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 NINETEEN: CONSEQUENCES! THE CURSE OF 000
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Darkness…
That's the only thing I could see.
Pain was surrounding my body; I could feel something cold covering my paws and legs.
It's funny, I get my body back, and pain greets me. Only to find myself all worn out, even though I haven't done anything to make myself tired.
I heard a door opening; next thing to hear was a scream.
Next thing I felt was someone grabbing me by the neck, and then I was lifted.
I didn't have any energy to fight back, nor to open my eyes.
I was completely drained.
"Drop him 628!" Jumba's voice echoed in my ears.
I was dropped unto a wet spot. I managed to gather some energy, enough to open my eyes.
I looked around myself; almost the entire floor was flooded by blood.
To my horror, 5…6, no wait…about 10 experiments were lying on the floor dead. Three of them had a huge gash on their sides, two of them were decapitated, four of them were missing some parts, and one experiment's arm was about to be torn.
I looked in front of me to see experiment 628, the experiment Jumba must've yelled to. Judging by his fur color and looks, he's a male.
His fur was dirty with blood, and he was severely injured. Judging by his number, he was too powerful to be injured by these experiments.
I looked at my paws; they were completely bathed in blood. I checked myself out, between 628 and me; I was the most covered in blood…not my own.
I looked over 628's shoulder to see Jumba completely petrified by fear, without saying a word he exited the room, 628 followed.
I was against a wall, I rested my head on my paws…I was too late.
[Not bad if I do say so myself.]
I placed my paws on my head, closed my eyes and started shaking my head gently.
"Stop manipulating me! Get out of my head!"
I shouted as hard as I could.
[Are you kidding? This is so much fun.]
I slammed the wall behind me with my elbow frustrated.
I got up, I tried to walk for the exit but my wounded and battered body didn't allow it. I fell on the floor.
[Don't you like it to see people falling around you?]
Bastard…
I noticed an experiment's fingers were twitching, he was alive.
[Hm, a gash on his chest and he's still alive.]
I ignored this demonic voice in my mind, my body was in pain and completely useless to help him. I stayed on the floor watching helplessly as his life signs got weaker, until it disappeared.
[Well, that's over. Ten more souls for my undying power]
I tried to ignore this selfish experiment as he laughed demonically in my mind.
[Remember 000, there's nowhere in the universe you can hide, ours minds are one from now to eternity.]
He said with one final laugh and left my mind. I on the other hand, was not happy. I coughed out blood, and blacked out…
=Third person view=
In a deeper corner of Jumba's prison system, 621's cell rested. He glared at all of the creatures in their cages, waiting for something or someone to come to him.
"What took you so long?"
621 asked as the purple aurora started forming around his body.
[The child does not have a sanctuary to hide from me.]
A demonic voice echoed in 621's mind.
[It was amusing.]
621 chuckled.
"I'm glad to found him amusing, but let's not forget our deal."
[Don't worry…I didn't…]
=000's POV=
I found myself in a dark place; I looked around to find nothing but darkness. That's when I heard a scream.
"624?"
The scream was faint; I started running on the direction of where the screams were coming from. My path was shown with a trail of blood.
I looked back to see the trail of blood being set on fire, a very powerful fire. I started using my super speed and got really ahead from the fires, but no matter how far I ran, the path seems to stretch out.
Finally, I reached my destination…the same altar I seen in my nightmares and a while ago.
I saw 624 with her arms chained between two pillars. I ran to her.
"Don't worry 624, I'll get you out."
I said as I stretched my hand out to free her. But something was not right; my hand went through her like if she was a hologram.
I pulled my arm out; when I did my hand was covered in blood. I stared at my hand all covered in blood.
"What the hell?"
I stared at 624; she disappeared right in front of my eyes.
As soon as she disappeared, someone was standing in front of me. My eyes widened, a chill went down my spines and my body got charged with fear.
This experiment was basically butchered alive, his face was a few bites away from losing all skeleton; his eye sockets were empty, only a red glow was in them, on each hand he had a hook instead of a claw. I was petrified with fear.
"Tell me kid. Have you ever danced with the devil under the pale moon light?"
He said as he stretched his arm out, on his hand something was being formed
His voice was demonic, completely evil and deep. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.
As soon as I could get control back to my eyes, I turned my back on him; I couldn't see his horror any longer.
I was about to leave when I felt something cold pierce my chest and into my heart. A tremendous flow of pain concentrated on the front of my body.
I looked at my chest and saw the sword penetrate my skin and its tip appeared right in front of my eyes, it pierced my body.
The sword was retrieved from my body after a few seconds, the pain of the sword retrieving was the most painful I have ever felt.
I was paralyzed by the pain, but I managed to turn my head, there he was, holding the sword bathed in blood.
The diabolic experiment just laughed as I fell through the floor; I saw down and saw a field of spikes…
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I woke up inside a cell. I was breathing heavily.
I clutched to my chest, it was another nightmare, but the pain of the sword piercing my chest remained.
It's been three weeks since I was created; I was too young for this.
I looked around and noticed the cell's number.
Cell #215C
According to the cell's formation, it was close to the exit.
I noticed some kind of monitor on the outside of the cell; I managed to take a peek. It was the experiment's danger level, from a scale of 1 to 10.
They gave me a danger level 9. I thought the most I could get was a 6, but it seems I was wrong.
I walked to the end of the cell and rested my back on the wall, sliding down till I was sitting on the floor.
Suddenly, the sound of a door opening circled my ears.
It was Jumba, he had some sort of restraints, he pointed me with a powerful plasma cannon, and he opened the door to my cell.
"I have no choice 000, but you must wear this to ensure that you will not kill anymore."
I eyed the restrains; they looked powerful enough to hold me.
Jumba wouldn't understand what I'm going through, and no way in hell I'm going to talk to him about my problems, I fix my own problems.
I stood still while Jumba hooked me up with the restraints. He seemed to be irked by doing this.
The restraints were hooked up. It had a harmless invisible laser holding the restraint together, steel bracelets were hooked unto my arms and legs, and a steel necklace around my neck.
Jumba took one good look at me with the restraints and sighed.
"I don't feel good doing this either 000, but I must to guarantee the safety of the other experiments."
I just looked at him with a guilty look on my face, I hate showing Jumba my feelings but I couldn't this time. I curse myself for ever doing that deal with 621; I should've died instead of making that deal.
"These restraints will hold you from moving when you commit offensive actions."
He told me the restraints functions. I turned my head from him and looked at the long hall behind my cage; it leads to 621' cage.
I would go now and settle this once and for all, but these restraints won't let me to even throw a punch.
I turned my head back to Jumba, he left. He left my cage door open; he thinks these restraints won't let me hurt others. A smart plan, but it has its flaws.
I sighed in defeat. Nothing is working, this won't stop.
I have cast a curse on myself. Nothing is going to make me forget that.
But damn those who think I'm not going to try to stop this.
I won't give up, as long as blood flows through my veins.
TO BE CONTINUE…
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