OMG! I'm sorry, I was updating yesterday, but my computer conked out! On Monday, I was sick and my computer wasn't working. On Sunday, I had to rake my whole yard with my brothers (I have two). In any case, here I am, and here's the chapter! Since I keep forgetting the disclaimer, this one goes for my whole story: I AM NOT STEPHANIE MEYER, I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT, AND I DON"T OWN STAR WARS EITHER. Thanks Chika-PyonPyon, x Mrs. WhitlockHale x, and ginnylookalike42. This chapter is for you. I luv you guys! :D

EmPOV

We chased Bella's scent to the woods. Here there were trails of her scent all over, were she walked with Edward. This is when my idiot sister, Alice, said" Why don't we split up?" Um, three words, little sister: Bella-is-nutso!!!

But Edward said, "That's a great idea. We'll be able to find her faster!" Am I the only sane one here? I protested, but of course, no one listens to Emmett. That is why I am now walking through the forest. Alone.

Crap! I'm so scared! Why'd we have to split up? Crap! I hope Edward didn't hear that! I can't believe that she tied up Jasper. He's a vampire, for Pete's sake! How did a scrawny little human beat Jasper? I never would have thought. No one would have. Jazz is lucky we found him.

And then she gnawed through the ropes. With her teeth. Who can blame me for being a little frightened? Also, for some reason, I feel just the tiniest, atom-sized, little bit guilty. But that's ridiculous, right? Surely this is in no way my fault. I mean, how could it be?

The trees cast cork-screw shapes around me. And her. Her. An ordinary human wouldn't have seen her, she blended in so well with the shadows. But I did. I saw her perfectly. I saw the maddened glint in her eye. I also so what she was holding. A stick that was twice her height, and a…jar of pickles?

She advanced on me menacingly, tapping the stick on her hand. "Come on, Chewey." What did she call me?

I spoke to her firmly and clearly, like you were supposed to with wild animals. "Let's go home, Bella. You're off your rocker." She stared at me, like I was the crazy one.

"Shh, Chewey! Darth Vadar is here! We must be very quiet." Star Wars? What's she talking about?I decided this conversation was going nowhere. I reached for Bella

"Come on. We're going to see Edward. Ya know, your boyfriend, my brother? You remember him, right?" That was my mistake. She lunged back and screamed.

"You're not Chewey! Help! It's a crazy rabid squirrel! Somebody help!" Bella had a very shrill scream. She grabbed the pickle jar, as I advanced on her. "Here! Don't eat me, please! PLEASE! Eat the pickle if you're hungry!" I didn't realize what she was doing, until she mashed a pickle in my mouth. UGGGHH!

The pickle was sour and slimy as it slid down my throat. I spat, trying to rid myself of the taste. "HAVE ANOTHER!" Bella screamed hysterically. "Have all the pickles your little squirrely heart desires! Here!" She shoved another into my mouth and three more. Then she ran away screaming, leaving me with pickle stuck in my throat, and smeared on my face.

APOV

After we split, I took the south side of the woods. Emmett is such a whiner. Why is Bella terrorizing us, when it's his fault? I mean, we did help with a few pranks, but it was Emmett's idea.

Needless to say, I was a little pissed at my sister. Or you could say that I was a lot pissed. The girl tied up my husband, anyone would be. My poor Jazz.

"Come out Bella!" I trilled in a sing song voice. "Come out so we can play!" And I can wring your neck, I added mentally. I was also a little annoyed that I couldn't see what she was going to do. I was not used to not being able to see my opponent's decisions. But right now, Bella's future was a mangled mess, because she didn't know what she was going to do. Every time something entered her mind, she forgot previous plans. Sort of like a hyper-active child, with an exceptionally short attention span.

Then the screams filtered to me from somewhere in the forest. "YOU'RE NOT CHEWEY!! HELP! IT"S A CRAZY RABID SQUIRREL!! SOMEBODY HELP!!" I began to run towards the sreams.

"HERE!! DON"T EAT ME, PLEASE! PLEASE! EAT THE PICKLE IF YOU'RE HUNGRY!" Who knew what she was doing now? It sounded bad. "HAVE ANOTHER! HAVE ALL THE PICKLES YOUR SQUIRRELY HEART DESIRES!!" I heard the screams louder now. Closer. I prepared myself for what was coming.

I bent my knees and crouched to spring as Bella careened into the clearing. She saw me and stopped. Then she lowered the giant stick she was holding, until it was pointing directly at me. "So we meet again, Darth Vader."

Poor, crazy, Bella. "Don't move, Bella. I don't want to hurt you." I bared my teeth.

The nut ball replied, "If you strike me down, I will become more powerful than you could ever imagine." I snorted, and looked at the sky. It was pitch black, and my watch proclaimed that it was 3:47 AM. This had gone on for far too long, and I was going to end it.

"Whatever, Bella." I lunged. No one can explain what happened next. We know what happened, but we don't know how. How did Bella know to dig a pit on precisely the spot where I would land? How did she have time? How did I not see it? What ever the answer to those questions, they do not alter what happened next. To my great embarrassment, I tumbled through the coating of leaves and dirt that covered the trap into the hole.

And Bella ran away laughing.

I know Alice would never be that mean to Bella, but she's just tired of chasing Bella, and angry about Jasper being tied up. There aren't that many chapters left to my story. I might finish it today. If you think, Rosalie, Jasper, Emmett and Alice have all tasted Bella's wrath. The only one left is (le gasp) Edward! DA DA DAAAAAA!! Review, please!