A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, it means a lot, I love y'all!! Keep
it up!!!! Sooo, Darth Vader (once again, we must use his full name) has
revealed a few things, and now he's ready to tell the rest of his story, so
let's see what he has to say!!!
Disclaimer: blah blah blah.yeah, I don't own Star Wars.
PART 3
"Well, my annoying son was mad because I wouldn't let him marry his sister. So, he decided to confront me. He said, 'I know there is good in you father, so please let me marry my sister.' I tried not to lose my cool as I replied, 'It is too late for me, my son. And that's just gross, you freak!' Luke was taken aback by the way I spoke to him. He started whining, but I just shoved him onto an elevator and gave him a good whack in the head. I took him to my master, the emperor. Of course, he was quite disgusted by the sight of the old man. Even I, the emperor's former apprentice, thought he was 'butt ugly,' as the kids say. But I just informed Luke that he was a nice guy who simply was not loved enough as a child."
My hand was moving frantically. Darth Vader had quickened his talking pace, and I was having trouble keeping up. Sensing my stress, he paused for a moment and reached over to put out his cigarette in the ashtray on my desk. When I finally got up to speed, he began again.
"My son and I soon began our lightsaber fight. The emperor had some weird idea like he was going to turn Luke to the dark side or something. I just wanted the kid to avoid incest. I didn't want to get political. Regardless, I lost the fight, because Luke cut off my right hand. That's why I didn't knock on the door earlier - I had just gotten back from surgery, where they actually gave me a real hand from a real person to replace my old mechanical one."
That explained the sweat.
"And I just don't knock with my left hand," he continued, "because it's unnatural, you know? If you're right-handed, that is. But to get back to the story, I wasn't really mad that I lost. Sure, Luke was a weirdo, but he was my son just the same. But then the emperor started electrocuting him. It was pretty freaky. As I sat there watching, I remembered that I had never done my exercises that morning. I looked around for some weights to lift, but the best thing I could find was the emperor. I picked him up, and sort of dropped him into this pit of despair that happened to be nearby. Well, I was tired from that strenuous workout, so I lay down to rest. Luke thought I was dying. Ha, Ha, what a gullible kid. Soon I got away from him, and I realized that I didn't like the direction my life was taking. I didn't like being a machine man. I didn't like being mean. And I sure didn't like having such weird children. So here I am."
I finished writing the last words on my notepad, and let out a deep breath. I was glad I took notes, because I figured I could make a neat movie out of this. "So, Darth Vader," I said, "are you interested in hearing my opinion?"
He hesitated at first, but he probably realized that therapists were supposed to give their opinion, so he eventually gave a steady nod.
"Well, I'd love to give it to you, but unfortunately, your time is up for today," I commented as I looked at my watch.
He seemed a bit disappointed.
"I'll be happy to meet with you tomorrow at noon, if you're not busy," I suggested.
He glanced at the door. "I'll have to reschedule my yoga lesson, but I think I can make it."
"Good, then, it's all settled," I said as I got up from my seat.
"Yes, I suppose," he agreed. He rose from the daybed, and casually flipped over the sweaty pillow that he had covered with his cape, still assuming that I hadn't noticed. He walked slowly to the door, and took one final look at me before he made his way out.
As soon as he was gone, I sank back into my chair and heaved a sigh of relief. I had seen a wide variety of patients, each with a unique problem. But I had never had a patient like him before. He just scared me. I picked up my notes, and gathered the other papers into his folder. As I laid them on my desk, I looked out of the window, and noticed that the shadowy cloud was gone. I gazed longingly at the rooftops. Suddenly, I picked up my phone and called the reception office.
"Harriet?" I said, when my assistant answered the phone.
"Yes?"
"I'm leaving for a vacation."
"When?"
"Right now."
Before she could answer, I had already hung up the phone. I walked over to my window, and lifted up the glass. I climbed out, positioned myself on the windowsill, closed my eyes, and took a giant leap. When I opened my eyes, I was on the roof of the travel center building, which happened to be next door. I was going on a Caribbean cruise.
I hoped Darth Vader would have trouble rescheduling his yoga lesson.
THE END...or is it?
