The Chronicles of the Elusive Angel:

Promise (Volume 2)

C/By: Kenjaje

Edited/Revised by: raVen

Chapter 1: Broken

Dark clouds, which had gathered for the past half hour, loomed atop the heads that lived and prospered on the small Hawaiian island. Like clumsy amoebas in a wide lake, they crept along the sky; enveloping the peace of blue and shine of sun, covering everything in a dark, sleeting shadow.

Everything was covered and faded to black, with a gloom of blue. Any bright color was rendered dull and shaded. Bright yellow, normally glinting and cringing the eye, was now a relaxing soother. Vibrant orange, was reduced to a lifeless slouch with no energy.

For a second this was all that had happened, but lightly, specs of water fell from these black mushrooms; dropping seed upon seed of cascading droplets from their caps. The spores landed upon the ground, barely noticeable, and shattered as delicately as glass. Enlarging with every second, the seeds fell upon the island.

With not a care to the drenched hand, of water and small traces of blood; the thickened mattress of hair flopping about in an unnecessary way; the clouding drops pattering against the spheres that gave sight to the shadows, unblinking and fixated despite the annoying water, which also washed the dam away, and let loose the tears of anxiety and sorrow.

Loud screams from the far sky's were heard as rage and grief emanated throughout the mountaintops, chains of light striking swiftly and randomly against the earth that were seen as the swift, agile, cunningness of the strikes that were yet to be made upon the onlooker toward the target.

The blaster trembled, in her hand, as she held it with all of her strength. A glaze of water encased the shell of the gun, and spattered as she jerked with fear and hatred. The sky's seemed to cry with her-for her-and carry her vengeance, toward he who tortured her so.

The yellow furred alien, that came from the distant time, gleamed well and full off of her black pearls. Her hand clenched the pistol, with death and determination; her feet scraped the ground with ambition and adrenalin; her teeth clenched with everything but mercy and pity, for the experiment that stood before her, on the opposite edge of the spire.

They're single spire-that was higher and steeper then her depression, more straight and narrow then her vision, and more vengeful quivering then her body-was now growing slick and moist from the rain that fell so high above. Her finger, now touched the trigger of the blaster clenched in her hand, she opened her mouth to speak toward the experiment far in front of her.

"You don't deserve to live!" Lilo's rage-hissing voice echoed across the walls of the spire, carried by the water, by the wind, by the clouds, off to the far distances, but the declaration couldn't be heard by anyone but them.

"What is there to live for now?" 625 responded, "Angel is dead, and now my cousin is as good as gone. There's nothing to live for anymore, I've done my job here, I'll either die or return back to my own time." Lilo straightened her gaze and gritted her teeth, almost making her gums bleed. Her jaw was now aching from the intensity of her clench, but she didn't notice the acute tingle.

"Angel isn't dead, I know she's alive, Stitch and I saw her message ourselves. Besides what would killing Stitch have done anyway, to you she's already gone, why do you have to make me suffer, what did I do to you!" Thunder defended her vengeful debate, speaking her words louder then she, and flashing it's light brighter then her flare of soul severing loath.

"It was his fault she died, it was his choice to save you in the explosion, he didn't care about her. That's why you had suffer the same loss I did, and now you know how it feels. My job is done, pull the trigger." He grinned satanically at her, tempting her to snare him. She squeezed the trigger, and set loose the net that snapped shut around him.

She didn't wait a second longer. She threw the gun and ran in fear away from the scene; she couldn't bear that place any longer. She bolted for her home, to find Jumba, and ask if he knew what to do about Stitch.

"I made him break it, that's why he's gone. Why didn't I listen to myself before? It's my fault, I made him break it…"

5years later

Thrusting through the vacuum of space, dodging every meteor, planet, quasar, and white dwarf that was nearby, the cryogenic transport ship was just a few moments away from its destination; a soulless planet, made entirely of scarce materials barely able to support any life, but still able to support the life just now landing on its surface.

With almost no noise heard, the transport ship crashed softly, on the mass of green rock. Steam effervesced from small pores along the door of the ship. Inside, the small, yet strong and destructive creature was thawed from his forced, frozen sedation. Slowly, he opened his eyes, clearing his vision, and looked into the emptiness of his new habitat.

Stitch's eyes burst open, a glint of light shined across his black eyes, as he found himself now on a barren wasteland of nothing but flat surface, rolling across in a sphere that never ended. Panic inundated Stitch's heart, one second he was with Lilo, on earth, the next he opened his eyes to this. With teary eyes he gazed at the sudden change he had gone through, before him was proof that his unwise decision made him lose everything.

