Chapter 2: No Title

"Hurry up Stitch; we're going to be late!" Lilo yelled as she ran out of hulla class.

"Stitch coming!" he informed her as he ran behind.

Lilo was so excited; she knew this was the day it would be here, it had to be! With Stitch on her heel she ran as fast as she could to their house.

"Is it here? Is it here?" Lilo yelled as she swung open the door.

"Gaba?" Stitch questioned with her.

Nani came walking out of the kitchen.

"Calm down you two."

"But Nani, this is of dyer importance!"

"Lilo, ever day for almost a month you've coming running home yelling where is it and saying it's of dyer importance. And everyday what do I tell you?"

"So is it in?"

"Yes, it is." Nani told her and pointed to a large package that was sitting on the coach.

"Hurray!"

Lilo was about to run over to the box, but instead Stitch jumped in front of her.

"Stitch, move, I gota open it."

"Naga, Stitch first." He told her as he pushed her over and jumped up next to the box.

Stitch eagerly ripped open the top, casing the foam peanuts to go everywhere.

"I just cleaned up in here." Nani groaned to herself and walked back into the quite kitchen.

Stitch climbed halfway into the box then came back out with a space helmet on his head, a ray gun in paw and a plastic belt with buttons around his waist.

"Oooo." Stitch approved, liking his new attire.

"Careful with that Stitch, that's delicate alien exorcism equipment."

"Excuse me young lady," Pleakley chimed in as he was passing by. "But am I to understand that you and the blue monster are using delicate equipment as toys?"

"No! We're not using them as toys. I ordered it from the Monster Hunters catalog. Stitch and I are now official Alien Exorcists, just like the movie. It even comes with a certificate."

"Lilo, do you even know what an exorcist is?"

"Do you?"

"Well, no. But I'm sure it's something seven year olds shouldn't be."

"Whatever."

Lilo climbed up onto the coach and started to dig through the box.

"Hey, where's the certificate?"

Stitch pondered the question for a moment. He then took off the helmet and pulled the certificate out of his mouth."

"Stitch! You got slobber all on it."

"Oh." Stitch lowered his ears.

"Let me see that." Pleakley chimed in and took the peace of paper away from Stitch. He began to mutter what was on it. "The monster hunter association…we here by…Lilo…A recognized and honorable Alien Exorcist?" He read in disbelief.

"See, I told you." Lilo took the plastic gun away from Stitch and pointed it at Pleakley. "Now say you're sorry."

Pleakley gasped in horror. "You wouldn't?"

"I would."

Stitch started laughing, knowing were this was going.

Pleakley fell to his knees in fear of the toy Lilo had.

"I'm sorry, I, I didn't know you were an honorable Alien Exorcist. Pleases don't exercise me!"

(A/N: No, exercise is not a typo. I know it's really spelled exorcize, but Pleakley doesn't know that, lol)

"Well, can me and Stitch go and find someone we can exercise?"

"Wha? Sure, I don't have a probably with that, just be home in time or dinner, it's Thanksgiving again tonight."

"Ok, thanks Pleakley." Lilo said and ran out the door.

"Yeah, thanks Pleakley." Stitch told him and put the helmet back on and ran after Lilo.

Nani heard the door slam shut and came back in the living room.

"Where are they going?" Nani asked.

"To go exercise someone." Pleakley informed her.

". . . I don't even want to know."

"And he shall turn the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the hearts of the children to their fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse."

(…)

6-2-3 closed the Bible and sat there trying to process everything he had just read.

(…life?)

(The Word)

(GOD?)

(…)

6-2-3 had read nearly three fourths of the Bible in two hours. This was quite an accomplishment in itself according to any standards.

The experiment was feeling overwhelmed, if everything he just read was true, then he now had more questions then he did before he fond the book.

(GOD)

(Creation)

(Man)

(. . . what of me?)

6-2-3 held the book close to him, thinking about how precious the information he had fond was. The math in his head told him that all he had read covered early 4000 years of history. How much was left?

He was about to open the book again when he heard movement behind him. The janitor was coming to.

(Escape) his mind told him

With the book in hand 6-2-3 scanned the room for an exit. He spotted a door and ran for it. Without stopping, 6-2-3 shoved the doors open and the sunlight blinded him temporarily.

He hissed in annoyance of the light. Once his eyes were adjusted he ran off searching for a place to hide and finish the book he had found.

"Warning Experiment 6-2-3 has been activated." A computerized voice announced.

"Hey Gantu, looks like another experiment is on the loose." 6-2-5 informed the former Captain.

"Well it's about time, there hasn't been a pod activated in weeks."

Gantu looked at the computer screen which showed the blue and white experiment. The computer continued with its announcement.

"Primary function, infantry and intelligence operative."

"So, you ready to go out and not catch it?" 6-2-5 asked as he completed the finishing touches on his sandwich.

Gantu just huffed at the pudgy experiment's remark.

"Why should I waist my time with it? It sounds useless, I doubt Dr. Hamsterviel has any need for a trog that deals in infantry."

"Yeah, I'm sure you're right." 6-2-5 said with loads of sarcasm as he bit down on his newly made toasted chicken club.

Just then Hamsterviel's face appeared on the communications screen.

"Gantu!" The afoul little alien's voice bellowed through the ship.

"Dr. Hamsterviel, what can I do for you sir?"

"Vhy are you standing there like a stupid no brain stupid head and not out hunting for experiment 6-2-3?"

"Well sir, I thought that. . ."

"Do I pay you to think? NO! If I paid you to think then you'd be fired because your useless brain dose not now how!"

"But sir. . ."

"I have my own reason for vanting experiment 6-2-3, now bring him to me!"

The screen went black.

"Well, I guess you were wrong fish face." 6-2-5 kindly informed Gantu.

Gantu mumbled to himself as he grabbed his blaster and stormed out of his ship.

6-2-3 stood on a cliff, looking over the ocean in astonishment. Never in his life had he seen such beauty.

As he stood there, the sunlight shining on him caused the purple stripe on his back to gleam.

The royal purple lines began at the tip of each of his bat like ears, the two lines running down the back of his head became one at his neck. The sold purple line ran down his back and to the bass of his panther like tail. Finally, as the line thinned out it stopped at the tip of his tail which swayed back and forth methodically.

(A/N: Could I have worded that worse? lol)

6-2-3 sat down as he felt a slight breeze in the air. He opened the book to where he left off and began to read once again

"The New Testament of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ"

(. . . saviour?)