DISCLAIMER: I do not own Lilo & Stitch in any way. I only own Experiment 000. VOID99 owns Experiment 555.
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CHAPTER SEVEN: INFORMATION GALORE! ENTER 555
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"I wonder if what happened to him really killed him…"
"I keep asking myself this question…But I'm not getting answers…"
"Maybe I should ask him…he might know something…"
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=EXPERIMENT 000's POV=
Nobody said being an experiment with powers like these would be easy…Maybe I'm complaining…Maybe my wounds surrounding my body are making me think this.
I walked to an empty hall, rested my back on the wall and slid down to the floor.
I wonder what did he meant…
=FLASHBACK TO CHAPTER SIX=
000 is standing in front of 627, who was on the floor, trying to get up after a huge blow to his back by 000.
"Fool…I can't be…killed…that easily."
I can kill you 627! Watch me!"
000 raised his arm and closed his knuckle, ready to give off the finishing blow to 627's head.
"Don't waste your…energy on him…I'm not 627!"
000 slowly dropped his arm and opened his knuckle, with a puzzled expression on his face.
"If you're not 627, then who are you?"
627 slowly got up on his feet, with his head slumped, he chuckled demonically.
"You'll meet me soon enough."
627's body twitched and fell to the ground unconscious.
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I wonder what happened there…
"Hi."
I felt a chill going down my spine, my ears prickled up. I know that voice…
I slowly turned my head to my left to see 624, staring at me with those blue eyes. I smiled and stood up. But she took one look at my body and gasped.
"My gosh, what happened to you?"
"627 that's what happened."
I turned my back on her, and slowly walked forward, but she grabbed my arm.
"627?"
I nodded.
"That's…that's impossible, Jumba modified him and turned him to good. He only fights when he's threatened or his friends are in danger."
I turned my head to her. There was no reason why she would be lying. Besides, I have that sentence 627 told me fresh in my mind.
"Well…"
I'll tell her.
"You see, I never met 627 before so I can't be sure what happened but before he passed out he said something about him not being627 so I thought…"
"Wait…Did he sound like two voice talking at the same time?"
"Yea."
She then gasped; she bit her lower lip and started walking around me slowly.
"Did I say something wrong?"
She shook her head, then looked at the other side of the hallway. I did the same, the path was very dark, you couldn't see anything at the end.
"I…I was going to ask you something but…I remembered something I had to do…"
She sounded scared, she walked backwards really slow.
"I'll see you later then."
With that, she turned and walked toward the lab's exit.
Whatever I said must've scared her, maybe it has something to do with…whatever is contained at the end of this hall.
I turned to the dark hall, something must be there that might answer my questions.
"Maybe I…"
I sighed as I shook my head. This might be my chance to find my answers, I can't back away now.
I walked toward the darkness, it was pitch black there. I changed my eye sight so I could see in the dark….Nothing out of the ordinary here.
"Huh?"
I found something…Looked like a teleporter. It's old, but with the right maintenance, it can be good as new. That aside, nothing much here.
"Geez, is this the only thing here?"
Now I'm all disappointed and depressed, guess my answers have to wait.
"This place is still creepy though. I'm outta here."
I ran across the halls, and in three seconds I reached the lab's exit. I was about to go outside when I heard computer typing.
I turned my head to see a shadow coming from a room.
My wounded and battered body might not be in no condition to fight, but I can't let something like this alone. What if it's an enemy?
I slowly walked as quiet as possible; I rested my back on the wall and listened closely to the person…or intruder.
"I can't believe this is happening again. I thought he was gone."
Gone? Who?
"But according to Jumba's reports, it's happening again…but why?"
Again? Does he mean?
"Maybe it's…him…"
Him?
I accidentally hit myself on an injured part of myself, I grunted as low as I could from the pain it inflicted. Then, the typing stopped.
"Huh?"
I peeked inside, the room was empty. I entered the room, and looked around. I spotted a scale on the floor. I kneeled down and inspected the scale.
What type of animal or experiment has black and red scales?
"Spying on me? Here, have a hand!"
I turned my head in time to see a fist coming at me.
"Duh! Except it's a fist man. Though, I don't blame ya for saying that."
I told him as I dodged the fist.
I rested my back on the room's wall, now I know where those black and red scales came from.
It didn't take long to find out these guy was an experiment, his arms and legs had black scales. While his chest, back and head had red scales. There were also two silver stripes of scales on his back.
No nose, no ears, and he had two orange horns. How could he hear my low grunt when he has no ears? It didn't make sense.
"I don't know who you are but who do you think you are by spying on me?"
"I wasn't I was…"
"Shut up!"
Man, he's aggressive.
He charged at me with his fist. I jumped over him and he landed his fist on the wall.
"So…We're going to do this the hard way?"
I turned at the experiment, he was grinning.
"Cool."
With that, he lunged at me again. I jumped out of the way; he stopped in time and jumped up to meet with me.
It seems he doesn't care I'm still wounded by the fight against 627.
He tried to land a fist on me, but I dodged it. We land on the floor, then he started to run toward me. I did my best to stay away from him.
