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Today I want to share with you another story in the action genre! It is based on the cartoon of Lilo and Stitch, which was released in 2002. This blue prankster fascinated me with his immediacy and personality.
My story begins with a Stitch Meeting in the woods with a warrior. Running away from the chase, he stumbles upon a cat and Stich, surprised by the "strange creature", decides to get to know him better... And the chase continues.
- He escaped again!
- Here is his ship! Catch him!
- He's about to shoot! - Jamba Jukiba, who is calling himself an "evil genius," dropped Agent Wendy Plickley on the floor. And just in time: the gun pointed at their cruiser reacted almost instantly, there was a shot. Two aliens seemed to be stunned by the shock wave, Plikli, a kind of greenish cuttlefish with only one eye and a bizarre antenna on his head, something indistinctly squeaked, being loaded under the heavyweight of his friend.
Jamba climbed up and ran up to the control panel, pressing the "gun". The blow fell on the small board of an alien ship, which was a blue alien - a fugitive, the experiment of Jamba, out of control and decided to escape.
This has been happening for years and each time the blue alien found some loopholes, running away. Where has he already been? Take at least the Hawaiian Islands, the Japanese... And every time he was hunted, the Intergalactic Federation of the Council wanted to put an illegal sample in jail at all costs. But I didn't have time - 626 ran away every time.
And so the representative of the Council gave the two men a mission; to catch the elusive and dangerous 626. That is what Plikli and Jukiba are doing now, shooting at a blue ship leaving.
The Stich laughed wildly at the two losers and pressed the main button. His ship's speed immediately increased, and he was shot towards the little blue planet. The blue dot was approaching with each passing moment, and the blue sample was carefully looking at the mainland to land in a place where he could hide for a long time, and there - whatever it would be.
Of course, he did not doubt that he would be caught sooner or later, but he was tired of it. He wanted at least a little freedom, but he was destined to run away from hunters every time.
And by the way, he was hunted not only by Jamba and Plikley but also by other, sometimes dangerous types of aliens.
His little cruiser began to fall, gaining serious speed. The alien frowned, followed by a characteristic blow. His cruiser fell to pieces, and he was thrown aside.
He fell into the grass, losing consciousness.
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- Are you sure, Abyss Laughter? - asked some pretty little cat sitting on a rock in front of a cave, from which an indignant snorting sounded.
A dark-gray cat stuck out his face and measured her with a contemptuous look of green eyes. The cat saw tiny mischievous lights in them.
- Of course, she did. I'm more than sure. - The cat came out and reached out, stretching out.
- We need as much game as we can, otherwise, we won't last until the Young Leaf season," the cat translated his gaze at the cats wandering around the clearing. Many of them were just lying dormant, and their ribs were protruding from under their skin. The cat exhaled its steam.
- I'm going hunting now, Star extinction. - The warrior spoke, getting up and bowing.
- Did he? I am very glad if you catch at least a little. Nowadays, the game hides in minks," the Stars' extinction rose to escort him to the blackberry hole.
Being touchy and agile, the cat will easily squeeze out, leaving the cat behind, which turned around and shaved towards its cave. The warrior quickly turned his head, sniffing and smelling the smell of voles, headed downstream - there were always plenty of mice and fish.
Now the small river slowly started to chalk and the fish was in a catastrophic shortage.
"I'll still catch the game! Nobody will dare to stop me. - These were the kind of thoughts he was thinking about when a cat bent down under the rare grass and moved towards the river.
The noise of the water was getting closer and closer step by step, and now he was pulling out his neck, looking at the serene water surface. The ice crust was already beginning to cover most of it. The fish were also gradually hiding from the eye under the shroud of ice.
Mice, too, began to fade away, looking for another place to eat. A branch cracked under his paws and Khokhot the Abyss cried quietly. The warrior smelled again and moved towards the water.
With each step inside him grew some inexplicable feeling of vague anxiety. But where is the danger? The cat stopped and looked where the grass, already rare, was swaying for some reason, but there was no wind.
Who was sitting there? Is it the enemy? A trespasser? In any case, he decided to find out and drive the stranger away, whoever he was. He quietly approached a still being, trying not to make too much noise. The cat was very shaken by the fact that the cat lying in front of him did not resemble a dog or a cat.
The creature still led the hand with unusually sharp curved claws, and the grass was swaying from his movements. His eyes were closed, and only his restless breath gave out that he had not died. He had some strange antennas on his head, six limbs each, and the same antennas were present on his back. And his ears were unusually long and torn. - Who are you, then? - The laughter of the Abyss sat down, wrapped his paws around his tail and forgot his main task of catching food.
https://srv4.imgonline.com.ua/result_img/imgonline-com-ua-Resize-HjarPvj6TcnLo4.jpgNo, the safety of the tribe was his priority. He can't just leave without finding out whose in front of him. The creature, meanwhile, slowly opened its black eyes as if it were the abyss itself, and tried to sit down. The cat noticed the wreckage of a building next to him but did not understand it. The blue creature finally directed its heavy eyes at the cat and the cat shuddered. It seemed like a terrible night itself was looking at him.
- Who are you? The creature opened its mouth with many sharp teeth. And it squeaked. The cat only bent his eyebrow upwards in surprise.
- Oh... - a stranger said looking around, "Where am I?
His gaze fell on the wreckage of his ship, and he started to get to the bottom of what was going on. He seemed to be chasing him, but he fell and crashed. As always. But this is the first time he has seen such creatures. What are they called?
- I am a Stitch," he reached out with a terrible paw, to which the warrior was unsure of his response.
- Stich? Well," the cat grinned, strange as it may seem, "but this creature didn't seem dangerous to him anymore, "my name is Laughter of the Abyss. I am a warrior of the Tree Tribe.
The blue alien was carefully digesting what he had heard. "A warrior? Hmm, is this a position?
- It's a pleasure," the creature said. - But I can't be here," he nodded at the wreckage of what was left of the accident.
- And what is it? - he couldn't help himself.
- A cruiser. Who makes flights in space.
- It is very strange. But you're right, you have to leave this place.
The laughter of the Abyss got up and suddenly remembered his main task. Oh, Star Tribe, how could he forget?! The cat decided to take the stranger to some shelter first, then return to the same place and finally try to catch someone.
The extinction of the Stars will not forgive him for coming back without prey.
- Come with me," the cat nodded, heading into the woods. The blue specimen was waddling after him, looking around scared and waiting for the hunters he hated.
- Where are you taking me?
- You have to hide in one hidden place. - The warrior humbled, adding a step.
- It's not fair. And they both disappeared into the darkness of the forest, but they were already being watched. Neither his acquaintance nor the alien himself had any idea about it.
... to be continued...
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