Next to Stitch, a red light blinked, catching his eyes and startling him for a second. In reflex he smashed the light, causing it to go out. But as he calmed, he saw a small button just below the light, wondering why the light was blinking, he pressed the button to see what would happen.

A whirring noise filled his ears, interrupting the solitude silence of the empty planet. Above the red light a door slid open, to view a small screen. The screen was black for a little while, and then began to fuzz with gray and white speckles, randomly flashing on the monitor.

"626…" he heard a fuzzy voice speak from the screen, as the picture came into clear view. Jumba was sitting down in a chair on the screen, speaking into the computer at his end. "Please lis…n 626." Jumba's voice fuzzed and faded, but sharply the screen flashed and became clear and crisp, and the voice of Jumba was clearly heard to his ears.

"626, listen to me very carefully. The 625 from the future, has sent you in a journey through space. Though I can't tell you exactly what planet you are on right now, but I do know its coordinates. Lilo came to me, asking me to find you, by the time I locked onto your signal, you were too far away to be retrieved, and there was nothing I could do, but let you and the ship go about your course.

"You should be receiving this message shortly after your cryogenic state is thawed, if you don't receive it, I only hope that you can figure out what to do. Stitch…the computer shows that something has happened, and somehow in some way, the time flux continuum has been split in three directions.

"We are being separated from the main stream entirely, but you are able to rejoin the mainstream, I don't know if this will make you panic-I hope it doesn't-but to be honest by the time you hear this message, five years will have gone by here on earth. There is nothing we can do about that, what is done now…is done."

Stitch drooped his ears, but listened intently to the monitor, soaking in the information Jumba was telling him, trying to recall the fight he had between 625, that happened five years ago, but to him was just a fraction of a second ago.

"Don't worry though," Jumba spoke optimistically, "I have sent the intergalactic space cruiser-the red one-it has locked onto your transport ship's location and is heading to you as we speak, by my calculations it shouldn't be harmed by any showers or flares, at least I hope not anyway.

"But, onto more important matters, I must prepare you 626, if you're going to go back to earth five more years will pass, and Lilo will be quite old. I am working on a time machine that will be able to send you back to this time, before the rope was frayed, so that you can hopefully fix it. However this time machine has one minor difference then the surfboard one; no one but you will have memories of what has happened here, after you go back, this whole trip will be in your mind only."

Stitch gazed at the monitor, still trying to recall the battle that he had, what he did, but nothing came to him. He still stared at the monitor, and listened to the extremely long but necessary message Jumba was sending him.

"Lilo has agreed to write down the location of this time machine, so that in the future when you find her she will be able to give it to you. I don't want doctor Hamsterveil or anyone else to get they're hands on it, having a future version of 625 was great enough of a challenge for you to handle.

"Find Lilo when you get back to earth, she will help you get the time machine, but this is the most crucial part of your mission; something has to be different. Sensors show that something happened in the battle that threw the time flux offset, something happened, or did not happen, and caused the splitting of the three times."

Stitch understood every word that Jumba told him, he understood his mission fully. He set outside and looked around at the green planet, up at the black sky most often, to find the red galactic empire shuttle. A glint in the stars appeared before him, as the ship sped out of the ether clouds, and landed a distance from him. He took a step forward, but heard Jumba call him back through the message.

"Stitch." He called, "Lilo wishes me to tell you, that around your neck will join the key to the location of the time machine. Good luck my friend, and hurry, having three severed time streams will cause the continuum to collapse if they are left stranded for too long. As long as you're able to find the machine though, everything will be fine. Now go, the ship should have arrived, you know your objectives."

"Eh." He told the monitor, knowing fully that Jumba could not hear a message that was sent five years prior. Between his fingers, he lifted the small pendant that Lilo had given him as a present, a few days before all this happened.. Inside the ship, he cried; hopelessness was taking over his heart. From what Jumba told him everything could be corrected, but that would be a long time from now.

Stitch took in heavy deep breaths. "Lilo wouldn't want to see me cry, not now." He told himself, holding back his tears. "Lilo…what did I do wrong? How did I end up losing you…?" Though startled by all what was going on, he'd have five years to think about it. He strapped himself shut into the shuttle seats, and tore through the ether clouds; five years passed by, but to him for only five seconds.