nightmare.

"Now I know what's going on!"

I took a few steps toward 627.

"You're the one responsible for everything that happened to me!"

627 just kept eyeing me; I stopped a few feet away from him.

"So, where do you think you're going with Jumba?"

He didn't reply. I started running at him.

"Say something! You demon!"

627 jumped back and ran from me, dragging Jumba with him. I stopped when I went through the wall's hole.

"Whoa, he's fast…But I'm faster!"

I chased after 627. He tried to slow me down by shooting plasma shots at me from his mouth. Though it slowed me down a bit by dodging them, I still managed to keep up.

"Come back here!"

He entered the training room, I followed.

I looked around the room, then I saw Jumba in a corner of the room, and 627 in the center.

"You're not getting away that easily."

627 chuckled. Again, that demonic chuckle.

"000 wait! That's not 627!"

Like I'll listen to Jumba, this was personal.

I ran toward 627. But before I could lay a claw on the guy, the training program somehow activated.

"What the…?"

The room changed into a desert. But something was way off, everything felt so real. I thought the program only made the environment appear and make every effect when you do something.

But this one was way more than a hologram; real sand was going against my body, real heat coming from the sun struck me, real wind stroking against my antennas, and my backspines gently bouncing with the wind.

"What did you do?"

I want to know what this bastard has done to the program to make it real. He only chuckled.

"Isn't it obvious? I managed to teleport us to a real desert, where REAL danger is found, where REAL everything goes. Yup, the stakes are higher here."

This was freaking me out. He sounded like two different voices were talking at the same time.

"Whatever you are, you can't defeat, or kill me with this trick!"

627 chuckled.

"Think you can survive a fight on a real desert?"

I placed my paws behind my back and chuckled, and with a cool and confident tone,

"Just bring it!"

"Indeed I shall!"

A minute passed without action. I opened my eyes to see 627 charging at me.

I jumped out of the way, letting 627 land a punch on the sand. He rushed at me again, throwing a barrage of punches; it looked like he has twenty arms. I dodged them easily by running backwards.

I jumped up, looking down at 627. When he looked up I swung a kick, but he dodged it.

I landed behind him and tackled him. He landed on the floor, but got up by pushing himself against the sand, and he unexpectedly kicked me off my feet.

I made a back-flip so I could land gracefully on my feet. He ran to me again and jumped right on front of me. Then he opened his mouth.

"What the heck?"

He started shooting plasma shots from his mouth again; I jumped back, jumped to the side and ran in zigzags to dodge them.

"Give up, you can't win that easily."

Was I expecting to win easily? To tell you the truth…kinda.

I zoomed to 627 and elbowed him on the stomach; he replied by kneeling me under my jaw, I slightly levitated off the floor, and I landed on the hot sand on my back.

"Oh man, you're strong."

I was actually more excited than scared, for once, I'm carefree.

I got up on my feet and looked at 627. He chuckled, then he moved his fingers like if he was saying 'bring it on'.

I like his spunk; I decided to give it to him.

I ran toward him and locked paws with him. We pushed against ourselves, but we didn't budged. He started head-butting me, I de-attached from him and punched him right across the face, he did the same. I had enough; I jumped a little and kneeled him under his jaw. He fell to the ground.

I walked closer to him, next thing I knew he jumped up and punched me on my stomach, then across my face and kicked me on my side. I fell to the floor in pain.

"Ugh…I don't know how much I can take."

I had to admit, he was super strong. Every blow I take seems to be eternal pain.

I tried to stand up, but the pain was too much, who would've thought pain would be this torturing.

627 was chuckling while I coughed up some blood, even my own blood is mocking me.

"What a weakling, I expected much"

Everyone expects much, why am I not surprised?

"*cough* I'm not through yet *cough*"

Every cough I take seems to be paid with my own blood. I can't let him win…For my sake.

I coughed and lost blood from my mouth one more time, then gathered enough strength to get up on my feet. I turned at 627, who was slightly battered, not losing a lot of blood like me.

"Again? I'm impressed."

"Keep watching, I have more than what you saw."

I zoomed at 627. I managed to surprise him and launched my own barrage of punches, first five blows to the stomach, then three blows to the face, another three punches to the stomach and ended by kicking him to the stomach. 627 coughed up blood by the punches and kick.

Now who's the weak one?

He struggled to get on his feet, then he started chuckling.

"Ha, there's nothing like feeling pain don't you agree?"

What the? Is this guy…enjoying pain? Who exactly is this experiment?

He lunged toward me, I lunged at him. We threw punches to each other, moving around the desert at light speed. I believe we're moving and punching so fast, someone watching the fight could only see but lightning moving around the desert.

I elbowed him on his side, he kneeled me on the stomach, then we continued throwing punches at each other. I landed one on his face; he landed one on my chest.

We splat up, looking very tired and battered. I had a few drops of blood dangling from my mouth, and lots of pain spots on my side, belly and chest, my fore-head also seen better days; I was a mess of blood.

627 wasn't looking good either. Blood is also dangling from his mouth, he was clinging to his ribs, gasping for breath; He also was a mess of blood.

"You're good."

"You're not bad yourself."

"But there can only be one winner, and that's me."

"You're wrong; I won't let my blood be in your hands."

Actually, our hands aren't the only place tinted with blood.

