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Chapter 3

I knew that I couldn't put my plan into action for a few more days. And since I hadn't even sorted it out completely, that would've been okay, only I didn't want to survive a few more days with that torturer. Where in the whole wide world did she learn to do that? I swear, she might be better than me at torturing people, and that is saying a lot.

I was up most of the night, brainstorming. And I barely got any ideas other than my initial one.

I really wasn't that surprised when she popped up beside me. I glanced down at her shoes and growled.

She turned her perky little annoying face to me and grinned.

"Do you like them? They're called high heels."

I looked down at the disgusting neon pink contraptions and snickered.

"Well, they happen to be all the rage back home." Allie continued. I saw her pull something out of her pocket and groaned when she unfolded it. Not another list!

"Anakin Skywalker's Bad Deeds. I made a list. And this is before you turned completely evil, so it is more a list of the things you did to create your downfall.

"Number one, pulled his neighbor's hair when he was two. Number two, stole some credits from his mother and then lied to her about where they might be, then continued to go off and buy some sort of candy with them. Number three, accidentally cut his mother's hair while playing around and blamed it on his droid..."

I wasn't really listening. OK, yes I was. I was hearing every word. They sunk into my brain and stayed there, like someone had branded them there. And then I knew- this girl was evil. I might be considered evil in a classical sense, but she...she was much, much worse.

"Feeling guilty yet, Anakin?" She inquired, smiling at me. I almost threw up at the sight of that sickening smile.

I never got the chance to reply, since on the officers came up to me and told me that his superior wanted to talk with me.

"This will be interesting," Allie said, flipping her hair over her shoulder and sticking the paper back in her pocket.

So she followed me to a conference room and sat down right beside me.

Soon the officer came in, and I must admit I'm not really sure which one it was, because I've never been too good with names, and I truly believe myself too good to remember the names of all those morons. I mean, officers.

As soon as he started talking, Allie started rummaging-loudly-in a neon green and orange bag that I hadn't noticed before. She dumped an assortment of items on the table, and I was having trouble listening to the officer because I was distracted by the bag's contents.

There were these bright tubes of something, small paper packages of something else, and a bunch of other things that I would've liked to examine.

She picked up a stick that had a flattened end with little plastic-looking things poking out of it and started running it through her hair. I was staring in rapt fascination.

She then took one of the tubes, extracted some sort of applicator from it, and rubbed it over her lips.

She looked over at me and cocked her head toward the officer.

"Goodness, are you distracted easily. I wonder if I put that on the list of your bad traits..."

She then rummaged in the bag some more, produced aforementioned list, and scribbled that I was distracted easily at the bottom.

I was looking at the officer, and trying to listen-truly I was- only them she pulled something from some shiny paper, put it in her mouth, chewed it, and blew a bubble-like thing with it. Then she started popping it somehow, and eventually I just gave in and looked over at her.

"Gum," she said. I tried to decipher the word, only I couldn't. I don't think I've heard it before. I decided that I'd get her to explain later and turned back to the officer.

After a while Allie stopped making noise, and then started talking.

"Isn't he boring? My gosh, will he never stop?"

Then she went into a dramatic display, clutching her hand to her heart and saying, loudly and very dramaticly, "Oh, the monotony! Make it stop! Make it stop!"

Here she slumped to the floor. After a moment she jumped up and started dancing around the room, singing at the top of her lungs, "At the coba, coba cabana,"

And it was really hard to concentrate on the officer when a girl is dancing around, singing.

Finally I couldn't stand it anymore. I stood quickly, glared at her through my mask, and shouted, "Shut up!"

The officer looked at me strangely, then looked in Allie's direction, then back at me.

"Lord Vader, forgive me. I did not mean to go on for so long, only I wanted to make sure you understood the new treaty, and-" He sputtered nervously, his face growing quite red.

Treaty? What treaty?

After he left the room, Allie came up to me and smiled, again. It seems that girl is always smiling. Will she never stop?

"You forget, Anakin, that you are the only one who can see or hear me."

She packed up her things and flounced-and I mean flounced- out of the room.

I stood in there for a minute or two, shaking my head, wondering who the heck she was, how she got here, and why did I have to be the one that she tormented?

Answers to Reviewer for Chapter 2:(And yes, probably more people will read the last chapter and review, but I'm getting this chapter up today.)

Cowgirl4Christ: I know she would be a Mary Sue if she weren't a conscience, and that's why I made her that way! I mean, I'd never have a serious MS character, but she's really fun to play around with in this story...:)