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| Two Hearts, One Soul; Angey's Epic Phic | |
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| MackenzieW | Jul 29 2008, 12:41 AM Post #1 |
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Title: Erik's Worst Nightmare Author: MackenzieW Rating: M (Same rating as the story) Genre: MST, Humor, Horror, "Romance" Text it is based on: Two Hearts, One Soul by Phantom's Ange Characters: The gang, a rotating cast of guest judges, HP bad guys, Gerik, Rosalyn Monroe's ancestors Aurora "Rora" Stephens and Melody Stephens, a whole lot of undefined secondary characters. Summary: Voldemort discovers the one thing that might drive everyone insane--Angey's phic. Watch Erik go insane! Warnings: Ever read "An Elf's Love"? This is just as bad. It hardly has any flames. Angey needs improvement in the following areas: Character development, plot development, logic, description... Narrator: A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away… Mackenzie: That’s the Star Wars prologue. Narrator: Which one? A New Hope? Mackenzie: It’s Star Wars. Not “A New Hope” Narrator: Sorry. Anyway…Last week in your own galaxy, a young fanfiction author and reader decided to spork a badfic. Unfortunately, her friend accidentally said the name of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. A pack of Death Eaters promptly kidnapped her and her other companions and brought them to their master. Mackenzie: Aren’t you dead? Voldemort: Shut up. Narrator: He decided that as their punishment, they would be locked up in some remote room in Malfoy Manor and be forced to read badfics for an undetermined amount of time. These poor saps are: Mackenzie, our heroine. Mac: Hey, Moldy-Voldy. Remus Lupin, recently departed werewolf Remus: But I’m not a ghost? Sai, the Ronin Warrior of Trust with a fascination with sea life Sai: I’ve got my fish now! Quatre, the youngest Gundam pilot Quatre: This isn’t good. Erik, the Phantom of the Opera Erik: Will…get…revenge…on…Pretty Boy. And occasionally joined by Jareth, the Goblin King. Jareth: Voldemort and I go way back. Will they get out alive? Mackenzie: I hope so. Only time will tell. “The internet is for porn!” “Stop that.” “The internet is for porn!” “Seriously.” “Why you think the net was born?” “I will kill you.” “Porn, porn, porn!” “THAT’S IT!” Erik lunged for Sai, who ducked. The two ended up falling off Sai’s bed in a tangled heap of limbs, clothing and a cape. Mackenzie walked in with Quatre and gasped. “What are you two doing?” she asked. “Remus! Help!” Remus rushed into the room, helping to restrain Erik. Quatre and Mac restrained Sai. “What the hell happened?” Remus asked, looking between the two. “He started it,” Sai said, motioning towards the phantom. “He wouldn’t stop singing.” “I have ‘The Internet is for Porn’ stuck in my head.” “Must you torture me with it?” “Shut up, you guys,” Mackenzie said. “Sai, just hum it next time. And you, Erik, we’ll need to invest in an iPod for you.” “Maybe whoever wins this story,” Voldemort said. Everyone jumped. “Haven’t lost it!” “You snuck up on us,” Mackenzie argued. “Indeed. I have found your new story. It is from the Phantom of the Opera section.” “WHAT?” Erik yelled. Remus and Sai restrained him again. “They dare insult my fandom?” “No one is safe,” Voldemort said. “You can either spork this or I can give you the sequel to ‘What the Heck?” Your call.” Everyone looked at each other and shuddered. They remembered the Stevens’ sisters. “We’ll take it,” Quatre said. Voldemort nodded and left. The green siren went off, blinding and deafening. “We’ve got badfic sign!” Mackenzie yelled over the shrill noise. Everyone ran through the hallway to the theater, taking their usual seats. Jareth flew in, transforming from his white owl form. He sat down next to Erik. “I heard we are dealing with a fic from your fandom, Erik,” Jareth said. “You have my sympathy.” “Thanks.” Mackenzie typed up the address and clicked the story. “Shit.” “What?” “You know ‘An Elf’s Love’?” Everyone nodded—Mackenzie had recapped the story for them. “Same author—Phantom’s Ange. I think I want the Stevens’ sisters again.” “Just start,” Erik hissed. Mac: Two Hearts, One Soul by (cough) Phantom’s Ange. Chapter 1: Escaping. Remus: Joy. Disclaimer: I don’t own ANY PoTO characters. I just own Aurora and Melody. Sai: I wouldn’t claim them. Erik: Two of them? There are TWO of them? AN: Based on the 2004 PoTO movie staring Gerald Butler as the Phantom. *Erik and Mac scream in frustration.* This is rated “M” for mature content as well as adult situations. Mac: Translation…Quatre may get kicked out of the theater. I will give you warning in the chapters that are rated “M”. Sai: Phew. There will Christine-bashing in here. *Erik growls in frustration.* “Talking” Jareth: Hold up, this idiot tells us what the dialogue looks like? Mac: Yep. “Thinking” Erik: “You’re a complete idiot.” (My thoughts) Mac: Which are a no-no, Hun. “Sweetie,” cooed a melodious voice. Jareth: What coos? Mac: A pigeon! Erik: I have to fall in love with a pigeon? A young child by the age of 8 Quatre: Aww, Erik is going to be a Papa. Jareth: Or a pedophile. Erik: Can I have the suicide revolver? Mac: No! groggily opened her eyes and blinked a few times to get the adjusted to the darkness. When they were, she saw the silhouette of her mothers’ Sai: Holy crap, she has more than one mother! Erik: Oh no…*groans.* Mac: Oh, Phantom’s Ange is known for grammar mistakes. Erik: I don’t know if that’s better. angelic face gazing down at her. “Mommy?” came her voice. Quatre: From where? Jareth: Stupidistan. Mac: Point Jareth. “Hush, darling.” Her mother said with tranquility, “I need you to grab as much clothes as you possibly can and as quietly,” instructed her mother. “I’ll go get my clothes and Shadow.” Mac: As much clothes? MANY! Quatre: Why is Shadow capitalized? The child sat up in her small cot. Sai: She only gets a cot? Poor child! “What’s going on, mommy?” “Hush, my darling,” her mother hushed Quatre: Look, she’s being repetitive. Jareth: That is definitely a bad sign. as she looked at her. “We’re leaving.” All: NO! SHOCK! GASP! WHAT A SURPRISE! The child didn’t ask any more questions and did as she was told. She quickly and quietly moved around in her room that was furnished with a four-poster bed Mac: If she has a bed, why is she sleeping on a cot? Quatre: Point Mac. made out of mahogany wood, a cedar chest, a wardrobe made too of mahogany. Remus: Ladies and gentlemen, the only types of wood Phantom’s Ange knows! *Everyone claps.* The child put her clothes in a small knapsack. As she was putting her shoes on, her mother came in with her knapsack. At her side was their tan-colored German Shepard dog, Shadow. *All stare.* Remus: Okay, you name a black dog Shadow. Not a tan-colored one. Mac: Hey, at least it’s a German shepherd and not a Wolf Dog. “Are you all packed, Melody?” her mother asked. “Yes, mommy.” Melody replied. Sai: That would be a capital “M,” young lady. “Then let us be off,” her mother said. With that, her mother took her hand and all slowly and very quietly moved through the house towards the door, Mac: Seriously? It never works like that when you are really trying to sneak out. Sai: Apparently, Murphy’s Law gets suspended in Sue-land. Jareth: Stupidistan. trying not to wake the occupant that was still resting. Erik: Her husband? Mac: Who abuses them. Erik: What…yeah, you’re right. When they reached the door, the mother set her knapsack down gently and slowly turned the knob. Once there was enough room between the door and the crack, Shadow slipped through first and then the child and lastly her mother, whom Mac: Oh, she also doesn’t know when to properly use “whom.” This is one of those times. once outside grabbed her sack. But as she slowly lifted it off the floor, the sack hit a metal plate and all three watched in horror as the plate spun around on the hardwood floor. Mac: Oh, there’s Murphy’s Law. Quatre: Gotta love it! “Please don’t fall,” all three thought at the same time. All: “Please do!” But Mac: Having fun, Erik? Erik: Revenge is good. their prayers weren’t answered as the saucer fell onto its back, making a banging noise. All: YAY! All three gasp as lights Jareth: You said that “An Elf’s Love” was a girl falls into Middle-earth, right? Mac: Yeah, but I don’t think this is girl falls into 19th century. They used GASLIGHTS in the time of the Phantom. Electric lights were just being invented by one Thomas Edison. were turned on upstairs and the voice that made the mothers’ blood cold. “AURORA!!!!” Jareth: WOW! *Everyone else is a bit blown back.* Both the mother and child trembled in fright. The mother took hold of her daughters’ hand and grabbed her knapsack that had fallen. “RUN!!!” Mac: Idiot thing to do: Yell “run” instead of running. Remus: She likes her bold function and exclamation point, don’t she? And all three sprung into the night, hearing the roar of the man they were escaping from Quatre: Missing a period! Erik: I’m not in it! Jareth: Yet. *Mac hits him.* TBC AN: I know this was really short, Sai: Small blessings. but please bear with me. Erik: Unfortunately, we have to. And please no flames in your reviews. Mac: Quatre, translation please? Quatre: Of course. I’m a whiney brat who believes my writing is teh best and the rest of y’all are jealous and that’s why you shouldn’t flame me because then I’ll go and cry. Remus: And what is a flame? Quatre: Anything that suggests that my story isn’t teh best!!!11!! Mac: Chapter’s over, c’mon. |
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You are the music while the music lasts--T.S. Eliot "Stop the damn texting and pick up a book!"--Grandmama, "The Addams Family" (Musical) "Tomorrow will be better for as long as America keeps alive the ideals of freedom and a better life." —Walt Disney "I wake in the loneliness of sunrise When the deep purple heaven turns blue And start to pray As I pray each day That I’ll hear some word from you I lie in the loneliness of evening Looking out on a silver-flaked sea And ask the moon Oh how soon, how soon Will my love come home to me"--"Loneliness of Evening," Cinderella "Thank you, Lord You have brought us Safe to shore Be our strength and protection ever more. A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire"--Heartland, as performed by Celtic Thunder I'm writing a novel! A Guide to Fanfiction for Dummies! My Little Corner I'm on Book Country! | |
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| MackenzieW | Jul 29 2008, 01:14 AM Post #2 |
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*Everyone drags Erik back into the theater.* Erik: I still demand access to the suicide revolver. Mac: And I still deny it. Jareth: This can go on the entire chapter. Remus: I know. Quatre: So…Chapter 2: The New Opera Populaire Disclaimer: I don’t own ANY PoTO characters. I just own Aurora, Jareth: AKA the Mary Sue. the Stephens, Dorian Fynn, Mac: Oh, she’s also a fan of the hot guys who starred in the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Remus: Huh? Mac: Stuart Townsend played Dorian Gray. Damian Steele, Jessie Giry, Erik: She gave Mme. Giry a Mary Sue daughter? and Melody. Mac: And we’re skipping the Author’s Note because we know it. “Talking” “Thinking” (My thoughts) Jareth: Oh, the stupidity continues. A hundred miles from where the mother and daughter were escaping from, the famous Paris Opera House stood in all its rebuilt glory. Erik: What happened to the original? Mac: Movie wise? You burnt it to the ground when you crashed the chandelier. It has been 3 years since the famous disaster by the infamous Phantom of the Opera. Mac: See? Many believed that the Opera House was haunted by an actual Phantom. The only people whom knew of the true Sai: Why are those words in bold? Mac: Phantom’s Ange must think they needed to be emphasized when they didn’t. identity of the Phantom were both Madam Giry and her daughters, Meg and Jessie Giry. *Rumblings and clanking noise* And of course, both Christine and Raoul De Changy. Sai: But the therapy was starting to work. Mac: Point Sai. Even those whom Quatre: Who! saw the Phantom for whom Quatre: Who! Mac: Stop it, you’ll be bored of it pretty soon. he was, perished in the fire that destroyed the House, but miraculously, it was able to be restored to its former glory. Mac: I don’t know about her, but there was a house by me that burned and a baby was killed. It didn’t sell for years. I highly doubt that they would reopen a place with such a tragedy behind it. Then again, GASLIGHT! Theaters were burning left and right… Jareth: Are you done arguing with yourself? Both managers, Mr. Andre and Firmin Quatre: Firmin doesn’t get a Mister? Erik: It should be Monsieur. retook their positions as the managers of the Opera House once it was rebuilt. As soon as rehearsals started, there was word from the Phantom. Erik: GET ME THE HELL OUT OF THIS STORY! Both Md. Mac: Madame is shortened to Mme. You have provided the postal abbreviation for Maryland. Giry and her daughters were quite concerned for the lonely ghoul that dwelled the cellars of the Opera House. They visited him as often as possible to check on him. Mac: Has Meg Giry ever seen you? Erik: No. And I’d like to keep it that way. Mac: Okay. Even though Md. Giry wasn’t very happy by what happened, she could understand that he wanted was to love and be loved in return. Erik: I’m not the Beast from Beauty and the Beast! I am the Phantom of the Opera! Jareth: Are you going to kill someone? Erik: Possibly. *Everyone moves back a row.* Christine never took the time to get acquainted and get to know the Phantom. But that was partly his fault too. All: Wha? If he hadn’t tried to hypnotize her with his beautiful voice, he could have seen her for the true person she was; Erik: I did. Mac: Uh oh. I sense that Christine bashing ahead. Jareth: Should we duck and cover? Mac: Yes. a conniving and spoiled woman who only wanted fame and wealth. *Others duck.* Erik: WHAT? She never thought of anyone but herself. Mac: Oh boy, way to massacre Christine’s character. Jareth: Way to get on Erik’s list. Sai: Right after me. Erik: No, she’s before you. She and Raoul had just gotten married and Christine was planning on rejoining the Opera House. With this thought, Jareth: I take it I started a trend? Remus: Yes. gently instructed the ballet rats to start their rehearsal for their upcoming Opera Faust. Mac: Yeah, nothing good ever comes when that company tries to perform that opera. Erik: Tell me about it. ---------------------------- Mac: It’s not the ugly grey line. Well, it’s a step in the right direction. Down below, a man with ear-length black hair that’s slicked back and piercing amber eyes *All look at Erik.* Mac: It’s Gerik. Others: Huh? Erik: Gerard Butler’s portrayal of me. was lying down on a bed carved into the shape of a swan, staring at the ceiling. He had dried tearstains. The right side of his Quatre: His what? was deformed, but he wore a half white porcelain mask to hide it. He wore a ruffled white dress shirt and black dress pants. His name was Erik, but to the inhabitants of the Opera Populaire, he is known as “The Phantom of the Opera”. Mac: Actually, he’s known as the “Opera Ghost.” Even though it has been three years since Christine left him for that fop, Raoul De Changy, he still felt the ache and longing for his dear Christine. When she had left, a part of him left and it made him incomplete. He had loved…. no desired Christine Daae with a passion. He gave her his music, his soul, and his heart and what had she given him? Nothing, but heartache and misery! Erik (Weakly): She gave me a kiss. Mac: Uh oh. Erik, are you okay? He felt anger boil in him. She had betrayed Quatre: Betrayed who? and in doing so, she lost his trust and love. Now, he realized that it wasn’t love he had felt toward her; it was lust and desire. He had been longing for the kind of love that was unconditional and that was true. Jareth: Erik, do you need a hug? Erik: Yes. Jareth: Mac! A love that only a woman would have for that special person in her heart. And that she would never love another. That was the love he had been longing for 3 years. Sai: I would daresay a bit longer than that. Mac: Erik just wanted to be loved. Is that so wrong? Erik (crying): No! He thought he had found it with Christine, but he now knew it wasn’t. Quatre: Okay, we get it. Erik thought he loved Christine, but he didn’t. Move on! Now that Christine was gone, he still had dreams in which her face and voice haunted him. He rarely ate or slept. He had no inspiration to write music. He found little joy in haunting the Populaire. Remus: Ah, some meat. Jareth: But I’m still hungry. Mac: Point Jareth. After the mob had come for him, he hid further in the Opera and waited until the mob was gone. He then returned to his lair to see it in shambles. Remus (Erik): If I weren’t a “ghost,” I’d sue for damage of personal property. *Erik doesn’t react. Mac waves a hand in front of his face. Nothing.