I don't want to hurt him; I don't want to turn him like I turned 627. Heck, I don't even know if 627 survived his wounds.
This guy was fast too, he could easily get behind me for a chance to strike, but I notice him before he had that chance.
He jumped and landed on me. I holded his arms, trying to stop him from throwing punches.
I could see inside his mouth, he has fangs instead of sharp teeth like me.
I managed to get him off of me, but now he's using a combo of punches, kicks and biting. No fair!
I saw some boxes behind me, so I threw them onto him. They fell on him, but now he's not doing anything. I looked over the pile of boxes, but he wasn't there.
I looked around, I can't find him.
"Oh great."
I noticed weapons he could use against me.
A laser that could slice me to half, a crushing device to crush me and a plasma cannon.
"What's an experiment to do? Do I wanna get sliced, stunned or crushed? "
I scratched my head.
"This is a tough one."
Before I could make out of the situation…
I yelled in pain, something razor sharp just digged itself next to my neck.
"Oh great…He chose a classic."
I elbowed him on his stomach, which made him retreat his fangs. I placed my hand where he bit me, the pain was fierce. I could punch him straight to his face…But I didn't.
"Why don't you fight back?"
It was obvious this experiment was confused at my behavior.
"I'm not going to fight against someone who doesn't understand my situation."
He was confused; I still had my hand clinched to my wound next to my neck.
"You're one noble experiment; I can tell by the way you behaved."
Me? Noble? Yea right.
"My number is 555. You?"
"000"
"I guess you know what's happening right?"
I shook my head.
"All I know is what's happening to me, about these evil thoughts."
He nodded.
"Guess you're part of this problem."
"What do you mean?"
I walked toward him. But he just turned to the computer and started typing.
"I was in this situation before. I know about this more than anyone."
I looked at the monitor, thousands of information and pictures started to pop out. But there was one picture caught my attention.
"Wait!"
I pointed to the picture on the monitor.
"Who's that?"
555 looked at the monitor.
"That's experiment 621. An experiment capable of copying powers and abilities of anyone he touches at will. But he was locked up."
I looked closer to the picture, his fur is brown, and I managed to catch a glimpse of a white stripe on his back. And…his height…it matches of that black figure in my nightmares.
"Why was he locked up?"
"Something about manipulation, I don't know I wasn't around when it happened."
"Was he evil?"
"He was a nice guy, he never hurt anyone. But then they started saying about him doing horrible things, I don't know why he was locked up exactly."
Curious…Questions just keeps popping in.
"Here we go."
I looked at the monitor to see information about a disaster a few years ago.
555 started narrating:
"A few years ago, I created an experiment who was originally supposed to be a spy. But something went wrong with him and started doing horrible and inexcusable things. He toyed with other experiment's minds, which ended in tragedy."
I don't know why but as he continued narrating, is like I could hear Jumba's voice narrating instead of 555's.
"I was afraid of this experiment; it killed a lot of experiments. One day I managed to lock up this experiment, it almost cost me my own life. But the tragedy didn't ended there; he still continued his reign of terror even inside the cage. There was no one who could stop him. I always asked myself what could've possessed me to create such a monster; I always wondered why he managed to stay alive all these years without food or water. But one day, he died, all of the experiments including me were happy to see him gone. That day was one of my good days as I started on 626 without fear of experiment 552."
He stopped narrating. Hearing that document answered some questions, but still some were left unanswered.
"552?"
555 clutched his fist.
"552…He was an evil experiment. Like you heard in that document, he was a murderer. He targeted me with his mind games, but he died before he could do real harm to me."
I looked at 555's face, he was fueled by anger.
Something told me 621 might hold the answers to my questions.
"Do you know if 621 is still alive?"
I looked at me.
"I don't know, but with the right way, I could find out in the computer. All I got to do is to hack into the cell's computer system."
I watched at the monitor as 555 typed his way into a very secured network. 555's fore-head was getting dot by sweat. He's doing all this work just to do me a favor.
"I'm in."
The monitor opened a map, showing the multiple cell rooms and hallways. There were about 7 floors, what could Jumba have in there?
"I found him! Cell #716D. Consider this an apology from my attack on you earlier."
I checked the wound next to my neck, it stopped bleeding, and it'll heal overtime.
"Got ya."
"Why do you wanna know his location?"
"Let's just say I got my reasons."
"Whatever you say."
He left without a 'see you later' or 'next time'. I could tell he has an ego to protect. But I behind those scales and tough talk, he has a big heart. I have a feeling he'll be tougher on me next time.
I decided to find 621 tomorrow, so I walked toward the lab's exit. Today was my third day of life, even though they were hard times, I'm sure tomorrow will be better.
I exited the lab and the house; I climbed unto the roof and lay down on the roof. I placed my hands behind my head and stared at the clear night sky.
My shoulder is tingling slightly, I wonder why…
Tomorrow is another day…Guess my next challenge is falling asleep while ignoring this slight tingling on my shoulder.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep, ignoring the tingling on my shoulder…
TO BE CONTINUE…
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