621's Reformation
Chapter 7
Monster felt adrenaline and hatred push him onward as he ran toward where Lilo and Stitch lived.
Why the hell are you doing this? I don't want revenge on them anymore! A familiar voice yelled in the back of Monster's head.
Monster grit his teeth in annoyance, rolling his eyes. Why did the "original" have to be such a wimp?
Well, I do! The blue a—hole is going to get what he deserves! Monster replied in his head.
621 went silent in Monster's head, causing Monster to briefly smirk with triumph. But Monster's triumphant look quickly melted into a more serious one. Now that he was out of the way, Monster could have his revenge without any interruptions or failures. He increased his speed, a little to excited for 626's demise.
Huh...demise. That's a good word. I should to use that word right before I kill that annoying pest! Monster thought to himself, slightly grinning.
He soon arrived at the Pekali household. Monster's ears pricked when he heard four voices of the four people he hated the most: Jumba, Stitch, Lilo, and Angel as well as three voices that Monster felt like he knew but could put voices to names and faces.
"Talk about coincidences." he murmured, grin getting wider.
Monster quickly, but quietly, got closer and closer to where his four least favorite people were. Monster peaked around the corner of the house and saw that the four were all relaxing and chatting with the little Earth girl's sister and friend as well as the one-eyed noodle.
"And they didn't invite me. I'm hurt." Monster muttered under his breath sarcastically.
Monster then, as quick as a flash, went around the corner and barreled Stitch over, causing everyone to gasp. He then held the blue experimen his throat.
"Miss me?" he growled, his face inches away from Stitch's.
"621?" Lilo gasped.
Monster turned his head toward Lilo, a twisted smile clear on his face.
"Not anymore. Name's Monster." he replied.
"Monster?" Jumba asked.
Monster rolled his eyes, an unamused look on his face.
"Yep. According to 532, 621 has something called MPD. It's just that it was intensified because of the mutations he had done before we were dehydrated. BUT! That's not the point. My point is that I'm going to destroy" he turned toward Stitch, a psychotic grin on his face, "you. Say goodbye and meet your demise." Monster continued, squeezing hard on Stitch's throat.
Stitch gasped for air, clawing at his throat.
"6...2...1!" Stitch gasped out.
STOP IT! 621's voice yelled in his head.
Monster frowned, clutching the side of his head. His grip on Stitch loosened, causing the blue experiment to gasp, catching his breath.
"Stay out of this..." he muttered under his breath, ignoring the odd looks he was getting from the others.
FUCK NO! YOU'RE MESSING WITH MY OHANA! I WON'T LET YOU HURT ANYONE ELSE! 621 shot back.
Monster felt dizzy and he turned back into his regular form, the world turning black all around him.
"You win this time, blue asshole..." Monster murmured before falling unconscious.