* They had done a really good job at destroying everything that was precious to him. Most of his books, and drawings of Christine were destroyed and some of his music too. But his Don Juan Triumphant was miraculously untouched, as his swan bed in Christine had slept in and organ. It took him three years to rebuild his lair was it was before the mob. Mac: Okay… Even though it’s more beautiful than before the fire, he felt lonely. Within his loneliness, he wished and prayed to God to send him his own angel that would fill the gap in his heart and make his spirit soar with music once again! Erik: No! I want Christine…not some Mary Sue! (Turns to Mac) Your God has a sick sense of humor. Mac: This isn’t my god, this is the god of Mary Sues. Yet sadly, his prayer was unanswered. His still haunted the Opera, yet not as much. He still got his monthly salary and went out to get supplies and other necessities. Both Remus: Well, Erik, look on the bright side. You aren’t going to end up with Jessie Giry. would come and check on him and his heath. Even though he wanted to be left alone in his misery, he felt content that they would visit him. Quatre: Idea change! Mac: New paragraph! At the end of the bed laid a golden retriever. Erik: I have a dog? Mac: Apparently. Erik: Why? Her coat was thick which kept her warm in the lair. She has brown eyes. *Everyone but Jareth puts on helmets. Theater shakes.* Jareth: Ow, what was that? Mac: Tense change. Invest in a helmet. He named her Alexia when he found out the retriever was a girl. Remus: Well, Erik can tell the difference between a male dog and a female dog. Erik (flatly): Yay. She’s very loyal to Erik and protects him, even though he thinks he doesn’t need protection. He was very grateful to her. She would make him laugh and feel good. He remembered on how he met her. *Theater keeps shaking.* Mac: We’re going to figure out how to turn this off. I’ve read Phantom’s Ange’s stories. Tenses shift a lot. Sai: I’m going to need a new helmet! &Flashback& Sai: We have a flashback? Mac: Yes…Erik was remembering “on how he met” Alexia. Jareth: Remembered…on? While on one of his visits to get his supplies, he walked by a dark alleyway and heard whimpering. He stopped and listened, but heard nothing. He shrugged his shoulders, thinking it was his imagination. He began to walk again when it came louder and nearer. Erik: Now, I was sure I had finally gone off the deep edge. [B]He sighed heavily, his head told that he should return to his lair soon, but his heart told him the opposite. In the end, his heart won. [/B] Erik: Because it has an excellent track record. Mac: Point Erik. He walked down the alley, keeping his lasso in his hand in case someone decided to jump him. As he got nearer and nearer, the sound became louder. He soon came upon where the sound originated. There, lying on the ground was a dog, filthy and beaten. Its hind leg looked like it was broken and it had slash marks that was profoundly bleeding. Mac: I wish there was a fictional PETA to call about how many fictional dogs this girl has abused in her works. He quickly put his supplies down and was at the dog, which he found out was a girl’s side. Jareth: Wait, did he realize the dog was a girl? Or was the dog with a girl? Sai: I don’t know. He saw she was unconscious. He checked her vitals and saw that she was alive, but barely. He knew she needed medical attention or she would die. He was debating on leaving her here or taking her to his home and treating her. Jareth (to Erik): Didn’t know you knew how to care for animals. Mac: He is a genius. Erik: Thank you. He decided to take her home and treat her wounds. He quickly and gently picked her up and rushed to where he left the gondola. Remus: Erik was always forgetting where he parked that thing. He gently set her on some cushions and the quickly retrieved his supplies. He then rowed the boat into the secret tunnel that led to his lair. ----- Remus: Pong Paddle Down! Mac: Point Remus. Once there, he saw that she was still unconscious and gently picked her up and took her to the swan bed. He set her down gently and went to collect a basin full of warm water, towels and bandages. When he returned, she hadn’t moved. He took his cape off and rolled his sleeves off and went to work. As he worked to get the grime off, he saw so many cuts and bruises, preferably a large slash on her stomach. It took nearly three hours to stop the bleeding. When it had stopped, he cleaned and bandaged it. When he was satisfied that it was secure, he set to work on the others. Sai: Do you think that the author realizes that there is a difference between serious animal injuries and serious human injuries? Mac: Probably not. It was 2 hours later when he had nearly covered her entire body in bandages. With all this work, he was exhausted. He went to the washroom and cleaned up and then grabbed some blanket and a pillow and slept near the animal in case she would disturb her bandages. Mac: Has anyone seen my Chinese finger trap from Morwen the Horribly Emo Elf-Thingy? Sai: Not since your old hard drive ate it. Mac: Damn! ----- At 8am, he awoke to growling and something heavy on his chest. He quickly opened his amber eyes and came in contact with chocolate ones. He saw that she was awake. “Hello,” he said gently. The dog quickly got off him and limped over to the bed, jumping onto and laying down. Jareth: For an injured dog, she moves quickly. Erik sat up and watched the dog. Her watchful eyes stared back at him. Erik: It’s okay, I think I’d throw it back out on to the streets. Mac: Oh, but then you would be evil and the totally hawt Phantom of the Opera can’t be evil. Erik: I’m considered hot? (Thinks) No, Gerik is. He’s a damn pretty boy! He then slowly raised his hand slowly towards her so she’d know he meant no harm. Her ever watchful watched him. When his hand was near, she put her nose to his hand and sniffed. Quatre: Animals can tell when someone is good. Mac: Guess who is good? *Erik is now doing calming exercises.* A few minutes went by and she smelt no danger from him. She laid her head down and Erik began petting her.. This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship Sai: I guess the period got bored and joined its partner over at the end of the other sentence. &End of Flashback& All: YAY! Erik then remembered that it took Alexia 5 months in order to trust him fully. Every time they were in the same room and he tried petting her, she’d back away and whimper. Remus: Well, she was abused. What did you expect? Erik: That’s not me. That’s Gerik. He was confused by this and tried coaxing her and telling her he wouldn’t harm her. He then realized that she had been abused and she was afraid of him, thinking he’d abuse her too. Sai: Okay, Gerik isn’t as dumb as he seems. He took it slow, showing her he wouldn’t. With all this hard work he had done for her to trust him, it took one incident that showed her that he was trustworthy. &Flashback& All: AGAIN? It was a stormy night above. Quatre: You forgot “dark.” Mac: She used the oldest first line of a mystery novel? Oh man… They could even hear it from the lair. Erik was reading a book while Alexia was getting used to her new “home” and knowing where everything was. Erik was enjoying his book when…. SMASH…. CLUNK…. SPLASH!! Erik sat up, his book forgotten when he heard Alexia’s barking and whimpering and splashing. *Everyone is nodding off except Erik, who looks ready to murder someone.* “ALEXIA!!” he cried. He quickly grabbed his cloak and threw it over himself. All: Why? He ran to where he heard her barking. He came upon a scene that stopped his heart. Erik: And then I died. End of me! Alexia was struggling to stay afloat in a huge and deep river! Mac: Where did the huge and deep river come from? Erik: No clue. I’m dead, remember? He knew she couldn’t swim since she was still healing from her wounds. She kept barking and trying to get out but the current was very strong and was pulling her down. “ALEXIA!!” Erik cried. She heard him and turned her gaze in his direction. She began to paddle towards him. Sai: Why aren’t you jumping in to save her? Erik: I’m dead. “Come to me, Alexia.” Erik coaxed. “Come on. You can do it.” She began to paddle harder, yet that only made her tired. She was then suddenly pulled under with a last bark. Erik’s eyes widen in fear. “NO, ALEXIA!!!” Mac: Exclamation point abuse violation! He quickly tore his cloak off and jacket, shoes and socks and dove in. He swam to where he last saw her, took a deep breath, and dove in. A few minutes went by and he broke the surface. He looked around, calling her name. When he didn’t see her, he took another deep breath and dove in again. This went on for 10 minutes. Sai: Wow. I think both Erik and the dog are dead. Erik: YAY! He began to loose hope, Jareth: You were able to loosen hope? From where? Erik: I’m dead. but was determined to save her!He would not loose another girl that was dear to him! All: Aww. Mac: But it is spelled l-o-s-e. He took an extra deep breath and dove again. This time, when he broke the surface, he had Alexia in his arms. He quickly swam to the shore and draped his cloak around Alexia whom was coughing out water. He gently rubbed her, drying her coat. “Are you all right, Alexia?” he asked when she looked at him. What surprised and shocked him was when she jumped on him and began licking him all over. Jareth: Especially since she was near death two seconds prior. He laughed for the first time since Christine left him. He hugged her dearly, promising her that he’d never leave her. After that, Alexia was never fearful of Erik &End of Flashback& All: YAY! Again. Erik gazed down at the slumbering Alexia and smiled a real smile. He gently began to stroke her fur, enjoying the feeling of her soft fur. This was what woke her up. She opened her dazed eyes and once they were clear, she faced Erik and her tail began to wag. “Hello there, Alexia,” Erik said. She yelped and then jumped up on the swan bed, making herself comfortable and then falling back asleep. Erik laughed and thought it was a great idea. He too felt exhausted and fell into a deep slumber. Erik: I still contend I’m dead. #Dream# Sai: Dream sequence! Mac: Cue the squiggly effect! *All wave their hands* He was in darkness. He couldn’t see anything. He called out, yet no one answered. He then noticed that he wasn’t wearing his mask! Erik: See, I am dead! “Md. Giry!” he yelled. “Christine! Anyone?!” Still no answer. He suddenly felt frightened and alone. He began to shake. He had lived in the darkness all his life and up ‘til now, it never bothered him, but somehow it was bothering him. Erik: No, it’s not. “Christine!!” he called again. “Alexia!” He then began to hear muffled voices all around him, but he couldn’t make them out. Mac: Head towards the light! Erik: With pleasure! They then began to get louder and louder to where he could understand them. What they said made him feel rage and fear, Mac (Fangirl): OMG squee! It’s the totally hawt phantom! Sai (Fangirl): I can’t believe it! Marry me, Erik! Erik: Shut. Up. “What a worthless man!!” he heard one voice. A female. He then recognized it as Christine’s! “He’s a monster with no heart or soul!” he heard Raoul’s voice. All: Sounds accurate. Erik: What? Mac: That Raoul would say something like that. “Yes,” Md. Giry said. “He IS the Devil’s Child!” Remus (Devil): No, he isn’t. “No,” came Meg’s voice. “He’s a bastard child! He doesn’t belong with normal people!” Erik: Hey! I was born in wedlock. I’m just deformed. “I never loved him,” Christine sneered. “I only pitied him. How can a person love such a monstrous person whose half face looks so gruesome as his? Mac: Okay, she’s using Gerik, right? Sai: Right. Mac: I’ll show you the movie on our new DVD player—thanks Remus for tricking Peter into getting it—and I’ll show you how deformed “Gerik” really is. He should be put in a cage and be displayed, Erik: I was…as was Gerik. No thanks. showing what he truly is…. a fiend!” Christine laughed. The others then laughed with her. Erik shook his head vigorously. “No,” he moaned. “NO!!” He then ran. Ran away from the voices that taunted him. He felt tears well in his eyes and they ran. He kept running, trying to block out the voices. When it felt like eternity and he couldn’t run anymore, he fell to his knees. He began to sob. He then rolled on his right side and kept crying. Sai: I may be saying the obvious, but Erik, you are having one hell of a nightmare. Erik: I know. And then there’s this nightmare in the bigger nightmare and…*sniffs* Suddenly… “Erik,” cooed a soft and angelic voice. Jareth: It’s the return of the pigeon! Erik stopped and looked around, trying to find the owner of the voice. He then heard a melodic laugh. “Ewik.” Came a child’s voice. Quatre: Oh dear Jonas, the child has a lisp! Mac: It’s probably an attempt to be cute. Jareth: Not working. “Erik,” said the first voice. “I’m here. Nothing will harm you.” Erik turned and saw a light that started small and then began to grow. Mac: Head towards the light! Erik: I’m trying! As he was basked in its glory, he felt safe and warm. He enjoyed this feeling and started walking towards it. Once engulfed by it, he was taken by what he saw. Sai: There were pearly white gates and St. Peter and That Guy. Quatre: The one who owes us all those churros down in Disney? Sai: No, he’s in hell. Mac: Point Sai. A young woman that was the age of 22 Quatre: Wait, is this supposed to be the mother from the first chapter? Mac: Most likely. Quatre: Didn’t she have an 8-years-old? Mac: Yes…wow, she would’ve been 14 when she had her daughter then. Damn. was standing on the edge of a cliff, basking in the glow of the setting sun. His breath was caught in his throat by her beauty. Her back was to him. Her long straight honey-colored hair lay on her back just a few inches from her shoulder blades. She has a lithe figure that was covered by a white silk nightdress. Her skin tone is peach, but also has a little marble color added to it. Mac: Holy…not this description again! Jareth: What? Mac: She’s trying to say that the woman was white. Jareth: Fail. Erik inhaled and it seemed she heard him because she turned around and her eyes mesmerized him. Her eyes are jade in color. Her lips are pink, close to red. She has a heart shaped face and few of very light freckles glaze her face, which you can’t see unless you’re very close. Mac: Holy crap! Her sues look a like! She looked like a fire nymph. In one arm, she holds a petite infant that had her hair, yet was curled somewhat but was darker and her eyes were what caught his attention. Instead of having her mothers’ eyes, her eyes were aqua. She was wearing a blue nightgown. It had small puff sleeves and a blue ribbon tied around her waist. To him, the child was no more than 8 years of age. Quatre: But he just called her an infant. At 8, she would be a child. Mac: Point Quatre. Both smiled their sweet smiles that made his heart both melt and speed. “Hello, Erik/Ewik.” They said. Sai: We are all one unit. The woman gently set the child on her feet and strolled over to him. Erik instinctively covered his right side with his hand, not wanting to frighten the woman. Others: Aww, how kind. Erik: Shut. Up. Erik,” she cooed once she was standing inches from him. She then gently reached up and laid hers on his. When this happened, he felt a spark of electricity flow throughout his entire body. Mac: And then he was electrocuted and died. The end. Erik: Yes! “There’s no need for you to fear us or hide your face.” “But,” he stuttered. “I don’t want to frighten you.” She smiled. “You’ll never frighten us.” She then gently took his hand from his face and laid hers on his cheek, gently caressing it. Erik closed his eyes in bliss, enjoying her touch. He nuzzled into her touch, which made the beauty in front of him smile affectionately. He felt her other hand take his other cheek and then he felt warm and silky lips upon his. She was kissing him!! Mac: Another exclamation point abuse violation. His brain told him to pull back, but his heart said the opposite. Mac (singing): My head is saying, fool forget him but my heart is saying don’t let go/Hold on till the end…(speaking) Aren’t you going to stop me? *Erik doesn’t react.* He was enjoying the kiss. It was sweet, tender, and full of compassion and love. It was different from Christine’s kiss. Hers was pleading for him to release Raoul. It didn’t have the passion, the love! Erik (crying): Yes, it did! This strange woman’s kiss was full of passion, love, and strength. Sai: Didn’t she tell us this already? He never wanted it to end. He gently wrapped his arms around hers. Her body fit perfectly into his, like she was made only for him. Jareth: Hey, Remus, do you still have those sappy sickness bags? Remus: Yes. *Gives one to Jareth, who gags.* The kiss ended sooner than he wanted. When he opened his eyes, she was smiling warmly at him. “Who are you?” he asked eagerly. The woman smiled a knowing smile. “You will know soon.” He went to protest, but she laid a finger on his lips, gently silencing him. “You WILL know, but for now,” she cooed. “You must wake.” Remus: Why don’t I get these prophetic dreams? Mac: You probably do. We’re just not sporking Harry Potter. Sai: Yet. As darkness took him, he heard her sweet voice. “You WILL see us, Erik, my love.” And he was gone. #End of Dream# Mac: Cue the squiggly effect! *All wave their arms again.