Ch. 8 Charlie Vs. the Random Droid

Charlie woke up a few more hours later by a random droid bringing in a tray of food for her. She looked up from the corner she was in.

The droid sat it down next to her, "General Grievous says that you are to eat this. I will return in half an hour to make sure you've eaten it all." He turned and left the room.

"To make sure I've eaten it, what's he gonna do if I don't!" she shook her head and started eating.

After a few minutes she picked around in the thick soup like meal she was giving if she ate anymore of it she was going to throw up.

She pushed the tray aside and started counting her bruises on her body. She even lifted up her shirt and looked at the old light saber wounds Grievous had giving her. She thought back to the night when it had happened, "he really didn't have to do those," she mumbled.

A short while later the droid returned to collected the tray. He paused and looked at it. Because she played with it, it looked as if she didn't eat a bit.

"You didn't eat anything!" he snapped.

"some of it" she mumbled.

"You did not" he grumbled.

"Yes I did you crazy freak!" she snapped back.

"You did not"

"YES I DID!" Charlie yelled at the droid.

"YOU DID NOT!" it yelled back.

Charlie had enough she grabbed the tray and threw it at the droid, "I DID TO"

The droid got hit by the plate, "fine you did"

"Even if I didn't what are you going to do about it!" she hissed.

The droid sighed, "Nothing"

"Then get OUT!" she yelled.

The droid hurried from the room.

Charlie jumped to her feet and started storming about the cell. "God Grievous you ass! Oh you get on my nervus!" But to Charlie's bad luck, she didn't know that there was a camera and Grievous was watching her. "God I hate you! Oh I wish you would die!"

Grievous shook his head, "Well that's interesting," he got to his feet and made his way down to her cell. When he opened the door he found her the same way. "So you hate me do you?" he asked.

"Yes I do!" she rounded on him, she grabbed her mouth and realized what was going on with herself. She couldn't control her anger, "Oh shit..."

"Wrong answer," he said stepping towards her.

Charlie stuck her arms out to stop him, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she begged with him.

He grabbed her and shoved a needle in with a different drug into her arm.

"Oww, that's another one," she mumbled and tried to pull free of him.

He released her and watched her. Charlie hid herself to the wall and dropped to her knees fighting back her tears.

"Perhaps this will give you a better mood." he said tilting his head to the side looking at her.

Charlie refused to look at him, "It still won't change the way I feel," she mumbled.

"Perhaps not." he said coldly, "I'll be back later." he turned and left the room.

Charlie noticed that he forgot to lock the door. She jumped up and ran to the door, fleeing from the cell and the opposite way he went.

Grievous stopped in mid step then ran back to her cell, once he reached it he found her gone, "Dammit!"

Charlie whipped around the corner and darted into the shadows to hide. She covered her mouth to keep quiet.

"Where are you Charlie!" he called out to her heading off the same way she went.

Charlie heard him, 'just stay quiet, he won't find you if you stay quiet!' she thought.

"Come out to play little Charlie," he said cooly as he reached where she was hiding.

Charlie sat down and drew her knees to her chest.

"Where are you Charlie?" he asked walking by her. Charlie felt his cape brushing against her.

She quietly backed further into the shadows. Grievous pulled out a light saber, "Charlie come out now play time is over!" and he turned it on.

Charlie grabbed her stomach, remembering the burns, and it slipped before she could think twice "I'm right here!" she closed her eyes, "I'm right here"

Grievous turned around and found her, "You really shouldn't try to escape Charlie"

She looked away, "sorry".

Grievous picked her up and headed back to her cell. He noticed that she was holding her stomach, knowing that there was nothing in the drug that should make her stomach hurt, "Why are you holding your stomach Charlie"

Charlie didn't say anything but gripped her shirt showing part of a mark.

"Ah those," he lifted up her shirt and traced the burn marks making Charlie jump when his cold metal fingers touched her, "Jumpy aren't we?" he asked in a slight cruel laugh.

Charlie looked away from him, "Look at me!" snapped Grievous. She looked back at him, "Do these still hurt?" he asked.

"What do you think?" she snapped.

"Obviously the answer is yes..." said Grievous glaring at her.

"Obviously" said Charlie in a mocking tone.

Grievous dropped her on the bed in her cell, "I'll be back later..." he left making sure to lock the door this time.

"Can't wait," said Charlie in the same tone rubbing her stomach.

I hope you don't think this chapter was a little outta place, but it was one that i had to put in for the time being. please review.