Author's Note: The original fic will probably be deleted by the powers that be. But it's saved somewhere so suck it. This was ended because this fic is obviously a troll fic. So before you bitch at me for being mean, read it and then ask yourself if you are willing to believe that there are any human beings out there that patently retarded.

EDWRD I LUV U CHAPTER 5: MIND GAMES

Raine fell over, knocked out cold for no fucking reason.

As she came to, she felt something cold around her ankle. She bolted up, the shackle around her ankle falling onto her foot and hitting the ground with a loud CLANK. She was in a tiled room, white at some point but now grimy with various disgusting shades of gray and olive green. She looked around, she was shackled to a corner! She panicked, but a familiar voice piped up. "Raine, what the fuck did you get me into?" It was Edward, shackled to the corner diagonal to Raine.

"I didn't do anything other than type in Idiotnese!" Upon further inspection, she discovered an antique television set, the screen tuned to static and dusty from years of neglect. Suddenly, the television screen sprang to life! The static disappeared and the image of a long white haired being wearing an oriental fox mask appeared. (AN: lol author insert)

"Hello Raine and Edward. I'd like to play a game." It hissed in a raspy voice, possibly grinning in delight under the mask. Raine gasped, Edward had the same blank look on his face he always had. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Shiranui Genkigami. I hold your life in my-"

"Honey, dinner is ready!" a faint but very feminine voice called out in the background.

"Go away mom! I'm not done with my character sheet!" the masked being called back. "As I was saying, I hold your life in my hands. To survive, you must follow my instructions. Raine… behind you, you will find a pencil and a pad of paper." Raine turned around, seeing the pencil and paper pinned up neatly to the wall. She pulled it off and held up the items to the television. "Good. Now you… must write a fanfiction."

"Well that isn't hard!" Raine smiled.

"FOLLOWING CANON. That's right, you must even write… IN CHARACTER." The masked being roared, following up with a maniacal laugh. "And on the reverse side is a multiple choice quiz about the characters in Twilight and what they really are like. And then… after that… you will write… AN ESSAY." Raine gasped. "Yes… an essay about what Twilight means to you why it helps you grow as a person. Oh, and try not to get any blood on it, I'll need it for my college applications." Raine fell to her knees and promptly shoved the pencil into her throat, keeling over dead. The shackles around Edward's ankle fell apart.

"Thanks Shiranui." He started towards the door.

"We made a deal. Now pull the pencil out of her jugular and start writing." Edward sighed; he would be here a while.

Author's note: if I made Edward my bitch… that would rule. For the record, I do hate Twilight. Did that affect this ending? Slightly. This was mostly fueled by my contempt for the writer, a failed troll.