* Erik sat up, panting. As he was catching his breath, his thought turned to that mysterious woman and child. WHO are they? And what did she mean they would meet? Remus: You would meet the mysterious child and her mother. Wasn’t that clear? Mac: As mud. Once his breath was steady, he lay back down and went back to sleep, dreaming of the mysterious woman and child. ----------------------------- The next day, Erik awoke, feeling rejuvenated and ready for the day. As he stretched, he looked over to see Alexia sleeping peacefully. He smiled and gently stroked Alexia’s fur. He was earned with a contented growl from her. Erik chuckled and got off the bed to make some breakfast. After 10 minutes, Erik heard Alexia’s foot paws coming towards the kitchen and he chuckled as he saw her come in, her tail wagging like crazy. He had bought some canned dog food Mac: Yeah, best guess: canned dog food is a more recent invention. and as he began to set her bowl down, Alexia tried to jump him, but with his quick reflexes, Erik was able to dodge her assault. “Now hold on, Alexia,” he scolded her like a child. “I’ll give you your food if you won’t jump me.” Alexia sat on her hind legs, her tail wagging, waiting. Erik smiled and placed the bowl in front of her. As soon as his hand left the bowl, Alexia dove right in. Erik sighed as he shook his head. He then prepared hi breakfast and as soon as he was done, he decided to do some haunting and see how his Opera House was being run. Erik: Now, that sounds like me. He ran to his room and dressed in his normal attire; a white undershirt, a brown vest with a black tie and a black coat that lays over the rest. He put his gloves on and made sure his mask was secure. Sai: Why? No one is ever going to see you. Erik: That doesn’t excuse a sloppy appearance. He then gracefully whipped his cape onto his back and walked over to the gondola. As he stepped into it, he turned to Alexia. “Would you like to come?” Alexia’s tail wagged and he got into the gondola, making sure not to tip the boat over. Once situated, they were off. Quatre: To see the Wizard! Mac: Point Quatre. ----------------------------- Once the boat docked, Erik allowed Alexia to get off first. Once her feet hit ground, she shook herself to get rid of any water that was on her. She even accidentally got Erik wet. “Eck!” he yelled. “Alexia!!” Alexia stopped shaking and lowered her head in shame, turning to Erik with her puppy-dog eyes. Erik looked at Alexia’s quivering body and felt bad for yelling at her. “Come here,” he cooed. Jareth (to Erik): Now, you’re the pigeon! Alexia walked over to him and Erik gently stroked her. “I’m sorry, Alexia.” Alexia looked at him. “You just surprised me, that’s all.” He then bent to her level. “Next time, try not to shake close to me.” Jareth: Because the dog understands you. Mac: Yeah, Erik, who do you think you are? St. Francis? Sai: White Blaze understood us. Mac: White Blaze wasn’t your usual Siberian tiger. Alexia barked and licked her unmasked cheek. Erik laughed and hugged her. “Come on,” Erik said, standing up. “I wanna All: Ouch, modern slang. see how the ballet rats are doing.” They then made their way up to the rafters. As Erik passed a window, he chanced a look and the scene that was before him, took his breath away. Madam Giry was talking to a young woman that was dirty from head to toe. All: Eww… In one hand was a bag and her other was a smaller hand that belonged to a small child. Mac: Actually, it belonged to a midget. This intrigued him greatly and decided to sit in his box and see what will come of this. Erik: No, I won’t! TBC Jareth: Chapter’s over. *Erik runs out* Mac: Stop him! He’s gonna go for the revolver! *She runs out.* Jareth: Tetris anyone? *Sai, Remus and Quatre nod.* |
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You are the music while the music lasts--T.S. Eliot "Stop the damn texting and pick up a book!"--Grandmama, "The Addams Family" (Musical) "Tomorrow will be better for as long as America keeps alive the ideals of freedom and a better life." —Walt Disney "I wake in the loneliness of sunrise When the deep purple heaven turns blue And start to pray As I pray each day That I’ll hear some word from you I lie in the loneliness of evening Looking out on a silver-flaked sea And ask the moon Oh how soon, how soon Will my love come home to me"--"Loneliness of Evening," Cinderella "Thank you, Lord You have brought us Safe to shore Be our strength and protection ever more. A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire"--Heartland, as performed by Celtic Thunder I'm writing a novel! A Guide to Fanfiction for Dummies! My Little Corner I'm on Book Country! | |
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"Where Everyone Important Meets Sue and Little Sue." *Lucius and several other Death Eaters force Erik into the theater. The others follow cautiously behind.* Erik: I can’t do this! Mac: Yes, you can. Erik: Not without the suicide revolver. Mac: No. Erik: Please? Mac: Ahem! Remus (jumps): Don’t do that! Mac: Sorry. Chapter 3: Meeting the Girys AN: Thank you to all whom have reviewed so far. Jareth: Yeah. Thanks for encouraging her. If anyone would like to help me write this fic, please PM me or leave it in your review, along with your email & I'll get back to you. Sai: Someone step up! You may make it better! Mac: Doubt it. Mac: Cutting the stupid “Talking,” etc thing. 20 minutes earlier prior to when Erik started towards aboveground Remus: You know, this could be its own sentence within the course of the story. Mac: I know. A young woman that was the age of 25 Mac: Okay, so she would’ve been 17 when she had Melody. Jareth: That’s somewhat better. Quatre: Wouldn’t it be better to say “A 25-years-old woman”? Mac: To paraphrase Jules, who sporked “An Elf’s Love,” Phantom’s Ange believes wordiness equals good story. was standing breathlessly in front of the famous Opera Populaire. Under the grime and filth you can tell that she was a beauty and Remus: With! wavy hair that ended just below her shoulder blade. With her entire face covered, people whom Mac: From Dictionary.com… “Who is the appropriate form for the subject of a sentence or clause…Whom is the objective form.” would stare at her would think she was a beggar. Her eyes are jade in color; which came to life when she was happy, yet darkened when angered, yet now was dull. Her lips were chapped and somewhat blue from the cold. She has a heart shaped face and a lithe figure that was covered by a tattered dress. In one arm, she holds an exhausted petite infant Mac: Okay, I think she’s trying to insert actual French in to her story. She isn’t trying to insist Melody is an infant but calling her a little child, but she wants “enfant.” whom has her mother’s hair, yet had aqua eyes. The child was no more than 8 years of age and very thin. She too, was covered in grime. In her mother’s other hand, a single bag held few of their possessions. Remus: How much time has passed since the first chapter? Mac: Who knows? Standing next to the mother was a tan-colored German Shepard. He was great in size; yet a heart of gold. Sai: He was a heart of gold? Quatre: I thought he was a German Shepherd? He’s compassionate and tender to those he cares for, yet cruel to those who’d do harm to his family. His eyes were ebony in color. *Theater rumbles. Everybody but Erik is shaken up.* Mac: Erik, are you okay? Erik: No. Give me the revolver. Mac: No. His size was so great that his shadow would be greater than his size. That’s how he got his name. All: Ohh. All three had cuts and bruises adorn their entire bodies. The mother had an especially large cut that started from her hairline and went on ‘til the end of her temple next to her right eye. It pained her to both hold her child and the bag, but she ignored it. Her little girl had cuts and bruises. Some cuts were less and some more severe. The mother’s dress had slits that were bathed in blood, the same as the child. All three were very cold and hungry. Jareth: What were these two doing? Erik: I don’t care. It has been three weeks and felt like hundreds of miles since they ran from a man whom wanted more than what the mother had offered. (Mind you, the mother’s not a prostitute!) Remus: Mind you, that could’ve been told in the course of the narrative. Mac: Point Remus. When he didn’t get what he sought after, he took drastic measure. Shadow defended the mother with his life, yet he too had gotten cuts and bruises. The mother, Aurora Stephens, had enough of the man and fled. She took her daughter, Melody, Shadow, and her possessions with her, not wanting to be near him any longer. Quatre: Which we all got in the first chapter. She had heard tales of the famous Opera Populaire and of the “ghost” that lurks within. During All: During WHAT? All her life, Aurora wished to sing the Paris Opera Populaire and become Prima Donna. Her mother and father, both holding a passion in music and dancing, encouraged her to follow her dream. While her father, David Stephens, taught her to dance, her mother, Danielle Stephens, taught her to sing like an angel. Jareth: David and Danielle? Mac: And they named their kid Aurora? Her passion was singing. Her voice could make the very angels in heaven be put to shame. Her voice was sweet as honey, soft as silk, and exceptionally passionate. Melody had her mothers’ voice, yet not as strong. Erik: They are already good singers. They don’t need me. YES! Danielle Stephens was a very gorgeous woman at the age of 38 Mac: Making her a mum at 13. HOLY CRAP! with her long blonde hair and jade Sai: Look, they are green. Stop trying to be fancy. Mac: Stop with the block description. Unless these characters are going to play a rather large part in the story, we don’t need to know what they are like. eyes. Her personality was gentle and compassionate; yet, she had a strict side to her, but rarely showed it. David Stephens was a handsome young man at the age of 46. Remus: He would’ve been a dad at 21 then. Appropriate. Mac: With a thirteen years-old? This is 19th century France, not the middle ages. He has shoulder-length auburn hair with sapphire eyes. Both her parents were quite an eye-catch, even at their age. Jareth: Because 38 and 46 are so old. Mac: Well… Jareth: Still. Danielle still caught young mans’ Gertrude: Men! The plural form of “man” is “men”! Jareth: Gertrude? Nice to meet you! attention, yet she ignored them as well as their advances. Her heart only belonged to her devoted husband and daughter. Auroras’ Quatre: There is more than one of the Sue! Remus: You know, these jokes are getting kinda stale. Mac: And it’s only the third chapter. family was very wealthy that took pity on those whom were poorer than them. They would hold charity balls and fed the homeless. Mac (Church Lady): Well, isn’t that special? Remus: If they were so well-off and kind, why wouldn’t they have made sure their daughter was married to some good-hearted, rich guy? Erik: Because then she wouldn’t have a tragic back story to make me love her. As they stood in front of the Populaire, they gazed at it in awe. Aurora turned to her daughter, whom was dozing. “Think we should go in honey and see if they’ll take me?” Aurora asked. Sai (Melody): No, let’s just stand out here and stare at it some more. Mac: Point Sai. Melody nodded her head ecstatically. She loved her mothers’ voice and would fall asleep to her mothers’ singing. Melody thought her mother’s All: GASP! She got it RIGHT! voice was heaven and she’d ask her mother to sing often. She then looked at Shadow and he her. “What do you think, Shadow?” Sai (Shadow): I just want food. Erik: I’m hungry too. Shadow barked, wagging his tail. Both Aurora and Melody laughed at this. “All right,” Aurora smiled and all three sauntered in, not noticing eyes watching her. Mac: It was Gollum, stuck in the wrong fandom! Erik: Point Mac. ----------------- As the three made their way through the entrance, Rora’s breath was caught. The staircase was exquisite and the statues that held the candles were beautiful. You couldn’t tell that there had been a fire prior three years. Mac: Prior should come after “three years.” Even Melody, whom was dozing a little while ago, had her mouth agape and her eyes widen. “It’s beautiful.” She gasped. “Yes, very beautiful.” Rora agreed. All: STUPID NICKNAME! Mac: Well, it makes sense. Unlike “Kat” for “Rosalyn.” Rora walked up the stairs with Shadow at her heel and made her way towards the theatre. Once there, they gaped at the scenery. Vibrant colors and textures adorned the stage. Hundreds of red velvet chairs faced the stage that stood 5 feet from the heads of the chairs. The red curtain was closed. Quatre: So, how could they see the scenery? Remus: X-Ray vision? Aurora set Melody on her feet, taking her hand in hers. Shadow was next to them, taking the scenery and smells in, making a memory of the scents. Melody was taking all this in, seeing the inside of the Opera House for the first time, as well as her mother. She let go of her mothers’ hand and ran giggling to a row of chairs. Aurora didn’t notice, yet Shadow did. He barked, gaining Auroras’ attention before scurrying after Melody. “Melody, stop!!” Aurora cried, running after them. She soon came upon both Shadow and Melody. Melody was sitting in one of the chairs while Shadow was glancing around for intruders. Jareth: Um, they’re the intruders. Aurora sighed All: COMMA! relieved that that both Shadow and Melody were safe and sound. Quatre: Because dangers lurked all around the Opera Populaire. She felt a little angered at her daughter for running off as she did. She strolled over to her daughter and looked at her with stern eyes. “Never do that again, young lady.” This was said in a firm voice. Melody’s head drooped in shame. “I’m sorry, mommy,” she whimpered. Tears began filling her eyes. “I was just excited to be here and wanted to go exploring.” She then began crying. Mac: Oh for Pete’s sake, it’s not like the girl went running off into a crowded plaza! She went running into an empty theater! Remus: I hope when Phantom’s Ange has children, she realizes the difference. Seeing her daughter cry; Mac: There’s no need for a semicolon. These two clauses can’t stand on their own. broke her heart. She had never raised a hand to Melody or yell at her. She didn’t want to see her daughter upset. She felt her own tears come. She bent down and gently grasped Melody’s chin, making her look up at her. Aurora smiled a little. She then brought her daughter into her arms, comforting her. Melody held onto her mother, tears falling freely. She felt her mother gently stroking her hair. Remus: There seriously is no point to this paragraph. It just shows that Aurora is supposedly some teenager’s definition of a “perfect mom.” “I’m sorry if I sounded harsh, sweety, All: SWEETIE! but I just don’t want you to run off like that.” Aurora spoke softly. “You just scared me. I don’t want you go getting hurt and I don’t want to live my life without you, sweety.” Remus: Because you could get lost forever in the opera’s house! Mac: Point Remus. With that, Shadow turned his head. He lay down on the carpet, yet crawled to mother and daughter, whimpering. Both turned to see him and smiled. “And I won’t want to live my life without you either, Shadow.” She then scratched behind his ear. Quatre: Actually, I think he’s still hungry. Melody listened to her mothers’ words. Aurora then turned her attention back to her. “Just be more careful and don’t run off without telling me, k?” Quatre: It’s “okay.” Mac: And that’s a more modern saying. Aurora smiled. Melody smiled and nodded her head. “If you want to go somewhere, tell me and then you and Shadow can go.” Melody nodded. She then thought of an idea! All: Oh Jonas… “Sing mommy!!!” Melody laughed. “Pwease!!!” All: No, mommy, no! Mac: Exclamation point abuse violation! She gave her mother her famous puppy eyes that Aurora could never resist. Aurora laughed and nodded. Melody laughed and bounced up and down. She then ran and sat down in a chair nearer to the stage. Aurora walked up to the stage and looked down at her daughter. “What would like for me to sing, milady?” All (Melody): Nothing! Melody giggled. “Sing that song you love so much!” (This song is called “Someday” from Celtic Women) Mac: Actually, the song “Someday” is from “The Hunchback of Notre Dame” and was written by Alan Menken and Stephen Schwartz. Celtic Women did a cover of the song, but it is still owned by Disney and I’m sure you have to give them credit. Jareth: Less ranting and more SKIP! SKIP! --------------- Erik was just about to leave Box 5 when the most beautiful voice hit his ears. Erik: Oh dear Jonas…*covers ears* He looked down to see a young woman standing on stage with her eyes closed and singing a tune that he had never heard. Mac: That’s because it won’t be written for another hundred years