Chapter Eight

Disclaimer: Okay… I don't own Star Wars… if I did… the movies and books wouldn't be as awesome as they are. And also… I don't own a character that will come in next chapter… I'm not gonna say but for those of you who are as obsessed as I am… you'll know who some of these characters are just from the last part. Anyway… enjoy!

A/N: Alright… block is gone only because I'm starting to write on an rp site… and that actually helps… a lot.

"Where are we?" Novara asked, her mind numbed and her words slurred. Someone next to her grunted as she rolled over.

"Who's on top of me?" A muffled voice asked. Novara didn't respond, she was asleep again.

"Rowdy Jedi…" A voice muttered from far away. Yet no one rose to challenge him.

A few hours later Novara remembered everything. Hayden, her father, Apollo, Anakin, and Padme. She looked over and found comfort yet, disdain.

"Novara… are you still here?" A voice asked from somewhere over to Novara's right. "Novara? You haven't left me have you?" The voice was quivering as if shaken but something.

"I'm still here." Novara's throat was hoarse as if she'd been screaming all night long.

"I saw something. Like a vision. You said I was dead. And then the Jedi appeared to rescue you, but Hayden double crossed them, and Apollo showed up. And then there was white light. And you and I, and Anakin turned into these monsters, killing Apollo, and Hayden, and Obi Wan. And then another came and offered us a deal. I was so confused, and scared." The voice whispered. Novara nodded.

"It's ok… I saw the same thing. Exactly like that." Novara said, confusion in her voice.

"Was it real?" The voice asked.

"I don't know…" Novara replied.

"It was so frightening, we were monsters. And we killed the ones we loved. We killed our friends, our family." The voice murmured.

"It's okay. They haven't come yet. But they will when we give them the hints." Another voice spoke.

Novara looked up, the voice was familiar enough. And she was right.

"You! Why are you here? Why are we here? TELL ME!" Novara screamed throwing herself to the door. The man beyond the bars of her cage chuckled.

"It's not what I'm doing here. It's not why you're here. It's why aren't they here. What aren't they doing here?" The man said.

"You and your stupid riddles. They don't even make sense." The first voice said. "You just change around the words that Novara had said." But the man just kept smiling.

"Tick Tock, says the little old clock. 12 is the number dread. Or so they have read." The man riddled. He smiled and laughed obnoxiously and walked away.

"Men, I hate them. That's why women were chosen to give birth, the man wouldn't even know if an 18 year old popped out." Novara muttered. The first voice laughed, the first time in months.

"You know, I think we could get out of here on our own. What say you?" Novara asked, the other prisoner nodded, and they came together to discuss their options.

A/N: Okies… hoped you liked it… and I'm joking about the whole dude thing… I just needed something to laugh about. Review please!