A/N: Thank you very much for reading my story! I'm debating whether or not to continue, although I had originally intended for it to end here. So, please review. Once again, thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: blah blah blah.yeah, I don't own Star Wars.
PART 3
"Well, my annoying son was mad because I wouldn't let him marry his sister. So, he decided to confront me. He said, 'I know there is good in you father, so please let me marry my sister.' I tried not to lose my cool as I replied, 'It is too late for me, my son. And that's just gross, you freak!' Luke was taken aback by the way I spoke to him. He started whining, but I just shoved him onto an elevator and gave him a good whack in the head. I took him to my master, the emperor. Of course, he was quite disgusted by the sight of the old man. Even I, the emperor's former apprentice, thought he was 'butt ugly,' as the kids say. But I just informed Luke that he was a nice guy who simply was not loved enough as a child."
My hand was moving frantically. Darth Vader had quickened his talking pace, and I was having trouble keeping up. Sensing my stress, he paused for a moment and reached over to put out his cigarette in the ashtray on my desk. When I finally got up to speed, he began again.
"My son and I soon began our lightsaber fight. The emperor had some weird idea like he was going to turn Luke to the dark side or something. I just wanted the kid to avoid incest. I didn't want to get political. Regardless, I lost the fight, because Luke cut off my right hand. That's why I didn't knock on the door earlier - I had just gotten back from surgery, where they actually gave me a real hand from a real person to replace my old mechanical one."
That explained the sweat.
"And I just don't knock with my left hand," he continued, "because it's unnatural, you know? If you're right-handed, that is. But to get back to the story, I wasn't really mad that I lost. Sure, Luke was a weirdo, but he was my son just the same. But then the emperor started electrocuting him. It was pretty freaky. As I sat there watching, I remembered that I had never done my exercises that morning. I looked around for some weights to lift, but the best thing I could find was the emperor. I picked him up, and sort of dropped him into this pit of despair that happened to be nearby. Well, I was tired from that strenuous workout, so I lay down to rest. Luke thought I was dying. Ha, Ha, what a gullible kid. Soon I got away from him, and I realized that I didn't like the direction my life was taking. I didn't like being a machine man. I didn't like being mean. And I sure didn't like having such weird children. So here I am."
I finished writing the last words on my notepad, and let out a deep breath. I was glad I took notes, because I figured I could make a neat movie out of this. "So, Darth Vader," I said, "are you interested in hearing my opinion?"
He hesitated at first, but he probably realized that therapists were supposed to give their opinion, so he eventually gave a steady nod.
"Well, I'd love to give it to you, but unfortunately, your time is up for today," I commented as I looked at my watch.
He seemed a bit disappointed.
"I'll be happy to meet with you tomorrow at noon, if you're not busy," I suggested.
He glanced at the door. "I'll have to reschedule my yoga lesson, but I think I can make it."
"Good, then, it's all settled," I said as I got up from my seat.
"Yes, I suppose," he agreed. He rose from the daybed, and casually flipped over the sweaty pillow that he had covered with his cape, still assuming that I hadn't noticed. He walked slowly to the door, and took one final look at me before he made his way out.
As soon as he was gone, I sank back into my chair and heaved a sigh of relief. I had seen a wide variety of patients, each with a unique problem. But I had never had a patient like him before. He just scared me. I picked up my notes, and gathered the other papers into his folder. As I laid them on my desk, I looked out of the window, and noticed that the shadowy cloud was gone. I gazed longingly at the rooftops. Suddenly, I picked up my phone and called the reception office.
"Harriet?" I said, when my assistant answered the phone.
"Yes?"
"I'm leaving for a vacation."
"When?"
"Right now."
Before she could answer, I had already hung up the phone. I walked over to my window, and lifted up the glass. I climbed out, positioned myself on the windowsill, closed my eyes, and took a giant leap. When I opened my eyes, I was on the roof of the travel center building, which happened to be next door. I was going on a Caribbean cruise.
I hoped Darth Vader would have trouble rescheduling his yoga lesson.
THE END...or is it?
A/N: Thank you very much for reading my story! I'm debating whether or not to continue, although I had originally intended for it to end here. So, please review. Once again, thanks for reading!