or so! As he listened to her voice, he felt his heart start to beat faster and faster. He didn't know what it was, but he felt drawn to the young woman. Jareth: Actually, he was a having a heart attack. Erik: That would be wonderful. "Hmm," he thought, "Her diction and range is quite impressive and her tone is too. I wonder where she learned how to sing." Sai: Silly rabbit! Mary Sues don’t learn how to sing, they are born knowing how. He decided to listen and sat down to hear the rest of the song. As she continued, he felt his soul begin to soar. Mac: Music of the Night reference. Remus: Got it. SKIP! SKIP! ----------------- Melody constantly relished in hearing her mothers’ voice as she sang her heart out. Every time she had a nightmare, she would always request a lullaby from her mother Erik: And then that nightmare wasn’t so bad after all. Mac: Point Erik. and every time she fell asleep, her mothers’ soothing voice would always keep the dreams away. Remus: And half the neighborhood awake. ----------------- Aurora smiled at her daughter and Melody returned it. As she finished, she heard Melody running up onto the stage and hide behind. She felt her dress quiver and knew Melody was trembling with fright. All: Okay, we’ll bite. Why? Her grip on her dress was tight. Shadow stood protectively in front of them both, growling his low baritone growl. All: WHY? Aurora first looked down at Melody, confused, yet turned her head when she heard multiple clapping and “Brava!” She saw a group of people, a particular woman and two young ladies standing out. The older woman had her long auburn hair in a tight bun and was wearing a black dress. She had kind brown eyes. She was a very beautiful woman. Quatre: See Jane. See Jane run. Run, Jane, run. The young lady next to her looked exactly like her, but her hair was blonde and her eyes were blue. She was wearing a light green gown. And the last woman had tight curly hair that went somewhat past her shoulders and kind and warm blue eyes. She was wearing a light blue gown. Mac: ZOMG! I just had to know that! Not. Aurora then turned to Shadow. “Down, Shadow.” Erik: No, Shadow, sic ‘em. Shadow stopped growling and walked to her side, never moving his eyes from the strangers. “Brava, mademoiselle!” the older woman exclaimed. Aurora blushed and bowed her head. The older woman smiled and began walking towards them when Shadow gave her a warning growl. The woman stopped. Aurora looked at Shadow. “Stop it, Shadow.” She instructed and Shadow obeyed. “I’m deeply sorry, madame,” Aurora apologized. “Shadow’s really protective of me and my daughter.” The woman waved her hand. “No need for that.” She cooed. All: AGH! Stop with the cooing! “I’m Madame Giry. And the two young ladies next to me are my daughters, Meg and Jessica Giry.” Sai: Because when I think French names, I immediately think of “Jessica.” Erik: Point Sai. “Call me Jessi,” Jessi said. Mac: Hey, didn’t she have an “e” at the end of her name in the last chapter? *Everybody goes on the hunt for the missing “e.”* With that, Meg smiled kindly and held her hand out. Aurora smiled back and shook hers and did the same for Jessi. Meg then looked down at Melody, whom watched curiously, but moved closer to her mother when she saw Meg watching her. “Hello,” Aurora said. “My name is Aurora Stephens. And this,” she then gently pulled out Melody, whom had a tight grip on her mothers’ hand and had her thumb in her mouth. “Is my daughter, Melody and my dog, Shadow.” “Awww!” both Jessi and Meg cooed, *Everyone hits their head.* bending to Melody’s height. “What a cutie!!” With that, Melody shyly giggled and looked down. “Where did you learn to sing like that All: COMMA! child?” Madame Giry asked. “I learned how to sing from my mother,” Aurora said somewhat painful, thinking of her parents. Tears began to well in her eyes. Remus (flatly): They’re dead, aren’t they? Jareth (flatly): Most likely. Both young girls saw this as well as both Madame Giry and Melody. Melody hugged her mother’s leg and Shadow nuzzled her for comfort. ----------------- Now Sai: Like, right now? Erik: Right now, I want to die. *Looks at Mac* Mac: No. I hid the key where you will never find it. Erik: Your diary! Mac: No. I know Sai reads it. Intrigued and shocked amber eyes watch as Madame Giry talk to the unclean young lady. Mac: Oh dear Jonas, that has a totally different meaning than the author wants us to think. Sai: Dirty. Just…dirty. Or messy. The person these eyes belonged to was clad in all black. All that you could make out was the white porcelain mask covering the right side of his face. Quatre: Sounds like Erik to me. Mac: We know he’s listening in. Stop thinking we’re stupid. We’re not. He had heard singing as he made his way aboveground Jareth: He’s not me. I live in the Underground and call it the Aboveground. and was curious as to whom the voice belonged to. Erik: I was watching her! Mac: I think Phantom’s Ange means that you *Erik glares* I mean, Gerik wanted to know her name. He had been neglecting his duties and had just started back up when he saw Mac: Err, she lost her lover. I thought she would go back to Spain. Italy. Oh, screw it. and brought in enough money for the Opera House, but Erik knew they could do better. He thought that the young woman talking to Madame Giry surpassed everyone, Sai: Despite not singing an actual opera song, but rather a pop ballad that hadn’t been written yet. Mac: Well, Emmy Rossum got into the New York Opera singing “Happy Birthday.” In several different keys. even Carlotta. Erik: That’s kinda easy. Especially the way Carlotta is often portrayed. “Such as voice!” he thought, “The voice of an angel!” He shook his head, “No! Hers can put the angels in heaven to shame. Hers is euphoria!” Erik: Who are you and what have you done with…well…me? Mac: Calm down, Erik. He then listened in as Md. Giry introduced herself and her daughters. And then the young lady introduced herself. “Hello,” she said. Her voice took Erik by surprise. He thought her singing voice was angelic. Her speaking voice was far more beautiful. Jareth: Erik, are you crying? Erik (tears): YES! “My name is Aurora Stephens. And this,” Aurora said as she gently pulled out Melody, whom had a tight grip on her mothers’ hand and had her thumb in her mouth. “Is my daughter, Melody and my dog, Shadow.” “So her name is Aurora Stephens and the young child standing next to her is her daughter, Melody?” he thought, Mac: Yes. We got that already, Phantom’s Ange. There are better ways to write such things so that you don’t repeat yourself. “and the Great Dane Sai: It’s a German Shepherd. Erik, you’re a genius. Why don’t you know the difference? Mac: Shh, Sai. I don’t think he’s strong enough. *Erik is curled in a fetal position.* is named Shadow? Interesting.” He had to admit, even though she and her daughter were dirty, he could somehow tell she had a unique beauty. He then remembered her voice. Aurora had sung flawlessly. Her notes and her breathing were in tune! He would have to have a talk with Madame Giry concerning her taking over Carlotta’s position. Sai: Because the managers are going to take her word. Mac: Hey, Christine worked. Of course, Erik did get a bit possessive. He suddenly felt the need to compose. *Erik pops up. Everyone ducks.* Erik: That…that…thing is NOT going to be my NEW muse. No WAY, no HOW! Mackenzie will be my new muse before that happens! Mac: I don’t know if I should be insulted or flattered. He took a glance to see Melody staring right at him!! He saw her shake and he smiled warmly, trying to calm her. He was disappointed and felt his heart clench (for some reason and he didn’t know why) Sai: It was that heart attack again. Erik: PLEASE! *Falls to knees.* when it didn’t help. He quickly left a short note and a fresh red rose with its green thornless stem and a satin black ribbon tied to it. He looked down at Alexia, whom had been eyeing Shadow. All: Aww, puppy love. Jareth: I think I’m going to be sick. Erik chuckled. “Come, Alexia. Time to go home.” ----------------- Melody saw a mysterious man watching them intently. His intense gaze started scaring her that she began shaking. She hid her face in her mothers’ dress. A few moments, she heard the swish of something move coming from the area where she saw the eyes. She looked at it carefully, trying to see what was there. She saw the outline of someone move. Sai: It was us. We were trying to escape. “Mama!” she said, tugging her mothers’ dress. Everyone looked at the youngster. She began to cry. Aurora quickly picked her daughter up and cuddled her. Melody clung to her and kept sobbing. “Shh,” Aurora cooed. “It’s all right. I’m here.” Aurora began humming a lullaby to ease Melody. She was soon asleep. “That’s Mr. Andre and Mr. Firmin,” Meg said. Mac: Monsieur! Good Jonas, you include “petite enfant” and Madame but can’t get Monsieur either? Sai: Well, she used “infant” instead of “enfant” and Md. instead of Mme. What if she thinks Monsieur is shortened to Mr. instead of M.? “Our managers.” Jessi said. “Do you think they’ll like me?” Aurora asked unsure. All: No. “They’ll love you,” Meg said. All: No, they won’t. Jessi then looked Aurora over. “We’ll first need to get you and Melody a bath.” This put Aurora’s mind at ease. Soon, All (looking around): Where? Aurora gasped at this. “It seems our managers loved your performance and hope you’ll stay.” All: Aww, man. “Please stay, Aurora!” begged Meg. “Yes, please!!” Jessi pouted. Erik: NOOOO! *Bangs head. Repeatedly.* Aurora looked back from Mac: Exclamation point abuse violation. But she really wanted to sing! She quickly made her mind up. “I’d be honored.” “Yay!!” both Jessie and Meg bounced up and down. “Meg, Jessi!!” Mac: What does that have anything to do with them cheering? Jareth: Crappy way of introducing it? They both smiled shamefully. Jareth: How do you smile shamefully? *Everyone looks at Quatre, the most adept at imitating Mary Sue expressions.* Quatre: Beats me. “Please follow me, Aurora.” Aurora nodded and went to grab her bag, but Meg beat her to it. She looked at her and was greeted with a smile. Sai (Smile): Hi! She smiled gratefully at Meg and they began following Mac: Uh oh. Fireworks, ahoy! “Md. Mme. Giry,” she said. She then gazed at both Jessie and Meg. “Jessi, Meg.” “Carlotta.” They nodded. Aurora watched the converse between the three women and could tell they weren’t very fond of each other. She could tell Carlotta had distaste for both Jessi and Meg and vise versa. Mac: Hun, you’re repeating yourself. “Carlotta,” Sai: Diva outburst, dead ahead. Everybody who doesn’t have a death wish, duck! *Everyone but Erik ducks.* Carlotta first turned her attention to Aurora, her face contorted to disgust. “Why would Mac: Uh, Carlotta, I’m sure you know that Mme. Giry doesn’t hire people, the managers do. “She probably can’t even sing!!” Jareth: I love Carlotta. She then looked at the slumbering child. “What a disgusting child!!” She then looked at Shadow. “What a hideous creature!!” All: We get it, she hates them. Move on, s’il vous plait? She made a face, which Shadow didn’t like. She placed a fake smile. “Aww,” she “cooed”. “What an adorable dog.” She then walked towards Shadow and reached out to pet him, but he moved away, growling and then barked. Carlotta was too startled that she lost her balance and fell. All: Huh? Remus: No one is startled enough to lose the ability to catch oneself. Both Jessi and Meg laughed. Aurora tried to hide her giggles, but couldn’t. Even Mac: Sure, no one help her up. I mean, I know nobody really likes Carlotta, but you can help people you don’t like. It’s Christian. Sai: Or nice. Mac: That too. ----------------- After he left to compose some music, he became bored and decided to “haunt” the Opera. Sai: I’m assuming she’s talking about Erik… As he had walked around, he heard Jareth: Mud wrestling. talking. Jareth: Oh. He saw that Mac: Look, Phantom’s Ange, you have this tendency to repeat certain actions from various points of view. This is only good if we learn something new. In your case, we don’t. He looked at Carlotta to see her face contorted in anger at the announcement that Aurora would be trying out for the place as the new Prima Donna. He then watched, feeling himself chuckle when Carlotta had tried to pet Shadow, but he barked at her, which made her loose her balance. He then stopped chuckling when he heard Aurora melodic laughter. To him, her laughter was angelic. It felt like silk was caressing his skin. He closed his eyes in bliss, imprinting her laughter in his brain as he did with her voice. Erik: This is torture! *Runs to the doors, banging on them* Let me out! You can’t keep me locked in here! LET ME OUT! ----------------- Both “Miss Aurora will be taking residence in the dressing room near to you and Meg.” Mac (Meg): Actually, no, it’s not. I may catch Mary Sue cooties. Why do you think I insist Jessi sleep outside? Erik: Point Mac. Carlotta gaped at her. Why was this peasant wanting to take what’s rightfully HERS?! She was the Prima Donna for heaven’s sake!! “But, Mac (Mme. Giry): Then go back to Spain! Or Italy! “Calm yourself, Carlotta!” Remus: Even though it isn’t your decision. Mac: Wait, are you kicking Carlotta out of the room? That’s kind of rude. She does have seniority. Reluctantly, she did. Carlotta huffed in defeat. She quickly recovered and put on a sweet face to mask her fury. As she walked past Aurora, she whispered, “You’re never going to last in this Populaire. Jareth: I thought it was an opera house. Mac: Apparently, Phantom’s Ange must think all opera houses are called “Populaire” in France. There’s only room for ONE Prima Donna and that’s ME. I’LL make sure that both you, your brat of a kid and your horrid dog are kicked out.” And left. Mac (Snagglepuss): Stage left! ----------------- As he watched Carlotta threaten Aurora, Jareth: How does he know Carlotta is threatening Aurora? She was whispering. She could be telling her anything. he felt anger and protectiveness wash over him. He didn’t know where this protectiveness came from, but when he first laid eyes on Aurora and her family, he felt a great need to protect them. It was like an invisible force was beckoning him to this woman and her family. He then looked upon Carlotta. He knew she was a spoiled and conceited woman. “How dare she threaten her?!” He thought. He felt red hot rage boil in his blood, yet he didn’t understand why he felt this way. He pushed it aside. He felt the resentment he already had towards Carlotta intensified. Mac: Well, looks like she’s going to die. Erik: Not before me! ----------------- Aurora subconsciously brought Melody closer to her. Both Jessi and Meg saw the worry on her face and placed a gentle hand on each of her shoulders. Aurora turned to them. “Don’t worry, Aurora,” Meg cooed. “Carlotta thinks she owns this Populaire.” Mac: You know, in the Maury Yeston version, she does. Remus: Let’s drop these characters into that universe. Jessi smiled. “Just pay no heed to her.” Sai: Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain! Jareth: Point Sai. ----------------- Erik looked respectfully at both Jessi and Meg, whom consoled Aurora. He didn’t know what it was, but he didn’t want to see Aurora distressed, but content. He couldn’t explain this feeling. It felt both new and pleasant. Quatre: Maybe we should start counting how many times Phantom’s Ange repeats herself. Sai: Not a bad idea. He then watched as Mac: Meaning he had a secret tunnel conveniently leading to that room. and felt proud that Aurora and Melody would be taking residence in. He fled in that general direction. All: RUN AWAY! ----------------- With this, Mac: Uh, you do know that people don’t actually live in the Opera House, right? She gasped at the size and furnishings. She quickly laid her daughter down as Meg set her bag on a nearby chair. The room itself was mostly red with gold trimmings. She had a full-length mirror that faced the door. Next to the mirror, there was a desk that had three mini mirrors. On the desk sat a note her name written elegantly on it and a red rose with a silk black ribbon tied to it. Quatre: Golly, Erik, you sure do move fast. Erik: Golly? Quatre: Hey, you don’t take things that don’t belong to you! HE had seen everything that happened on the stage. Her bed was large that it could fit 6 people! All: HUH? The sheets were made of silk and were gold with a red comforter. The pillows were red with gold trimmings. “I hope you like it, my dear.” Aurora turned her teary-eyes to “Oh thank you, Madame!!” she cried. “Please call me Maman.” All: Awkward. Mac: Anyone else find that statement a bit, I dunno, creepy? Aurora felt a little uncomfortable about calling Jareth: Dead. Definitely dead. but she knew in her heart her mother wouldn’t take offense. Mac: Maybe not? You know, this chick has a website…You know who “plays” Aurora and Melody? Remus: Who? Mac: Kelly Clarkson and Dakota Fanning respectively. *Erik screams.* All three saw the life in her eyes diminish and the pain replace it and knew she was having difficultly calling Mac: I don’t even think Christine called her “maman” and in the musical and movie, it’s implied that Mme. Giry practically raised Christine after her father died. They could see she was fighting battle. But the pain disappeared and her eyes lit up with happiness again. With her mind at ease, Aurora smiled and nodded her head. “Thank you…uh…Maman.” She said. All three smiled. “I’ll have Meg draw you and Melody a nice warm bath and Jessi bring you some clothes.” Aurora then remembered both hers and Melody’s dresses. Jareth: Because they didn’t get when she told Aurora they would do so. Both went to do their task. Aurora smiled and then looked around her new “home”. “Finally,” she thought. “A place for me, Melody and Shadow to call home and away from HIM.”Quatre: dum dum DUM! Mac: Him…all I can think of is that monster from the PowerPuff Girls that was half devil-half lobster. She then gently set Melody on the bed. Aurora never saw the eyes there were watching her and Melody intently. Mac: Good Jonas, Erik, you’re a peeping Tom! Erik…Erik… ----- Erik’s watchful eyes first gazed upon the sleeping child. He let a smile graze them Jareth: A smile grazed his eyes? Mac: Don’t think. at the innocence and angelic face. Melody had her thumb in her mouth and was sleeping peacefully. He then turned his gaze to Aurora. He watched as her grimy hair bounced as she moved and her jade eyes sparkle with excitement. He had made the right choice at making the managers have an audition for the part of Prima Donna. Sai: They didn’t have an audition. She got on stage, sang some song and then got hired. Mac: Okay, I’m more knowledgeable about theatre, but I have a feeling that you have to earn the right to be a Prima Donna, that you don’t audition to be it. He watched Aurora, waiting for the right time to make his move. TBC Erik: Oh thank… Jareth: Hold that thought. Author’s note. Erik: Damn! AN: I really hope you’ve enjoyed the first installment to my new fic. All: No. If anyone has suggestions, comments, please lave them in your review. Mac: Oh, you can be sure we will. Be kind, no flaming please and please R & R!!! Quatre: And we end on an exclamation point violation. Erik: We end. 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| MackenzieW | Jul 30 2008, 10:42 PM Post #4 |
