DISCLAIMER: I do not own Lilo & Stitch in any way. I only own Experiment 000. VOID99 owns Experiment 555.
You can use Experiment 000 in your stories but you must ask me for permission first.
Request: Can anyone help me pick a name for 000? I'm thinking the name 'Zero' because of his number.
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN: NIGHTMARE! A DAY WITH 621
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=000's POV=
I came to after a while. My energy was drained from me, I can't even open my eyes, I was pretty weak.
A drop of water fell on my nose, which gave me enough strength to open my eyes.
I was lying on my back on a bush, which must've broke my fall and serve as a bed. Tree branches shielded me by the sun, each branch dripping water.
It must've rained. But my fur isn't damp by water, it's covered in blood.
I remembered what happened to me, I engaged with 621…but lost…
"621…"
I closed my eyes; I was so tired, so I decided to rest to regain my strength…
=Third person view=
In a small town in Hawaii, a police officer falls, dead, his eyeball sockets…empty.
A creature bathed in the blood of those he slaughtered stands before the body, dropping the eyeballs which once belonged to a human.
"Humans…enjoyable to torture."
This horrifying creature is a demon, a killer, we know him as 621, with the mysterious purple aurora still shining around him.
"Pitiful mortals, they have no knowledge of the danger they're facing."
621 turned to the town and continued walking in, every human hidden in their homes, terrified by the nightmare walking in their town.
"Don't move! Stay where you are! Keep your hands up in the air!"
A police shouted over a megaphone.
621 turned around to see a whole army of police force, each one pointing their guns at 621. But he just chuckled like if it was nothing.
"Lock on target men!"
The captain shouted.
621 just pointed at a police officer, and in one second, a spire came out of nowhere and pierced the officer's heart.
"FIRE!"
The captain shouted.
Every gun shot their ammos, the sound of their safety clip being turned off, the triggers echoing through each officer's ears, they kept shooting at 621 until a thick smoke blinded the area 621 was standing.
The guns stopped, each office retrieving their guns…There's no movement, a smile shed on each human's face. At first, it looked like victory…
But the nightmare is just beginning; two blood-red eyes pierced the thick smoke, as 621 slowly walked out of the smoke, not even a scratch on him.
"No…"
A police managed to say.
The officer commanded his police force to pursue fire, but there was no stopping this insane experiment. Their luck ran out when each gun stopped shooting ammos and shot nothing but air. Out of ammo…
"Childs play."
621 rushed to the army, and with his sharp claws, he slashed three officer's throat wide open, then he slashed two officer's face. Then he made a back-flip, landing behind an officer, he digged his claws on the officer's back and broke his spinal cord. 621 only grinned pleased as the screams of agony coming from the police force's mouth.
621 looked over his shoulder to see an officer cowering, he found this amusing. 621 walked slowly to the cowering police, as other living officers cower on the floor, begging for mercy.
"St…stay back."
The human begged in fear.
"Have mercy."
621 grinned,
"Mercy? I don't know nothing about that."
621 flexed his claws, his paw got surrounded by a thick black smoke, the human cop watched in horror as 621 readied his claws.
"Give my regards to my friends down below."
621 jumped to the air, landing his claws on the officer's left shoulder, piercing its body, all the way down to the officer's right hip, cutting him in half.
621 looked over his shoulder to see a tank, with multiple stronger weapons than the guns used last time. Every remaining police officer grabbed what they could use, then they pointed their weapons at 621.
621 could see the fear in their eyes, their legs trembling, 621 was enjoying this. He didn't waste anytime; he rushed to the remaining police force. He slashed the face of two officers, cut open the throat of three more. One officer tried his luck in fighting 621 with a dagger, but his prize was having 621's claws trusted into his chest, 621 grinned pleased as his dagger-wielding victim coughed blood from his mouth as he died a slow and agonizing death.
621 looked over his shoulders to see, the captain of the police force on the floor, staring at 621 in fear. 621 retracted his claws from the chest of an officer, leaving its body fall to the floor. Then he walked slowly toward the captain.
"Please…have mercy on me."
The captain begged in feared.
621 didn't respond, he just walked to the captain and kneeled down to the captain's level.
"You know…I might…"
621 said calmly and collected.