627 jumped up into the air, and landed on some desert ruins. Weird, I didn't notice that before.

627 shot plasma shots to some pillars. He wanted to crush me under them. I jumped out of the way and landed on a pillar. But this pillar was on another, making a big see-saw. One pillar landed on the other side, sending me flying.

Perfect.

I straightened my body so I could slow my descend, then I straighten my leg and started descending fast. 627 jumped out of the way, my plan backfired.

I was forced to retreat my position for me to land on my feet. I landed, but I couldn't see any trace of 627.

"Huh? Where did he go?"

Suddenly, a hand broke through the floor and grabbed my leg, dragging me into the ruins.

Inside, 627 released my leg and punched me on the stomach, sending me flying through a wall. I got up on my feet; the ruin was pretty small inside, not a good place to fight. 627 was probably thinking of slowing my fighting capabilities down.

What a coward, he's relying on the environment and status to slow me down all this time.

I couldn't see well by all the smoke, so I had to rely on my life sensor this time…Here goes nothing.

"Hmm…"

Found ya…what the?

"Weird…Why am I sensing two life forms within 627?"

 This puzzled me. But before I could notice, 627 zoomed toward me. He elbowed me on the stomach. I could reach 627's back, so I elbowed him on his back. He only grunts, but I managed to gather strength and kneeled him on his stomach. Then I punched him across the face.

That sent him flying against a wall, he lay on the floor, and he's not moving.

Geez…I hope I didn't overdone it.

I got closer on him; he suddenly leaped and elbowed me on the head. I fell to the floor…the only thing I remember then is…black…

* * * * *

HAHAHAHAHA

Huh…where…where am I?

I see I didn't have any trouble entering this experiment's mind.

…What?

Impossible…Nobody can regain consciousness that fast.

Who are you? Why are you hiding?

Damn, guess I didn't hurt you enough.

Wait a minute…Who exactly are you?

Isn't it obvious?

You're 627…are you?

Nice try but no.

Who are you?

You'll know soon enough.

Ugh…

* * * * *

Who was that? Why did he deny he's 627?

I opened my eyes…I'm alone, where's 627?

I got up on my feet, then I heard foot steps.

"You're one amazing creature. I guess Jumba must be proud of you."

627's back. This time I'll show him.

"Guess you need more punishment."

I remained calm. He lunged at me, I stepped aside, he missed, I punched him on the stomach, and he was sent flying.

I broke through a wall, landing outside the ruins. He stood up and started shooting plasma shots. I ran toward 627, dodging the shots.

I reached him, his face expressed shock. I punched him the hardest I could on his stomach. He coughed violently, coughing up a lot of blood. My shoulder was close to his mouth, so all the blood he coughed up landed on my shoulder.

"No…I'm losing grip on 627."

What? What did he mean by that?

"Ugh…taken too much damage…I must retreat for now."

"Oh no you don't!"

I had no idea what's going on, but I wasn't letting him go.

I punched him repeatedly across his face, stomach, sides, and gave a finishing blow by elbowing him on his back.

"Fool…I can't be…killed…that easily."

That time, there wasn't a two voice mix talk; it was a deep, demonic voice, trust me, you don't want to hear it.

"I can kill you 627! Watch me!"

And I would've, but…

"Don't waste your…energy on him…I'm not 627!"

I slowly dropped my arm.

"If you're not 627, then who are you?"

"You'll meet me soon enough."

Then, 627 twitched and fell to the ground, unconscious.

It took about two seconds after 627 fell to the ground but my surroundings turned to static, and before I knew it, I was back at the training room. Jumba ran toward me from the stat room.

"000, are you alright?"

I nodded, throwing aside the pain and blood surrounding me, I was fine.

"I'm fine…"

I pointed at 627

"But he's not."

Jumba shook his head slowly.

"You two are seriously wounded, what the heck happened?"

I shrugged.

"Just another episode of my life."

Smooth 000…yea right.

Jumba picked up 627, and examined him.

"Follow me to the infirmary; I'll treat your wounds there."

I followed Jumba into a hallway I never was before. Suddenly, a major pain got my back, and I fell to my knees.

"See, you're not 'fine' 000. I'm surprised you're surviving that massive bleeding."

Ok, so I was bleeding badly, 627 was more badly bleeding than me, even though both of us are critical.

"We're here."

He announced as he entered the door, I followed.

I wasn't expecting much in there, it looked normal. He placed 627 on the bed, I just stood there. I wanted to cross my arms but I couldn't too much pain.

Jumba first treated me. He wrapped my chest in some bandages, then he wiped my fore-head with some clean sponge and alcohol. It stung like hell, but I wasn't complaining.

"Done."

He said as he placed the equipment aside.

"I'm surprised at what happened 000. I read the stats coming from your fight against 627, your life energy and body temperature was critical, a little more and you could've…"

Alright, so I could've died there. But heck, I had fun…a little.

I didn't replied, I walked toward the infirmary exit. Before I exited I slightly turned my body to see 627, the expression he had on his face when we were fighting was the one of a killer, a demon, a menace. But now…He seems…harmless and…peaceful.

I questioned myself for that, but for now, it's left unanswered.

"…Thanks."

I said to Jumba as I exited the infirmary.

TO BE CONTINUE…