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"Where House Learns There IS Something Worse than Clinic Duty...Not That He'd Rather Be Doing THAT Either" *Doors open and everyone, minus Erik, walk in. Mackenzie is wringing her hands.* Mac: Where did he go? Remus: How did he get out? Because we could always… Voldemort: Don’t even THINK about it. *Everyone looks at the V-Mail.* Mac: Do you know where he is? Voldemort: No, but I have Death Eaters on the look out for him. It’s an oversight that will not happen again. However, I’ve decided to bring in guest sporkers for every chapter we cannot find Erik. Today, I present…*Doors open and a tall man, scruffy looking and leaning on a cane, gets pushed in.* Doctor Gregory House. *V-Mail ends. House hobbles over and sits down.* House: Is this real? Mac: Unfortunately. On to Chapter 4: Bath time & the Mirror. *Hands House a packet* Here’s what you need to know. AN: Sorry for the long update. Been busy with starting a new story, Mac: Why do I have a feeling that was one of the many versions of “An Elf’s Love?” but I promise that I'll continue "Two Hearts, One Soul". Jareth: Joy. As soon as the bath was drawn, Meg came walking in. “Both yours and Melody’s bath is ready.” Aurora thanked her. Meg nodded and left. Then Jessie came in. “Here are some dresses, Aurora.” She said. House: Aurora? Who in their right mind names their kid “Aurora”? Sai: David and Danielle Stephens. House: Morons. In one hand, Jessie had a cream dressing gown. It was made of nylon. Mac: Which wasn’t invented until 1935. House: Amazing, Jessie has gone forward in time and gotten a dress not made for nearly half a century. Brilliant. Sai: Point House. House: Pardon? *Everyone explains the point system to House.* It had thin straps that rested on the shoulders and it came to the beginning of the knee. Remus: Talk about risqué. In the other, she held a white dressing gown for Melody that had roses printed on it and had a pink belt around the waistline with a small ribbon. It had small puff-ups for sleeves. Quatre: Isn’t a dressing gown a nightgown? Mac: From Dictionary.com: “a tailored robe worn for lounging or for grooming, applying makeup, etc.” House: Her dress sounds like a flower girl’s. “I hope these will fit both you and Melody, Aurora.” Jessie said. “You and I should be about the same size. And the dress for Melody used to be mine when I was her age.” House: You were forced to be a flower girl and wear a god-awful dress? Mac: Point House. Aurora had tears in her eyes and then hugged Jessie, whom returned it. “Thank you so much, Jessie.” She then gently took the gowns from her and set the on the bed. “I hope we’re no trouble to you or Madame Giry and Meg.” “Neither are you, Melody nor Shadow any trouble,” Jessie then opened the door. “I’m really glad you decided to stay. Maman and Meg consider you, Melody, and Shadow family.” House: Must she list out all their names? Sai: I don’t think she understands that “you” can be plural too and we’ve yet to see any proof that English isn’t her second language… House: Oh boy. “I too am glad to be here.” Aurora replied. “And I consider you family too.” House: Aww…I think I’m going to be sick. *Pops a Vicodin.* Jessie smiled and the two exchanged a hug. Quatre: Everybody is hugging this chapter. Mac: It’s like a Full House episode, only in a bad way. Sai: Point Mac. Jessie then left to return to her room. Aurora then walked over to the slumbering Melody and woke her. Melody drowsily opened her eyes. She yawned that made her look adorable. House: Oh please. I have never seen a yawn look adorable. Aurora smiled at her. Melody then looked up at her mother. “What’s wrong, mommy?” she asked tiredly. “Time to bathe, angel.” Aurora said. Melody pouted and Rora (I’m gonna call Aurora “Rora” from now on) House: Good Lord, that’s more stupid than Aurora! Mac: Point House and we usually either say “Good Jonas” or if need be, “Joe Jonas.” House: Bwah? shook her head in amusement. Melody was never fond of taking bathes. Rora would always Sai: Rora would always what? Mac: Hanging clause. House: There is no cure. Sweet. “Yes, sweety,” Rora said with firmness, telling Melody that it was the end of discussion. Melody knew she could never win, so she sighed dejectedly. Rora knew she had won this round and smiled. House: But you win every round. Like me. So you it’s not really a victory, is it? Mac: I think you’ve been hanging around Wilson a bit too long. House: Damn. “I’m gonna go put some oils in the water, Melody.” Rora said. “What scents would you like?” “Um…. lavender, please.” Rora smiled. “Ok. I’ll be back.” When Rora was gone, Melody slid off the bed and petted Shadow, whom licked her hand in thanks, making Melody giggle. She hugged Shadow dearly. House: You can’t hug someone dearly. Good Lo…Jonas, too bad there isn’t a stupid disease. Jareth: Oh, there is. It is called the stupid. And it’s catching. Mostly carried by Mary Sues. Shadow was her best friend and companion. He would always stay with her or near her. He never left her side for anything, even when she was sick or healthy. House: Excuse me; the “cuteness” factor is overwhelming. It’s making me dizzy. Mac: Head between your knees. Quatre: It helps. Melody decided to look around the room. She took in the exquisiteness of the room. The colors were very pretty and so where the paintings of the previous Prima Donnas. She saw one of Carlotta and she made a disgusted look. She never really liked Carlotta, even when they first met. Sai: Which was only five minutes ago. Quatre: Point Sai. As she came near the full-length mirror, she saw an outline of a man, but what caught her attention was the mask that covered half his face. She noticed that the mask was white. House: I’m guessing that would be our missing sporker, Erik? Mac: Well, it’s Gerik. Her brows knitted in confusion. Being curious, she walked towards the mirror and looked. House: And saw only herself staring back at her. You want a good mirror? I’ll introduce you to one of my patients… -------------- Erik watched as Rora talked with Jessie for a bit before Jessie left. He then saw Rora gently wake her daughter and the way Melody looked as she yawned. House: We know all of this. Mac: She doesn’t know how to do things from different perspective well yet. He allowed a smile to graze his lips at her cuteness. He watched as Rora told Melody that it was bath time. And the way Melody looked when she pouted made her look adorable and he chuckled at this. He watched and listened as Rora told Melody that she was getting her bath and it was the end of the discussion. House: Can we take a nap? Mac: No, Voldemort has an air horn. House: He watched as Melody sighed dejectedly and the triumphant smirk All except Jareth and House: AHH! Make the smirking STOP! Jareth: Left over angst from another sporking? on Rora’s face made him hold in a deep chuckle that wanted to surface. Rora’s smirk almost rivaled his own smirk. He then heard Rora ask Melody what oils she wanted and heard Melody’s response of lavender. Remus: Can I borrow the keyboard? Mac: Sure. I think I know why. Remus: Thanks. *Flips it over, hits his head.* House: Feel better? Remus: Loads. House: Amazing. He then watched Rora smile and he felt his heart flutter, deeply wishing she was smiling at him. Rora as she went into the washroom to put some scented oils in the water. His eyes followed as her hips swayed, which to him, was very seductive. *Remus hands out the sappy sickness bags.* Quatre: Thanks. *Loses his lunch.* House: These things induce vomit? His attention turned on Melody as she at examined the room. He could see that she liked the room. He almost laughed at loud when he saw her looking at Carlotta’s painting and the disgusted face Melody made when her eyes landed on her painting. He then saw her move on. --------------- Melody’s attention came to the full-length mirror that rested against the opposite wall from the door. Her curiosity got to her so she walked over to it; feeling like someone was watching her. Jareth: That would be us, dear. Mac: And Gerik. Because of her size, which was 3’2, Sai: She’s a tiny eight, isn’t she? Mac: I know. I was four feet at five. And I’m the shrimp of my family. the mirror was large. She looked carefully into the mirror to see what the white object was. She wanted to see what the white object was All: WE KNOW! House: Symptoms of the stupid: stupid repetition. so she laid both hands on the mirrors’ cold surface. Sai (Melody): Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who is the stupidest of them all? House (Mirror): You are, moron. Mac: Shared point House and Sai. ------------------ He watched as her attention landed on the mirror. His breath was caught. He wasn’t sure if she could see him or not. Mac: Hello, you built the mirror. You would know! House: Symptom 2: Contagious. He saw the curiosity in her eyes and she began walking towards him. Erik watched as Melody looked more carefully into the mirror. He knew then that his mask was lit from the candles and that it could be seen. He saw Melody laid both hands on the mirror. He mimicked her movements, yearning to hold her hands. He then saw the look in her eyes and knew that she had seen him. ------------------- Melody looked closely and saw the face of a man looking at her. She felt both frightened and curious. Remus (Melody): Holy crap, there’s a man in my mirror! She didn’t hear her mother call her. “Melody!!” That time, she did. Melody looked at her mother and then back at the mirror to see the man had disappeared!! Sai (Erik): That was a close one. I hope I didn’t catch the stupid. Jareth: Too late. “Come, honey, time for your bath.” Rora then picked up Melody and took her to the bathroom, never seeing the eyes watching her. Mac: You know, my parents had stopped carrying me by the time I was eight. Of course, I also had a little sister by then. Sai: And you weren’t three-foot-two. Mac: True. ---------------------- Erik was somewhat grateful and angered with the interruption, but his anger diminished when he saw Rora. He had slipped back into the darkness of the tunnel so Rora wouldn’t spot him. He then watched as Rora took Melody to the washroom. He decided that he’d return to his lair. House: And learn what the feminine pronoun was. Mac: Point House. -------------------------- 30 minutes later Rora now had Melody cleaned. She had shoulder-length gold-brown wavy-curly hair. *All try to imagine exactly what the hair would look like. All fail.* Her hair was now soft and silky. Her face was that of a child’s innocence. Her cheeks were a little pink and her lips thin, yet full. Her aqua-colored eyes held the innocence of a child. House: You said that already. Mac: House, we talked about the repetition. House: Still doesn’t make it any less annoying. She then led Melody over to the bed. “I need you to sit up, honey.” Melody complied and sat up, waiting for her mother, whom had gone to get medical supplies he needed to treat her wounds. House: Oh, this should be interesting. Quatre: Wouldn’t they be able to get a doctor? I’m sure Mme. Giry would know one. Mac: Aurora wouldn’t want to be a bother. She returned and set to work. She gingerly put paste that would kill the germs that was in her cuts on her wounds Quatre: Err, would they know about germs then, Doctor? House: Yes, they would have started to have an understanding and would start to practice more proper sanitary procedures. and the wrapped them in bandages. She then set to work on the gash Melody had on her stomach. She took a needle she had in her bag and heated the tip of the needle to sterilize it and then blew on it to cool. Mac: I don’t think I want to imagine the next part. *Quatre has already closed his eyes.* “I’ll need you to lay on your back, sweety.” Melody, again complied. “Will it hurt, mommy?” All: Oh, yes… House: If I weren’t a selfish bastard who didn’t like kids, I’d give you some of my Vicodin. “It will,” Rora sighed. She didn’t want to scare her child, but she could never lie to her. She saw her stiffen. Rora smiled gently at her. She took one of her daughters’ hands and gently squeezed it, getting a squeeze in return. “I’ll be as gentle as I can,” she assured her. “But there will be a bit of pain.” She held out her hand and Melody took it. “Are you ready, sweety?” Mac: You know, it bugs me that she doesn’t realize she’s spelling “sweetie” wrong. And she either doesn’t have a Spell Check or is ignoring it. Remus: I’ll go for the latter. She nodded and she began sewing. During the sewing, Melody whimpered here and there, clutching her mothers’ hand when pain shot through her. Rora felt her heart clench in pain at seeing her child in pain, but she knew that if she didn’t sew up her wounds, they would get infected and Melody would become sick. Sai: You could also call a doctor who probably would have some form of anesthesia to use on her. House: Point Sai. She drew circles on her hand to tell Melody that she was there. It seemed to comfort her greatly. Once the wound was sewed, she wrapped it in bandages. “There you go, honey,” she spoke softly. She then dressed Melody in the gown that Jessie gave her House: So as to further traumatize the kid. and gently set Melody on the bed, which was now slumbering peacefully with her right thumb in her mouth. Rora smiled at her daughter and gently moved a few strands of her hair off her face. Rora was very grateful to have such an angel for a daughter. Yes, she was somewhat of a spitfire, but she couldn’t blame Melody. Jareth: Traits of the Mary Sue, they are always fiery. Mac: And it’s considered a “flaw” but they always get away with their tempers so in reality, it’s not. House: I see. She, when she was younger, too was like Melody. Rora then looked at Shadow and he her. “All right, Shadow,” she murmured, not wanting to wake Melody. “Your turn.” Quatre: She’s going to wash the dog? Mac: Inside? Hasn’t she ever smelt “wet dog”? Shadow groaned House: I don’t think dogs groan, whine yes, but groan? Mac: Mary Sue pets often take on very human traits. and Rora giggled. She strolled over to him and patted his head. “Come on.” She reassured him. “The sooner we get it done; the sooner you can sleep.” Shadow darted to the washroom like a bullet and Rora rolled her eyes and shook her, strolling after him. After 10 minutes, Shadow came out; feeling and looking a lot better. He didn’t have as many cuts or bruises as they did. Shadow shook himself and then jumped onto the bed, circling it a few times and then laying down. Mac: Anyone else kinda gagging? Rora sighed tiredly and as she was about to go back in the washroom, there came a knock. She strolled over and opened it. It was Madame Giry. “Yes, Maman?” “I’d like to have a word with you for a few moments, please.” Md. Mme. Giry said. Rora looked over at her slumbering child and then at