When Writers Go Bad: Chapter Seventeen

A.N.: Here I am, FINALLY updating. Sorry for the long absence, guys!

Two hours passed, and the three alter egos strolled somewhat nervously back to the home theater system. They could hear the music slowly fade as the film ended. Flashing a wide, relieved grin, Shadow tugged on the door.

Nothing happened.

Panicked gripped the three girls as they pounded relentlessly, crying piteously. Too late. The fanfare had started up again, and after fifteen minutes of patient pounding, they could hear lines from "The Empire Strikes Back."

Shadow had slumped against the door crying "Nooooo!
Lita was staring slack jawed. "I don't believe it….how did they fit the entire trilogy on one DVD?"

"Oh, does this mean I get to see the part with Yoda?" Ellen asked, clapping her hands excitedly.

"No! No Yoda!" Shadow had fiercely denied. "No one gets Yoda!"

Lita snorted. "Try telling them that," she scoffed with a nod in the theater's direction.

"This isn't happening," the black clad girl wailed. "This is a nightmare!"

"You never let me do anything fun!" Ellen was crying.

"Oh, both of you, shut up!" ordered Lita, fuming. "There's nothing we can do about it, so we'll just have to wait until 'Return of the Jedi,' is over with. And hope the prequels aren't attached."

…

Wow. Just…wow.

That was the only thing to be gotten out of the characters as they were herded out of the theater, Shadow scowling. They jabbered about the movie endlessly until Shadow finally gathered up what it was she was trying to say.

"It's not real."

Everyone turned and stared at her, befuddled.

"But how can it not be?" Erik asked, confused. "It was all so-"

"Actors," she cut him off. "They're just…actors."

Marguerite glanced behind her shoulder briefly. "Are you sure? If so, they were excellent! That 'Leia,' girl might be a better actress than I am."

If the movie had accomplished anything, it was that it had put all of the characters into a better mood. That was something, anyway.

Percy had wrapped his arms around Marguerite's waist, cooing in a rather disgusting manner.

"Darling, there's no one that's a better actress than you."

"Sweetheart," she laughed.

"Angel."

"Cupcake."

"Muffin."

"Sugar kitten."

"Si-"

"Okay, that's it," declared Chauvelin, several people with rather disgusted expressions on their face. "I'm going to go throw up now!"

"Yeah, me too…" agreed Shadow.

Lita remained puzzled. "Sugar kitten?"

Ellen, however, was busily chatting with Christine. "What was your favorite part? Aren't the Ewoks cute?"

…

"Stop it!"

Emily cracked her skull against he computer desk. Groaning, she backed up, begging "Please…" only to do it a second time. Collapsing to the ground, she shuddered. "What is it that you want?"

She trembled, blood pouring from her nose as she coughed and shook. "I don't understand this. What do you want me to do?" The black plot bunny – which sat patiently on her computer chair – silently replied. "But….but I don't know how!"

It shook its head.

"Honestly, I can't help you!"

Its eyes narrowed, and Shadow13 groaned as she smacked her forehead against the smooth flooring. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as well as blood, and she coughed violently. "Alright…you win…I'll do it…I'll do anything, just make it stop!"

The black creature seemed satisfied with this, as it hopped off the chair and toward the girl's head. She cried out piteously as it wriggled its way into her ear, and clutched at her head, which ached massively.

It said something to her, and she nodded mutely. "Tomorrow. I'll do it tomorrow."

Satisfied, she rose and grabbed a towel draped over the chair, rubbing gently at her face. Eyes glazed over, she emotionlessly repeated "Tomorrow….And then it's over with?" The evil plot bunny seemed to agree to that. "And then it's over with."

Shuddering, she collapsed into the chair vacated by the demon rabbit, starting to cry. "I'm afraid….I don't want to hurt anyone." But then, she didn't want to be hurt herself. And she'd been taking the blows – literally – for everyone. Maybe the bunny was right, and maybe she should start delivering a few blows herself. After all, it was only fair.

A gong sounded throughout the castle, and she rose, stretching, feeling enormously better.

"It's dinner time," she said to no one in particular. "The last dinner time I'll have to put up with you in my head," she now told the plot bunny. It asked her a question. "No, I won't miss you a bit. Not a bit." Another question. "Them? Well….maybe just a little….But you're right, of course, you're always right. The world will be so much better. I'll be so much better." She gingerly tapped at her head, which was swelling slightly. "Physically, socially, and emotionally." Still trying to convince herself, she said "It is for the best."

Taking a look around the room, entirely out of nerves, she finally walked to the door and opened it. The gong sounded again, and she irately called "I'm coming, I'm coming! Hold your horses, jeeze!"

She either didn't notice, or chose to ignore, the low cackling that sounded in her skull.

To Be Continued…