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.
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN: ENDURANCE! TRAINING 3
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Two weeks.
Two weeks have passed since 621 was recaptured.
But I still feel he planned this.I feel like he's watching me.Damn that lunatic.
Jumba is still training me, he told me I still have powers to discover and to awaken.
I thought he found out all of my powers, but he told me his machines can't analyze me 100% in two tries.
I told him to train me to analyze my Vitality rate, so he executed an endurance program in his training machine.
Now, I'm wandering in a desert, with only a worn out brown cloak to protect me from the sun's rays and the sand.
It's been three days I been in this training, I told Jumba to keep me in this training until I'm near death or collapse from the sun.
Until know, Jumba only threw at me bots wielding swords and guns. They're easy to destroy, but there large number has me injured badly, but I'm not stopping, this is why it's called Endurance.
"Hm?"
I looked over my shoulder to see a whole army of bots coming toward me; all of them were sword wielders.
With my left paw, I grabbed my cloak from under my jaw and threw it aside, revealing my bruised and battered body.
My fore-head was stained with dry blood, and so was my left arm and chest. A slash mark crosses my left eye which is still bleeding, a slash done by a sword; I can't open my left eye until the wound heals completely.
"Let's go!"
The army of bots lunged at me. I ran to them, slashing the bots in my way. A robot tried to slash me, but I made a back flip, landing behind.
I looked over my shoulder to see a bot charging at me with its sword, I jumped and the bot thrusted its sword to the other.
I landed on my feet and ran through the bot swarm, launching a massive attack with my claws. The bot's oil covered my arms as I slash through them; at least it's not real blood.
When I stopped running, I looked over my shoulder to see the sand riddled with different robot parts and scraps.
"601 got nothing on me."
Suddenly, I felt an earthquake. I turned around to see a shadow, close to the same height as me. I changed my right eye to binocular-mode to take a closer look, since my left eye was out of commission until the wound is healed. Each time I blinked the sight gets closer, I can almost see who it was.
"621." I muttered.
How can that be? 621 was locked up.How did he escaped?
"Oh it doesn't matter, this time I'll get him good!"
I changed my eyes to normal, the shadowy figure I identified as 621 was standing, not moving or anything. I decided to make my move.
I ran toward the shadowy figure, I jumped and readied my fists.
"You're not running away this time!"
As soon as I got in range, I threw a punch, but there was nothing there. Maybe the desert is playing tricks on me.
I wiped the blood off of my face; the slash on my left eye is still bleeding, but not as much as before.
"Hm?"
I felt something burning on my chest; I looked at the symbol burnt into my chest to see it glowing. What does this glow mean?
"What the?"
Suddenly, the desert surrounding me is going into static, the training program is malfunctioning? Jumba.what are you doing?
I dropped to my knees and clutched my head, pain starts flowing around my head, evil thoughts and demonic things appear in my mind. I can't bare the pain, who's doing this?
.Stupid question.621.
I groaned as the pain continues concentrated in my head, my surroundings go into static and the mark on my chest glows brightly every second. The pain continued getting more and more powerful until I couldn't hold it in.I screamed in pure agony.
[Yes 0.feel the pain.MY pain.]
I stopped screaming and looked up, still clutching my head. Nobody was here with me, but that voice is familiar.
"What.do you.mean?"
I was too in pain to even talk right.
[Things won't be the same now that you're linked to me.]
"What.are you.talking about?"
[That symbol on your chest.It'll all be clear to you.]
"I don't.understand."
[You'll find out soon enough.]
"You bast."
I was cut short by a HUGE concentration of pain on my head, I screamed at the suffering of this. I couldn't believe the amount of pain, it feels like I'm being killed.
"Please stop!"
I tried to hold myself back from screaming, I never face anything like this. Soon, my surroundings were getting darker.
I blacked out.
[Everything is set.My turn to play with him.]
=Third person view=
Jumba continued trying to get the main computer online; he had to log off the training program before something bad happens to 000, which is a little too late.
"C'mon."
Jumba continued working on the computer.
"Yes!"
He got a break. The computer went back online, the training program still intact. With a press of a button, the training program logged out, turning off the holographic environment and bringing back the training room. There, in the middle, lies a wounded and unconscious 000.
Jumba quickly ran out of the monitor room and checked up on 000. But on the other side of the door, 627 laid his back on the door, listening to whatever comment is done in the room.
'This isn't good.'
He thought to himself as he walked away.
"000, are you alright?"
Jumba shook 0 gently, trying to awake him. With a groan, 000 opened his eyes, his left eye is still out of commission because of the slash wound.
"000, what happened?"
000 just got up on his feet, stretching his arms and leg.
"I guess that training program was too much for you, you're wounds are severe."
Jumba said as he got up.
"I'll live!"
000 said as he pushed Jumba out of the way.
000 walked toward the exit of the room, Jumba eyed him with a worried look, never did he seen 000 act like that.
000 exited the room, then he slowly walked toward the lab's exit. The experiments inside the lab eyed 000 as he walked passed them, they never seen 000 walking around with untreated wounds. They would usually see him in the infirmary if he was wounded, but not this day, something's going wrong with 000.
000 went up the stairs and exited the lab, entering the house, in the room where the entrance to the lab was a mirror. 000 grinned as he noticed the mirror; he walked toward it really slowly.
"Things won't be the same now."
000's voice and a demonic voice said at the same time.
"Just as I told him."
000 stopped and looked outside the window, where a few experiments did their things, minding their own business.
"How the tables as turned."
000 looked at the mirror and walked closer to see himself in it.
"And with 000's body and abilities, nobody can't stop me."
000 looked in the mirror and grinned at the reflection he was seeing. No longer was it 000's own reflection, but rather the reflection of the most evil experiment ever created by an evil genius scientist, 552.
"Things will be interesting from here on out."
552, using 000's body, gave a demonic and malicious chuckle, which soon turned into laugh.
TO BE CONTINUE.
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