Md. Mme. Giry. “Certainly.” And she walked out, closing the door behind her. House: That’s never good. Others: Tell us about it. ----------------------- 1 hour later Melody sat up, breathing deeply. She awoke from a nightmare. As she took deep breaths to calm her racing heart, she looked around, trying to find her mother. “Mommy?” she called. Sai: What could Mme. Giry have to talk to Aurora about for an hour? Mac: If it were me, I’d have cut her off or would be close to the door so as to hear my daughter. When there was no response, she felt fear creep into her, but she looked to her right to see Shadow looking at her worriedly. She felt her fear fade a little, but there was still some fear. House: So, the fear went away but it didn’t? Remus: Just…don’t…think logically. Light suddenly caught her attention. She turned to her right to see a light shining from the mirror. No not from the mirror, but behind it!! All: zOMG, no wayz! She mentally battled herself from either staying in the comforts of the room or investigate and find out where the light resided. Her adventurous side won Remus and Mac: Of course it did. Sai: You two going to start that again? Remus and Mac: Yes. so she removed the covers off her and scampered to the mirror. Shadow lifted his lazy head and carefully watched his charge. She looked at him and him her. “What do you think, Shadow? Wanna see what’s behind the mirror?” Melody asked. Shadow barked and stood. House: You’re right. Mac: We’ve been doing this longer. Melody nodded her head and took hold of the edge of the mirror, which were a few inches from the border. She grunted as she used all her strength to move the sliding mirror. Sai: How did she know how to work the mirror so quickly? Mac: Plot hole? After a few minutes, she was able to move the sliding mirror so there was enough room for both her and Shadow. As Melody stepped in, and before Shadow could follow, the sliding mirror closed. ----------------------- It had been hours, but felt like an eternity. Erik was writing down musical notes, music swirling in his head. He rubbed his tired eyes and wrote down the final notes to a new piece of music. He sighed contentedly and laid the sheet down so the ink could dry. He then stood up and began to walk to his room when his acute hearing picked up a dogs’ barking and a child’s voice. “What in the world?!” he thought. “Who dares enter my domain!” Mac: There is so a Seinfeld “master of your domain” joke there but I can’t seem to grasp it. Anger boiled in his blood. He quickly grabbed his cape and stepped into the gondola. He then took the poll Sai: Where 40% of the people said he should investigate the noise while 60% said he should escape the fic. and steered himself toward the intruder. ----------------------------- Melody, not knowing that Shadow wasn’t with her, was in awe seeing a brightly lit corridor that had statue arms that held candleholders. Remus: Hey…that sounds like it was ripped off of Cocteau’s La Belle et le Bete. Mac: Well, it was in the movie so it was an homage, not a rip off. House: Like there’s a difference. The light from the candles gave the corridor a warm and comforting feeling. “Oh, pwetty!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands. House: A lisp? She has a lisp? Mac: Apparently, it’s supposed to be cute and endearing. House: Makes me want to vomit. Sai: That’s what the bags are for. As she continued down the corridor, Melody felt excited and thrilled. Soon, she came to long stairway and at the end; a magnificent black horse, which was saddled and stood proudly. Remus: Because, you know, Erik always has a horse saddled. Mac: She’s having Melody repeat the path Christine and Erik took during “The Phantom of the Opera,” even though everything that happened in that scene may have happened in a trance since when Meg started to go down it was a slimy, dark, rat-infested tunnel. House: Does this chick have any originality? Sai: Point House. She strolled up to the horse, which looked down at her with curious eyes. “Hello.” The horse snorted and looked away. “I wonder what your name is.” House: Wait a little longer and maybe he’ll tell you. Oh wait, I’m sorry, that would only happen in a fairy tale. This is why some people shouldn’t be allowed to procreate. Mac: Point House though I wouldn’t be surprised if the horse did start talking. She began patting him, never seeing that she was too close to the edge, which was very slippery. As she went to move, her feet slipped and she lost her balance. She screamed as she fell into the freezing murky water. All: Uh oh. ----------------------- Erik stopped rowing the gondola when he saw that it was Melody whom House: Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t the correct word there “who”? Gertrude: Yes, it is. However, for some reason, Phantom’s Ange misuses whom. House: Who are you? Sai: That’s Gertrude, Mac’s inner Grammar Nazi. House: …Cool… was the intruder. “How in the world did Melody get down here?” he thought. Mac: Plot hole. He then remembered the mirror. He had forgotten to lock it. House: How do you lock a mirror? Mac: I told you, it’s a PLOT HOLE! He came out of his riviera *All snicker* House: I would’ve stayed on the sun-drenched beaches myself. Hotter babes. Even in the 19th century. Mac: Much better than coming out of a reverie. when he heard a scream and turned to see that Melody was gone!! “MELODY!!!” he yelled. House: I have a diagnosis. Mac: Yes? House: The author’s symptom are over use of bold, exclamation points, repetition and basically writing drivel. Therefore, she suffers from Idiocy. Mac: Is it curable? House: In a few cases, yes. But I doubt she will be one of those few cases. Mac: Thank you, doctor. TBC Quatre: Chapter’s over! Sai: Not yet. AN: Oh noes!! Jareth: Excellent work, Quatre! Quatre: Thank you! What will happen?! Will Erik be able to save Melody in time? Jareth: Hopefully not. Find out in the next chapter. Please R & R! House: Let’s not and say we did. Remus: Works for me. *Doors open and a couple of Death Eaters come in.* Mac: Well, Dr. House, it was a pleasure of working with you. House: I found it very…stupid. Remus: It’ll wear off. *Everyone leaves.* |
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You are the music while the music lasts--T.S. Eliot "Stop the damn texting and pick up a book!"--Grandmama, "The Addams Family" (Musical) "Tomorrow will be better for as long as America keeps alive the ideals of freedom and a better life." —Walt Disney "I wake in the loneliness of sunrise When the deep purple heaven turns blue And start to pray As I pray each day That I’ll hear some word from you I lie in the loneliness of evening Looking out on a silver-flaked sea And ask the moon Oh how soon, how soon Will my love come home to me"--"Loneliness of Evening," Cinderella "Thank you, Lord You have brought us Safe to shore Be our strength and protection ever more. A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire"--Heartland, as performed by Celtic Thunder I'm writing a novel! A Guide to Fanfiction for Dummies! My Little Corner I'm on Book Country! | |
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| MackenzieW | Jul 31 2008, 10:01 PM Post #5 |
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Resident Time Lady
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Umm, hey everybody I was e-mailing this to (Ari and Queen, I believe), did I forget to send you this chapter? Because I went back to find the re-named title and couldn't find an e-mail with it. And I don't delete e-mails. *Everyone enters, minus Erik again.* Mac: I can’t believe he ran away AGAIN! Does he have a death wish? Remus: Apparently. I wonder who Voldemort is going to send in now. *Voldemort appears on screen, none too happy.* Voldemort: It seems Erik is a bit more cunning than we imagined. So, we’re looking again. For now…*Death Eaters through a young, clean cut man into the room.* I give you this chapter’s guest sporker, CSI Nick Stokes. Mac: SWEET! Hi, Nicky! Nick: Oh dear… Quatre: Jonas. *Hands packet* It’s all in here. *Voldemort disappears and the story reappears.* Mac: Savior & a Meeting Disclaimer: I don’t own ANY PoTO characters. I just own Aurora and Melody. Mac: And Jessie. Remus: And Shadow. Sai: And Alexia. Quatre: And a few random people we know will come back to haunt us as well. AN: I’d like to point out that I removed Shadow from the previous chapter when Melody had discovered the secret passage. Mac: It doesn’t work that way, honey. You can’t just suddenly lose a character between chapters because you felt like it. You need to come up with a plausible reason, like Shadow ran back to get Aurora. Remus: Feel better? Mac: No. Erik wasted no time. He discarded his cape, vest, and shoes so he was simply wearing only the white shirt and pants. He dove after Melody and swam to where he last saw her, took a deep breath, and dove in. A few minutes went by and he broke the surface. He looked around. “Melody!!” he called. Nick: Because she suddenly is going to show up on land waving at him. Mac: Point Nick. He suddenly heard splashing and coughing not too far from him. He turned to see Melody flapping her arms with her head just barely above the surface. Remus: How convenient. “Help!!” she screamed. “I can’t swim!! Help!!” She then went under again. Erik’s eyes widen. He swam to where she was and took another deep breath and dove in after her. All: DIVE! DIVE! ------------------------ Melody flared her arms, trying to reach the surface, but in her panic, it was a loosing Mac: Only one “o” in losing, Phantom’s Ange! battle. She was loosing Nick: At least she consistently misspells it. Mac: Yeah, but how come no one has corrected her? I’m sure a teacher would’ve picked it up by now. Remus: She may think she knows more than the teacher. oxygen and she felt her lungs begin to burn and her eyes become droopy. “I’ll never get to see mommy or Shadow again,” she thought sadly. All: Aww… “Good-bye mommy, Shadow. I love you both.” Remus: That strikes me as a very adult thought. Nick: Reminds me of when I was buried alive. Mac: Sorry. Others: What? Before she fell into darkness, she caught sight of a dark figure swimming toward her, the feeling off arms holding and then nothing. Quatre: Sue’s dead! Story’s over! Jareth: Has that ever been the case? Quatre: Hope springs? -------------------------------- Erik came up and took a couple of deep breaths. He hadn’t found her! Hope of finding Melody began to dwindle inside him, but he was determined to save her! He would not loose another girl that was dear to him! Mac: Lay off the exclamation point. Quatre: It’s hurting. He took an extra deep breath and dove again. As he swam deeper and deeper in the murky water, he saw a dark silhouette. It was Remus: A great white! Melody!! Remus: Oh. And she wasn’t moving! Erik felt his heart compress. Quatre: He’s still having those heart attacks! Nick: I’ll start CPR! Mac: Stop. Abusing. The. Exclamation points. Quatre and Nick: Sorry. His eyes looked determined and he felt his adrenaline spike. He swam harder and faster towards Melody and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. He then pushed his feet so he, with Melody in his arms, was now swimming toward the waters’ surface. Nick: How long has he been under and why hasn’t he needed air yet? Mac: Speshul Sueness qualities that defy Earth logic. Nick: Oh. ------------------------ He broke the surface and quickly swam to the gondola. He gently set Melody. He then got in and felt for a pulse. There was none!! Quatre: See, Sue dead! His eyes widened in horror. “No,” he sobbed. “Please God, no.” He then tilted her head back and breathed into her mouth. He did a couple of times, each time, feeling for her pulse. Mac: Nick? Nick: Yes? Mac: If there is no pulse, should you perform chest compressions or just rescue breathing? Nick: You should do CPR—compressions and breathing. Mac: Uh huh. After the sixth time breathing into her, she began coughing up the water and Erik helped her lay on her side so she would have an easier time getting the excess water out of her lungs. As soon as the excess water was out of her system, Melody laid on her back. She took a couple of deep breaths and looked around. She noticed that she was lying on comfortable cushions that were the color of blood red. Quatre: I think a child her age would only know red. Sai: She must be using a box of Crayola crayon. They were soft and warm. She then felt something covering her. She looked down and saw a black cloak that had been draped over her. “Are you all right, little one?” his smooth voice asked. Melody looked up and saw Erik looking down at her with his worried piercing eyes. She felt her fear of men hit her. *All, except Nick, groan.* Seeing a grown man near her brought back frightening memories. She yelped, draped the cloak over her, not wanting to see him and began to shake. Nick: That poor girl. *Clenches fist* If I ever get my hands on…*Mac taps him on shoulder* Yes? Mac: I think you need to read this. *Hands over Mackenzie’s Growing Guide to Mary Sues* Nick (reading Tragic Backgrounds): Oh, man, this is common place? He felt his heart drop at her reaction. He didn’t want her to fear him. He slowly laid his hand on her shoulder. Melody felt this and her shaking intensified. Again, Erik felt that his heart was stabbed, but he pushed the feeling away. His number one priority was Melody. “It’s all right,” he cooed. Jareth: Return of the pigeons. Mac: Point Jareth. “I’m not going to harm you, little one.” His voice was very soothing and relaxing and she felt less fearful of him. Even though she felt safe with him, he could be like that man; sweet and caring on the outside, bitter and cruel in the inside. Mac: The suspense; she sucks. Melody peeked out under the cloak and Erik gave her a warm smile. “Would you like to visit a world where dreams and music come alive?” he asked. Nick: No! Oh Jonas, no! Never follow any strange man who says that. Melody, feeling more at ease, nodded her head. Erik smiled and she shyly returned it. He then stood and pushed off gracefully with the pole. Melody sat up, and pulled the warmth of cloak closer to her. As they rowed passed candleholders, Melody took in its beauty. All (Melody): Ohh…Aww…Wow… ----------------------- As they journeyed onward, Erik took quick glances at Melody. Her eyes lit up with excitement, soaking up the sight around them. He couldn't help but smile when she gasped loudly as they soon came to his lair and the gate rose. As they rowed closer to the shore, the gate closed and the candelabras appeared out of the water. Melody’s eyes were glued to the majestic organ. Erik took great care to dock the boat gently, climbing out ahead. Nick: This is nice. Mac: This is image for image Christine’s first visit to the lair in the movie. Nick: And unoriginal. He then gathered up an exhausted Melody, whom wrapped her arms around his neck. Jareth: She went to trusting him in about, what, one minute? Mac: Hmm, still doesn’t beat the record of 3.2 seconds established by Frodo Baggins and Rosa Monroe. He made sure that his cloak was draped securely around her to keep the cold out. He then climbed the stairs to the room where the swan bed resided. As he neared the room, unnecessary memories surfaced and he pushed them back, not wanting to relive the past. He told himself that she was gone and he had to move on. Nick: Good call. When he entered the room, Melody gasped at the majestic bed that was in the shape of a swan. The bedding was blood red Mac: Only color Phantom’s Ange knows! Jareth: I’m starting to think so. and was of the softest material. Erik walked over to the bed and gently set her on it. He then went to his room and brought back a set of clothes that were his when he had been her age. Remus: Why does he have them still? Mac: I don’t know. In his hands were a long-sleeve white cotton shirt and pants. He set them on the edge of the bed. “I’ll leave so you can change,” he said at the entrance, “If you need help, just call me.” Before he left, he heard a soft “thank you”. ---------------------------- While Melody removed the cloak, a wave of chilly air hit her and she shivered. She quickly stripped off her drenched garments and put the warmer pajamas on, feeling a lot better. The footies kept her feet warm. All: FOOTIES? *All die laughing.