"Oh thank you so mu…"
The captain was cut short by an overwhelming pain came from his chest, he looked down to see 621's paw trusted into his chest. He looked back at 621 to see him grinning, staring at the human's eye. 621 retracted his arm, with the human's heart clinched in his paw, blood gushed out like crazy from the human's chest.
And with the human's last strength,
"May you burn in the pits of hell…"
621 squished the human's heart in his paw, grinning the best he could.
"Hell is like parodies compared to what's in my mind!"
A different yet familiar voice came out of 621's mouth.
=000's POV=
Walking…that's what I been doing for the past hour. Pain was still on my body, clinching to my left arm, since I can't feel my left arm. Other than my chest, mouth and fore-head still bleeding a bit, I've seen better days.
I can barely keep my eyes open, but I have to find help if I want to live, I could die of blood loss.
I found the exit to the forest I'm in; finally, I'm almost out. I chuckled in relief as the sunshine hit my body, that forest was damp, I never been so relief to feel warm again.
I could hear grunts coming from behind a bush; it might be someone who can help me.
I walked over to the bush, but my strength failed me and I fell, going through the bush. I got up on my feet, looked at the person, but grunted in disappointment.
"You again!"
601 shouted.
I thought he was going to do me in after what I did to him back at Jumba's jail.
"What the hell are you going here?"
601 asked.
"Long story."
I told him in a painful tone.
"I don't have time nor in any condition for a rematch, so can you get help?"
"Help you?"
601 asked rashly.
"After what you did to me?"
601 showed me a scar on his forehead; did I do that?
"I'm sorry about that but…"
I grunted in pain, clinching to my chest, then I weakly opened one eye,
"If I don't get help quick, I'll die."
601 looked at my wounded and battered body.
"Think you can place your arm over my shoulder?"
=Third person view=
621 looks on the bloody town in which he slaughtered hundreds of innocent people. On 621's feet, a teddy bear of a small child lays forgotten. 621 picked up the doll and remembered the little girl who owned this doll. Her face and screams of agony of her untimely end echoes in his ears, 621 grunted mad and crushed the doll in his paw.
He threw the crushed doll to the floor; he takes a little trip inside his own mind, where he decides to talk with…him. The demon responsible for 621's enhanced powers.
"Does it have to be this way?"
621 asks.
From the shadows of 621's mind, someone slowly walks out.
[Don't tell me you decide to retire?]
"It's pointless to go on, we're already feared around the world, I did my end of the deal."
[And I'll keep mine, but I want the fear to spread more than on this puny planet.]
"As much as I enjoy this slaughtering, isn't it going a bit too far?"
[My child, I need more than this to enjoy.]
621 smiled, as the shadowy figure comes even closer.
"Where next then?"
The shadowy figure walked out of the shadows in 621's mind, revealing his face and body. His face looked like it had been burned off. Only nerves covered some of his skull and a little red meat still clung to parts of his face, most of it was bone.*
[The place where Jumba didn't wanted to live.]
621 grinned.
"Ah, Jumba's house."
With that, 621 disappeared out of his mind, returning to control his body. The insanely disfigured creature, still in 621's mind, chuckled demonically.
[Jumba…beware…552 is back…]
=000's POV=
My arm was around 601's shoulders, helping me back to Jumba's house.
"We're almost there, 0."
I sure hope so, I still can't get the feeling back to my left arm, and I fear I might lose use of it forever. My wounds stopped bleeding, but not early enough not to stain 601's fur with blood.
"There it is."
I raised my head and smiled to see Jumba's house just some steps ahead. Finally, I was home. I still had to walk to it, but with 601 helping me, it wouldn't be a problem.
=Third person view=
"There it is…Jumba's house."
621's normal voice announced.
[Remember, I want to kill Jumba personally.]
552 told 621 in his mind.
"You can't kill him without using my body, how do you want to do it personally?"
621 questioned 552's request.
[Simple, when we were exiting Jumba's jail yesterday, I overheard him about a formula he just developed. It can create a shell of the one that drinks the formula, and re-make a body of another person at will.]
552 explained.
"Ah yes, so if I drink that formula…"
552 chuckled in 621's mind.
[I'll return…]
TO BE CONTINUE…
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*That description of 552 belongs to VOID99
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Let me guess, the teddy bear scene was harsh right?
I guess that scene of 621 against the police force was very gory right?
You never expected this turn of events right?
See ya next chapter!