darth chunky: Weird? Well, I suppose it is a bit strange...but I hope you are enjoying it anyway.
MaskedInsideandout: Well, I'm not quite so glad that you're cracking like an egg(note heavy sarcasm) but I'm glad you're enjoying the story.
shieldmaidenofeorlingas: Thanks! And yes, Ringers Shall Rule The Earth! Uh...sorry. That's just a random thing me and some people made up.
padmeamidala1202: Thanks for putting it on your favorites! It makes me so happy when people do that, so you get a cookie! Glad you like it!
Jedi X-man Serena Kenobi: Well, she can't technically be classified as a MS, but she can act like one. And believe me, Allie is a very very fun character to work with. She's also scary, but still...
Monkey: I know it's original! Whoo! And odd, too.
JediMan: Well, thanks for reviewing anyway.
Cowgirl4Christ: His plan is still being sorted out by the Author. The Author has a little idea nagging her. The Author is talking in third person and scaring herself.
De Code Master: No idea who Eoin Colfer is, but hey, glad you think it's funny!
naberrie: I'm not sure if he has 107, it's possible, I suppose. That was just a hyperbole on my part. And I've been mulling over the idea of telling how Allie actually GOT there, but I'm not sure if I'll go with it yet.
Chapter 4
"Anakin! What on earth are you doing?" Allie's shrill voice reached my ears and I jumped away from her purse. I had, actually, been examining the contents, which were, I tell you, quite fascinating. I had never seen the likes of it before. And it had taken me a week to get an opportunity to look through it, and there were so many interesting things! There was a skinny, pink, rectangular object whose surface reminded me of sand, which I don't like, so I threw it away. After she caught me in the act, Allie looked through her bag to make sure nothing was missing.
"Where is my nail file?"
"That scratchy rectangle thing? In the garbage." I answered nonchalantly, figuring it wouldn't be a big deal. I was also scaring myself a great deal because she was rubbing off on me; I was starting to talk like her. I mean, 'that scratchy rectangle thing' had Allie written all over it.
Unfortunately for me and anyone else within hearing range, Allie shrieked in dismay. And when I say shrieked, I mean shrieked. She dropped her bag, put her hands to her face in the most disgusting dramatic manner, and shrieked. And normally a shriek is short-lived, but not Allie's shrieks. She couldn't be conventional and go with the normal shriek, annoying but short lived. No, this girl howled. So I guess it wasn't really a shriek, it was more of a shriek-turned-squeal-turned-scream.
Eventually she stopped, but there were tears, running down her face, making black marks on her cheeks. And before I had the chance to ask why her tears were black, she pointed a finger at me in a menacing way.
"You have to go and get it. Now! Before it gets to the chute!"
Now, I am Darth Vader. I am evil. I do not do what little girls in strange clothing tell me to do. Under a normal circumstance, anyway. But when I refused, she pulled out the 'Darth Vader's Bad Traits' list again and started reading. And since I had honestly heard enough of that, I gave in. My gosh, these teenage girls have a lot of power! It's disgusting, really, because they use the same tactics as me. And that's rather degrading, to be honest.
But off I went, down to the garbage area. Okay, it wasn't really me looking through the garbage. It was some witless storm trooper that I had to follow around the make sure he didn't talk to anybody. I mean, if word got out that Darth Vader was asking somebody to look for a small, pink, rectangular-shaped object, it would not be a pretty picture. My power would be sapped. Completely and utterly sapped. Gone with the wind. Oh, crud. That's Allie's saying. I have got to get rid of this girl. She's having a really bad influence on me.
Again, another unfortunate thing, the stupid storm trooper couldn't find it.
I returned to Allie like a dog with its tail between its legs. And that is yet another of Allie's sayings.
"Well?" She demanded, hands on hips, a scowl on her face.
"I...couldn't find it." I hung my head in shame. What? I'm Darth Vader, I don't do that! But I did.
"What, Anakin? You couldn't find it? Well, that's okay. You're feeling remorse right now, which must be a new experience. Or one that you have not felt for quite some time. That's the moral of the story anyway." She grinned and digged in her bag, pulling out the "nail file". She must have know that my mouth was wide open, because she raised her eyebrows and replied to my unspoken question.
"Yeah, I found it. Apparently it never made it to the trash." She started rubbing the thing against her fingernails. "I just sent you on a wild goose chase. You are very gullible. But, in this case, that is wonderful, because evil people are not gullible."
Okay, so I've just had a prissy young girl undermine my cruelty by telling me that I'm gullible, and therefore I can't really be evil. Now, when you've been an evil person as long as I have been, you get insulted by stuff like that. So, basically, I blew up.
"What do you mean, I'm not evil! Of course I'm evil! Do you want to know how many people I've killed! Many! Many! And you, Miss 'I think I'm all that'," here I paused for a split second. That was another of Allie's sayings! Constantly in the past week and a half that she'd been here she had called me Mr. 'I think I'm all that'. She really was influencing me.
At that moment, for the first time in a long time, I felt fear. Fear that she would actually succeed in her mission. If she had already influenced me to the point where I did what she told me to and I used her sayings, what kind of havoc could she wreak?
I looked at the girl in front of me who was simply smiling up at me. But as I looked at her, I realized that she knew she was influencing me. But I could use her influence against her, for my own purposes.
Behind my mask I smiled, then continued with my rant to keep up appearances.
I was going to win.
Or so I thought.