* She then heard melodic sound and she followed it. When she stepped out of the room, one single candelabrum Jareth: Wow, just one! stood in front of her, acting as a boundary so she wouldn’t fall into the lake. Nick: That one couldn’t have lit up the entire lake…she could’ve fallen in later. She turned to her right and saw her saviors’ back to her. She slowly walked down the stairs and stood next to him. He didn’t seem to acknowledge her presence. She saw that his eyes were closed and was playing on the organ, while scribbling down the notes on a music sheet. Sai: With his eyes closed? Quatre: Must’ve been one messy sheet music. “Exwuse me,” came her soft voice. Nick: I don’t know anyone with a lisp who can’t pronounce a “c” sound. Mac: And it’s not even a soft c sound that sounds like an “s” but a hard “c” sound. She didn’t want to startle him. Erik turned his attention to her. “Hello, young one,” he greeted. “How are you feeling?” “A lot better,” she smiled, and earned one from him. Quatre: I didn’t know you had to earn a smile. Melody took the time to study her savior. He was strikingly handsome with the left side of his face flawless while a white ceramic mask concealed his right side. Jareth: Wonder why? Nick: Isn’t the Phantom ugly as all hell? Mac: In the book and musical, yes. In the movie, they went for pretty. Remus: It annoyed Erik to no end. His hair was slicked back and was the color of black. His amber eyes stared at her as she studied him. She watched as he turned away from her. “I’m sowwy,” she said, Remus: Can I have the keyboard again? Nick: Is that why you have a bruise on your forehead? looking down ashamed. “I didn’t mean to stare.” Erik looked at her. He felt bad now. He knew that she was studying him and when he looked away, she thought she had upset him. Erik felt his heart clench. He didn’t want her to feel terrible. He, with care, took her chin in his hand and directed her so she was looking at him. He smiled comfortingly at her. Nick: Anyone else getting the heebie-jeebies? Sai: You’re still paying attention? Mac: We need that beach ball again. “There’s no need to apologize, little one,” she soothed. “No harm done.” Melody smiled and did something that he hadn’t expected: she hugged him. “Thank you!” she smiled. Erik smiled and wrapped his arms around her. He then lifted her up and into his lap. Melody laid her exhausted head on his shoulder and yawned. Sai: Sleep. Sleep sounds good. “Come, mon ange,” he softly said as he stood, Melody in his arms. “You need sleep.” Nick: Why not return her? Her mother is going to be scared senseless. Mac: But then that won’t set up the contrived reason why Erik and Aurora meet. Melody nodded and lazily laid her head on his shoulder as he walked up the stone stairs to the room. He walked over to the swan bed and gently laid her on the swan bed. Jareth: Now she’s repeating herself in the same sentence. As he did, the moment her head struck the soft and velvety pillows, Melody succumbed to sleep. “My songbird,” he murmured and gently stroked her. Quatre: My lunch! *Remus hands out sappy sickness bags.* Nick: These are awesome. He watched her for a few moments as she basked in the candlelight. She looked like just like an angel. Remus: Get out the Mary Sue requirements check list and check off “angelic description.” Jareth: Point Remus. He felt fatigued himself and quickly disregarded his jacket, shoes and socks and rested himself next to her. As if knowing he was there, she immediately cuddled close to him and for the rest of the night, slept peacefully. Nick: That was horrible. The worst thing I have ever seen. Mac: And you’re a CSI. Nick: I know. Is the chapter over yet? Sai: Not yet. TBC Quatre: No Author’s Notes. *Doors open as Death Eaters walk in* Mac: Thanks for playing, Nick. Maybe we’ll see you again. Nick: I hope not. I’d prefer to solve another murder than read another chapter. Mac: Suit yourself. Jareth: Let’s get out of here! *All do.* |
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You are the music while the music lasts--T.S. Eliot "Stop the damn texting and pick up a book!"--Grandmama, "The Addams Family" (Musical) "Tomorrow will be better for as long as America keeps alive the ideals of freedom and a better life." —Walt Disney "I wake in the loneliness of sunrise When the deep purple heaven turns blue And start to pray As I pray each day That I’ll hear some word from you I lie in the loneliness of evening Looking out on a silver-flaked sea And ask the moon Oh how soon, how soon Will my love come home to me"--"Loneliness of Evening," Cinderella "Thank you, Lord You have brought us Safe to shore Be our strength and protection ever more. A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire"--Heartland, as performed by Celtic Thunder I'm writing a novel! A Guide to Fanfiction for Dummies! My Little Corner I'm on Book Country! | |
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| MackenzieW | Aug 1 2008, 09:25 PM Post #6 |
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Resident Time Lady
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"Seriously, no one can draw a picture that detailed in such a short amount of time." *All enter the theatre, once again, without Erik.* Mac: This is ridiculous. Quatre: This is kinda fun. Mac: True. *V-Mail pops up* Voldemort: Hello, minions. All: Hello, Merciful Master. Who’s the new victim? Voldemort: Glad you asked. It’s Elizabeth Bennett, from “Pride and Prejudice.” *Doors open. Elizabeth gets thrown in.* Elizabeth: How dare you! Wait until my husband hears about this. Remus: Fun. *Elizabeth sits down as Mac hands her the packet.* Mac: Breakfast with Erik Jareth: Sounds like a bad John Hughes movie. The next morning, Erik slowly opened his sleepy eyes and groaned when they came in contact with light from the candles. He blinked so they would adjust to it. Elizabeth: Because candlelight is so bright. Jareth: We love you. Elizabeth: What? Jareth: I mean, Point Elizabeth. Once adjusted, he looked around to see he was lying in the swan bed and when he went to move, he felt a slight weight on his chest and something warm snuggle closer to him. He gazed down to see Melody, peacefully slumbering with her thumb in her mouth and her head resting comfortably on his chest. He smiled at her innocence and then softly groaned. Quatre: So did we. He had just dreamt about him making sweet, passionate love to Rora. Elizabeth: Oh my! Remus: With her daughter in the bed? Mac: You sick bastard! He shook his head to rid himself of the dream *Remus covers Quatre’s eyes as Mackenzie covers hers.* Mac: Please tell me she is not going in that direction. Please… and quietly and swiftly detangled himself from Melody. She made a whimper from the loss of heat, but he quickly remedied that by wrapping her in the sheet. He then went to take a shower All: PERIOD! *Remus uncovers Quatre’s eyes.* 10 Mac: Never start a sentence with a number that isn’t written out. And ten is so small you can write it out. minutes later, he came out feeling a great deal better. Jareth: I bet. Elizabeth: What are you all thinking he’s doing? Jareth: Can I tell her? Mac: No. *To Elizabeth* You don’t want to know. He was now wearing a frilled white dress shirt that was V-cut so it revealed some of his chiseled chest. Mac: Scandalous! Elizabeth: Indeed. Quatre: When did the Phantom get a chiseled chest? I mean, he’s a composer and an intellectual, not a he-man. Jareth: We are stuck in Phantom Ange’s wet dream. *Mac hits him.* It’s the truth. And Erik is going to look like this. Remus: Point Jareth. He wore black comfortable dress pants and black boots. He also wore his black robe over his clothes and made sure that his mask covered the right side of his face. Mac: It was alternate side of the face mask wearing day. Jareth: Huh? Remus: In New York, they have alternate side of the street parking on various… Jareth: Never mind. He then went and checked on Melody, seeing that she was still sleeping peacefully. He smiled at her serene expression. He strolled over to her and gently laid a kiss on her forehead. She sighed happily and snuggled more into the sheets. He then had the urge to Mac: NOBODY SAY IT! *Remus, Jareth and Sai groan. Quatre and Elizabeth look at Mac curiously* compose and stepped out of the room. The candles surrounding his organ were illuminating a warm feeling Elizabeth: They lit up a feeling? That’s ridiculous. Remus: Also more commonly known as the “Suethor tried to use a fancy word and achieved epic fail.” that made the lair really homey. All: Oh, yes… Remus: Ignoring the fact it is several feet underground and surrounded by a subterranean lake. Jareth: Point Remus. He walked down the stairs and sat at his organ, thinking of both the mother and daughter that now occupied Christine’s old dressing room. He couldn’t get them out of his head. Sai: We know a way how…*shakes bottle of bleeprin* As the images of Rora plagued his mind, a sweet melody came to mind and he began to play. A few hours later, Melody awoke hearing a melodic tune. She looked around, noting that she wasn’t in her bed yet she didn’t feel scared, but safe. She then quickly remembered her finding the secret entrance, her near death experience, and the man who saved her life and brought her to his home. Jareth: Ladies and gentlemen, the last chapter in one sentence! *All clap.* She quickly slipped from the bed and noticed that it was in the shape of a beautiful swan. She gently traced it and never noticed the music had stopped or All: NOR! the presence that was now behind her. “Like it?” came a husky voice. Mac: No…just…no. Melody yelped and turned to see Erik smiling and looking down at her with warm eyes. “You scared me, Ewick.” Elizabeth: What is that? Sai: A lisp, as written out. Mac: It’s supposed to be endearing. Elizabeth: It’s annoying. “I’m sorry, mon ange.” He apologized. Melody smiled and ran to him, hugging his legs. Erik chuckled and stroked her hair. “Good morning to you too, mon ange.” Quatre: Knock it off with the “cutesy” nickname. It blows. Elizabeth: Agreed. Oh…Point Quatre. “Morning.” She then noticed a yellow retriever watching them intently. The retriever had a thick coat of fur with some that touched the floor and had brown eyes. The dog was sitting down on her hind legs. Erik saw Melody looking at his dog curiously. “Melody,” he said. “I’d like for you to meet my dog, Alexia.” Sai: Poor dog. She should’ve stuck to Fifi. Mac: It’s a retriever, not a poodle. Melody slowly walked towards Alexia and stuck her hand out so she could smell her. As soon as Melody’s hand was in range, Alexia sniffed her hand and then licked it. Mac: I think actually, she would’ve been jealous over the fact that she would’ve smelt Shadow on Melody. Melody giggled and began petting her. Alexia moved closer and began nuzzling and licking Melody and all you could hear was Melody’s laughter. After a few minutes, Alexia stopped her assault and went to Erik’s side. “Seems that Alexia has taken a liking to you, Melody.” Erik laughed and scratched her behind her right ear. Alexia’s eyes closed and her left hind leg began thumbing. *All groan.* Mac: Memo to me…remember the damn beach ball. After a few moments, Erik stopped and turned his attention to Melody. “Are you hungry, mon ange?” Just then Melody’s stomach gave a growl and she laughed in embarrassment. Erik chuckled before he swept a laughing Melody in his arms and took her to the kitchen. Jareth: For a recluse, he’s pretty handy with kids. Elizabeth: I’m guessing that since this child’s mother will be the object of his affections, he must love the child as well. Mac: Point Elizabeth. After having a good breakfast, Erik gave Melody a tour of his lair. She was mostly interested in his music, art and singing. Remus: Wonderful! That’s all Erik is interested in too. Jareth: That and getting into her mom’s…*mouth is covered by Mackenzie* While Erik was at his organ composing, Alexia kept a watchful eye on Melody who was walking around the lair until a drawing caught her eye. She walked over to it and saw a beautifully drawn picture of herself in her mother’s room, sleeping with her thumb in her mouth and Shadow lying next to her. The picture looked very life-like. Sai: That was drawn awfully fast. Elizabeth: I’ll say. Another caught her attention and she turned to see a drawing of her mother sleeping with a rose in her hand. The strokes on her face were so delicate and were drawn with great care. She never knew that Erik was so talented until now. Mac: She’s only known him for what, a day? Jareth: Technically, a night. Mac: Still… Jareth: Point Mac. She then saw a drawing of herself, her mother and Shadow. In the drawing, she was sitting on her mothers’ lap, smiling her sweet, childlike smile while Aurora sat in a chair, her head resting on hers, smiling her gorgeous smile, her right arm draped around Melody while the other was petting Shadow who was sitting next to them. *Mac blows whistle* Mac (Ref): Penalty, overuse of the comma. Benching the comma. Sai (Ref): Also, failure to realize that drawing takes a lot more time than the Suethor actually thinks. Melody smiled at that. “You dwaw this, Ewick?” she asked. Elizabeth: It is annoying. He looked up from his music sheet he was writing on and turned to see what she made a comment about. He saw her looking at one of his favorite drawings of her and her family. He smiled and nodded. “Yes, I did.” “It’s beautiful!” Melody commented, running over to him. She stood beside him as he looked down at her with his caring eyes. Erik saw that she wanted to get on so he picked her up and sat her on his lap. “Can you teach me?” she asked. “Pwease!!” She gave him her puppy dog eyes. Erik laughed heartedly. He could never say no to her. All: YOU JUST MET HER! “It’d be my pleasure, mon ange.” Melody clapped and cried joyously, hugging Erik, which Elizabeth and Mac: WHO! returned it. Since he knew that he wouldn’t be able to compose anymore, Melody decided on a game of “Chase”. Erik; Mac: Semi-colon abuse! though was timid of playing, worrying about her safety and wounds since she wasn’t familiar with the labyrinth as he was, gently told her that while they play the game, she has to be careful and not to go into any dark places and be mindful of her wounds. Remus: Run on sentence ahoy! She agreed. She then ran from him and he went after her. Every time he caught her, he’d tickle her, being careful of the cuts and bruises that she still had. After a few games of “Chase”, Gertrude: You know, the comma can go inside the quotation marks. Jareth: You are surprisingly nice today. Gertrude: Mac has a head cold. It’s messing me up too. they spent hours laughing and joking. Soon, it was time for Melody to return to her room. “But I don’t wanna go, Ewick!” she pouted. Erik smiled and gently stroked Melody. He immensely enjoyed her company, but knew she had to return. “You must return, mon ange,” he coaxed. “Don’t you miss your mother and Shadow?” Melody thought of this. She did miss them, but she enjoyed spending time with Erik. She sighed dejectedly. “All wight.” All: YAY! Good bye “cute” interaction! Erik smiled at her and scooped her up. He held Melody as he, with Alexia, took a tunnel that would lead to her mother’s room. When they reached the mirror, they saw that Shadow was the only one in the room. Mac: He got there by magic because if we remember, in the last chapter, he just disappeared. Erik gently set her on her feet. Melody gazed at him sadly. A few tears fell. Erik bent to her level and wiped them away. Melody took his in hers. Quatre: His what in her what? Erik smiled comforting and Alexia nuzzled her. “Will I see you again, Ewick?” All: No. Erik nodded his head. “You will.” All: Darn it! He then opened the mirror and she stepped out, looking back at him. She quickly ran back to him and hugged him dearly to her. “I don’t wanna leave you, Ewik!” she cried. “I don’t want you to leave me either, mon ange.” He whispered. “But you’ll see me again.” “How?” she asked cutely. *All mime throwing up.* “I’m everywhere.” Elizabeth: Spooky. Remus: Sounds more like a stalker to me. Mac: He does have those tendencies. he gently tapped her knowingly on her nose and winked, which caused Melody to giggle. “Now go.” He coaxed. Melody nodded, giving him and Alexia one last hug and quickly left. As she came out and door to the mirror close, she looked back to see both Erik and Alexia watching her. She smiled at them and Erik returned hers. She laid a hand on the mirror and Erik mimicked. “You will see me again, mon ange.” She heard his voice everywhere. Quatre: Erik in surround sound. He and Alexia began to fade into the shadows until they were no more. Melody felt tears well up, but hope filled her heart when she remembered that Erik had said that she would see him again. She turned and saw a note with her name on it. She went over and grabbed the note. It read: Dearest Melody, Remus: Please go play in traffic. Mac: Remus! Remus: What? I’m just voicing what we’re all thinking. When you have returned, I won’t be here. I hate leaving you by yourself, but Md. Mme. Giry wanted to speak to me and I don’t want to disappoint her. Jareth: Yeah, last night. I won’t be gone long. I’ve left the key so make sure to lock the door. Keep Shadow with you and you’ll be safe. You may explore the Opera Populaire, but don’t wander too far. If you see a stranger, don’t talk to them; instead, look for me, Meg, Jessie or Md. Mme. Giry. If you get hungry, the kitchen is just down the hall, turn left and it’s the third door on your right. I should be done by lunchtime. Know that I love you, my songbird Quatre: Ugh, why does this girl have so many nicknames? Mac: I don’t know. Melody smiled and went to look over at Shadow, who had watched her. “Let’s go explowing, Shadow.” Sai (Shadow): Let’s not and say we did, kay? Mac: Point Sai. Shadow barked and then walked under her, lifting her onto his back. *All groan* Elizabeth: I don’t think you can ride a dog. She laughed and hung onto him as they explored. Elizabeth: Is it over? Quatre: Not yet: TBC Elizabeth: Now it’s over? Quatre: Not quite. Elizabeth: What now? Mac: Some pretentious words from our author! AN: How was this chapter? All: Bad. I'd like to thank those who have reviewed and enjoyed this story. Mac: Please submit your names and the nice men in white coats will be with you shortly. I will update very soon so keep an eye out. Please R & R! Elizabeth: Now is it over? Quatre: Yes. *All leave.* |
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You are the music while the music lasts--T.S. Eliot "Stop the damn texting and pick up a book!"--Grandmama, "The Addams Family" (Musical) "Tomorrow will be better for as long as America keeps alive the ideals of freedom and a better life." —Walt Disney "I wake in the loneliness of sunrise When the deep purple heaven turns blue And start to pray As I pray each day That I’ll hear some word from you I lie in the loneliness of evening Looking out on a silver-flaked sea And ask the moon Oh how soon, how soon Will my love come home to me"--"Loneliness of Evening," Cinderella "Thank you, Lord You have brought us Safe to shore Be our strength and protection ever more. A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire"--Heartland, as performed by Celtic Thunder I'm writing a novel! A Guide to Fanfiction for Dummies! My Little Corner I'm on Book Country! | |
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| MackenzieW | Aug 2 2008, 09:02 PM Post #7 |
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"What's up with the arrows and do we really need a creepy patron?" *Everyone returns to the theater.* Mac: Broadway's back! Broadway's back! *Does a little dance* Jareth: But Erik isn't. Remus: Wonder who Voldemort will toss in today? Voldemort: Wonder no more! Welcome FBI Agent Martin Fitzgerald from "Without a Trace." Martin: What the? *He gets shoved a packet* Mac: Auditions & a New Patron AN: Since I've gotten so many good reviews, I've decided to treat you all with another chapter. All (flatly): Yay. As Rora anxiously waited her turn, her thoughts went to the conversation she and Md. Mme. Giry had the other night. Quatre: The one that took the entire night? It was about what happened 3 years ago with the fire and what transpired. Mac: Namely, the entire Phantom of the Opera movie. Md. Mme. Giry warned her to not go down to the cellars of the Opera House and not to anger the Ghost that resided there and made her promise not to seek him out. Martin: Well, that's pretty much inviting her to go find him. Mac: Point Martin. Rora agreed. She came back to the present as Carlotta sung her song with a sour note and this caused her to cringe. "My lord!" she said to herself. "She sounds like nails on a chalkboard!" Remus: Would she know what nails on a chalkboard sound like? Mac: I don't know and I don't feel like looking it up. Both Meg and Jessie stood next and they seemed to be thinking the same thing because they eyes were shut tightly and wore a painful expression on their faces. Sai: I'm glad we don't have to hear it, then. Mac: We've got the SKIP button. When Carlotta finished, Monsieur Reyer thanked her as well as both their managers Martin: Why would Reyer thank the managers? *Others shrugged* and called for the next girl to audition. She then saw Md. Mme. Giry come strolling up to them. "I need a word with my daughters, Rora," she said. "Will you please excuse us?" "Certainly," Rora replied and watched the Girys leave. Both Meg and Jessie said that they'd be back in time for her audition and left with their mother. She was now alone and felt her nerves return. "Calm down, Aurora," she said to herself. "You can do it." Mac (singing, falsetto): We can do it, we can do it, we can help our Cinderelly¡ Martin: You can't sing. Jareth: She knows that. She does it to annoy us. Martin: Oh. She twitched her hands nervously as one of the other girls who were trying out. Her name was Brittany Masters. Sai: Because that is such a French name. *Snerk* She had stunning blue eyes and fair-haired. Her hair fell into wavy curls that framed her face. Martin: Is she an important character? Mac: Probably not. Martin: Then why is she describing her? Rora thought she was beautiful and her voice was breathtaking and the voice of an angel. As she watched Brittany's audition, she could see that Britney Jareth: Oi. These Suethors are trying to outdo the last to get the title of "Queen of Inconsistency." had everyone under her spell. "Her voice is exquisite!" she thought as Brittany's song came to an end. "My voice is nothing compared to hers." Rora felt her heart clench and tears well up at the thought of not making Prima Donna and her confidence began to wither. She turned to leave when.... "Stay where you are, Aurora." commanded a rich voice in her head. Martin: She's hearing voices? That's not good. Mac: Explains a lot. Rosa's Mac: Wrong Sue! body tensed and she whipped her head around, trying to pinpoint where the voice was coming from. She heard the person chuckle and it sent shivers through her body. "I know you are trying to find me, ma cheri Mac: C-H-E-R-I-E. Aurora is a female. Sai: Or else she would be a Gary Stu. Jareth: And this would be a different story all together. Mac: Not necessarily. and you won't succeed." "Who are you?" she quietly asked. "Think of I as an admirer, ma cherie," came the reply. "Do not give up something that you so dearly love, Aurora." "H-H-H-how do you know my name?" she gasped with fear in her voice. Somehow, the voice took notice of her fear. Martin: It couldn't have been the stuttering or gasping, now could it? Sai: Point Martin. "No need to fear me,' came the person's voice in a soothing tone. "I have no intent to do you harm. And as for how I know your name, I'm everywhere and watch what goes on in this Opera House," Martin: For I am the resident voyeur. Mac: Point Martin. Rosa Mac: Wrong Sue! Again! relaxed her tensed body as the mysterious voice spoke to her. The voice seemed soothing and held a power over her that she could not escape and she didn't want to. This both confused and frightened her. No voice has ever had this power of her. "Where are you, monsieur?" she asked. "As I've told you, I'm everywhere" came a chuckle. "You're turn is next. Give the song that you¡¯ve decided to sing your soul, your heart, your passion and emotion and you WILL become Prima Donna, Aurora." Mac: Kid, go out there and don't come back until you¡¯re a STAR! Martin: That's paraphrased from 42nd Street, isn't it? Mac: Yeah. And as soon as the last word was said, Rora felt voice leave her. She looked up in the catwalks and saw nothing. "Miss Stephens!" can Monsieur Reyer's voice. "It's your turn now." Remus: Okay, if you are going to use other French titles, would it kill you to use "Mademoiselle" when referring to Aurora? Rora looked at him and apologized profusely and stood where Britney had been only moments ago. She looked at the managers who watched her closely. "And what song will you be singing, Miss?" Reyer inquired. "It's called Orinoco Flow, monsieur." Rora replied. Mac: Which I believe can also be found on the Celtic Women CD. "Very well," he said. "You may begin. Rora took a couple of deep breaths and began singing in a quiet voice. Martin: A button has lit up on the keyboard. Quatre: Uh oh--SKIP! SKIP! "Pardonne moi, mademoiselle," Reyer spoke. "Can you please sing a bit louder?" Rora felt her heart begin to speed up and felt her nerves begin to spike. She started to breathe harder and she began to see black spots and felt lightheaded. She began to sway when the same voice that had spoken to her just a few moments came. "Stay calm and focused, Aurora," the voice said. "Take in deep breaths." Rora did as was told and she began to feel a bit better. "Do not worry, Aurora," the voice said. "Sing with your whole heart and soul and you will be magnificent." Rora's nerves and heart calmed greatly and the black spots she saw disappeared. "Very good, ma cherie," the voice soothed. "Now sing!" This time, Rora felt her confidences perk up and sang with her whole heart and soul. Jareth: Oh, joy. SKIP! SKIP! Everyone felt their hearts speed at the passion that flowed from her voice. It surpassed Brittany's All: Comma. Carlotta's All: Comma. and even their former Diva, Christine Daae. Remus: Translation: She was perfect. Martin: Your missing buddy Erik says here in his list that "Outshining the main characters" is a Sue trait. Mac: Yeah--SKIP! SKIP! When the song ended, Rora looked around and saw everyone with their mouths opened and their eyes bugged out. Jareth (Everyone): Good Jonas, can anyone be WORSE than Carlotta? Both Meg and Jessie were the first to clap and the others joined in calling for an encore and how beautiful her voice was and that made her smile. Remus: They've all gone deaf. Sai: It would explain a lot. Everyone then watched as the managers stood off and conversed. Remus (Firmin): So, did you catch last night's Grey's Anatomy? Sai (Andre): Firmin, you fool! You know I'm a CSI person. Both Mr. Andre and Firmin were astounded by the young woman's voice. She surpassed Christine in their minds and thought that if SHE were Prima Donna, she would bring more money than both Christine and Carlotta combined. "I think we have found our Prima Donna, Andre," Firmin spoke. "Indeed," Andre agreed. And they strolled over to the group. Martin (Managers): We'll just take our time, then. La di da. "I'd like everyone's attention, please," Andre said, gaining everyone's attention. "First," Firmin said. "We must congratulate everyone on their brilliant performances." Everyone cheered. Carlotta straightened her dress, which was a hot pink dress that was frilled at the end. *All gag* Mac: Someone call the Fashion Police! "It was a tough decision with all your wonderful voices." Andre said. Sai (Andre): And some of your not-so-wonderful voices. Mac: Point Sai. "And with no further ado," Firmin said. "We give you our new Prima Donna, Miss..." Carlotta began to walk out, ready to comment¡. Mac (Carlotta): I make-a you the-a best-a Prima Donna ever-a. ↓ ↓ Quatre: The arrows are the new Prima Donna? Sai: Must be. Quatre: Odd choice. ↓ ↓ ↓ Mac: Okay, this is getting ridiculous. This isn’t building suspense. It’s causing the reader to just scroll down. Jareth: Or hit the back button. ↓ ↓ ↓ Martin: Err, what were we talking about again? Sai: Don’t remember. Must not have been important. ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ Remus: Do you think it’s the Suethors trying to communicate? Martin: A secret code? Brilliant!↓ ↓ ↓ Sai: What do you think they’re trying to say?↓ ↓ ↓ Mac: We have Logic. We are demanding no ransom. We are slowing killing Her. Jareth: Her? Mac: Yes. Her. ↓ ↓ Quatre: Oh, the arrows stopped. "...Aurora Stephens!!" Mac: Yes, she's the Sue. What happened to the Sue? Carlotta stopped; her mouth agape with shock. Aurora's eyes widen and both Jessie and Meg cheered, congratulating her. Md. Mme. Giry gently coaxed Aurora onto stage and when she did, multiple clapping and whistles ringed around the theatre. She blushed when some of the male stagehands looked at her. "Congratulations," Andre said. "Miss Stephens." All: MADEMOISELLE! When the initial shock left her, Rora gave a cry of happiness and then shocking everyone, hugged both managers, thanking them. Weeks came and went and Md. Mme. Giry had Rora practice her part in the upcoming opera Hannibal nonstop. Mac: Wait¡I thought they were doing Faust? Jareth: That would be consistent. Mac: Point Jareth. She was very proud of Rora and both Jessie and Meg congratulated her and planned a party for her. Carlotta, on the other hand, was furious. She whined and begged that she get the leading role, but both Mr. Andre and Mr. Firmin had picked Rora. Carlotta threatened Rora that she would pay. Quatre: Okay, how much? *Whips out checkbook.* Martin: How old are you? Quatre: Fourteen. Martin: And you have a check account¡? Quatre: Internet? Rora was concerned for Melody. After practice, she told Meg what had transpired and Meg informed her to pay no attention to Carlotta. Rora felt more at ease, yet had that lingering doubt that Carlotta would bide to her threat. As she was leaving the dance floor, Md. Mme. Giry called her from the sidelines. "Aurora," Md. Mme. Giry called. "Would you please come here?" Martin: You know, that's never good. "Of course, Md. Mme. Giry," she said and quickly bade her goodbyes to both Jessie and Meg. As she walked over to where Md. Mme. Giry was, she saw in the corner of her eyes movement. All: AWKWARD WORDING! She turned and closely looked into the shadows, but didn't see anything. She shrugged it off and continued. She finally reached Md. Mme. Giry and saw a young, handsome man next to her. Remus: Third member of the love triangle! Mac: The creepy and/or evil member! Martin: So the guy speaking to her in her head isn't supposed to be the creepy love interest? Mac: No, cause she's going to end up with him and because of that, he can't be. The creepy love interest never gets the girl. He, to her, looked 20-30 years of age. He was about 6'0 with shoulder-length blonde hair that he had in a low ponytail and his eyes are grey-green. He was wearing a black shirt and brown leggings. She didn't know what it was, but he gave her an uneasy feeling. Mac: See, the creepy and/or evil member of the triangle. "Ah, Aurora," Md. Mme. Giry said, gaining the man's attention. "Hello, Md. Mme. Giry." Rora replied. Md. Mme. Giry smiled warmly at her. "I'd like for you to meet Mr. Damian Steele, *Silence. Absolute silence. Even the crickets are silent.* our new patron. Mr. Steele, I'd like to introduce our newest Prima Donna and my adoptive daughter, Miss Aurora Stephens." Martin: She adopted Aurora? Sai: Why? Mac: Happens. Adds to the Sueness. Aurora looked at him and bowed gracefully. "Pleased to meet you, monsieur." She then looked up to see Damian looking at her with lustful eyes and it gave a feeling of dread. This feeling was unnerving and she didn't enjoy it. Mac: You know, Boromir was described the same way and had the same affect on Rosa/Kat/Whatever the hell her name was. Martin: What happened there? Mac: He tried to rape her, the fans cried foul and she's on her seventh or eighth rewrite of that story. Martin: Oh boy. The way Damian stared at her, which reminded her of "him" Mac: Seriously, all I picture is the PowerPuff Girls' villain called Him. and the way he touched her. Damian took her hand and kissed it, smiling at her wolfishly. "Believe me, mademoiselle, and the honor's mine." Rora took her hand away from him quickly and turned her attention to Md. Mme. Giry. Erik felt his blood boil as he watched Rora being introduced to their newest patron, Mr. Damian Steele. Martin: How jealous can this guy get? Mac: Umm, in all three he kidnaps Christine. In the book, he threatens to blow up the entire opera house to keep her. In the movie, he burns down the opera house to keep her. And in the play, well, he just sings at her. Martin: Great. He watched as she was beckoned by Md. Mme. Giry to join her and as she made her way towards Md. Mme. Giry and a young man he didn't recognize. Mac: Oh, she's going to repeat herself and write the previous section from Erik's point of view. *All except Martin stare at floor.* Remus: Oh, look, a penny. Halfway there, she stopped and looked his way. His breath was caught and for a moment he thought she had seen him, but when she had shrugged her shoulders and continued on her way, he let out a relieved sigh. He then watched as Md. Mme. Giry introduced her to their newest strapping young patron. Martin: Strapping young patron? You have got to be kidding me! He felt his heart begin to break at the feeling that the past was repeating itself. He shook his head to rid himself of this thought and watched Aurora bow gracefully to their patron. She had the grace of a swan. Martin (reading packet): If character is described in overly poetic terms that could just boil down to "perfect," she is a Mary Sue. He then saw what he could only describe as lust and desire in Damian's eyes as he stared at Aurora. His blood raged to a new degree to see that he again had competition for Aurora. Even though he was saw what was transpiring, he could tell Aurora felt uncomfortavle Martin: Guys? You may find this interesting. Remus: Uncomfortavle? Mac: Well, "v" is next to "b" on the keyboard. Sai: Still... in Damian's presence. And gave him hope. Hope that he could find the happiness he's always longed for with Aurora. He then saw Damian smile at Aurora wolfishly and he growled. The ends of his teeth were slightly pointed and he felt his ears flatten against his head. His growling ceased somewhat when he saw Aurora take her hand back. Erik then decided to "welcome" their newest patron and let him know that this was HIS Opera House. Mac: Good Jonas. *Covers eyes.* Martin: Sounds like it could be good. Jareth: But a Suethor's idea of evil is, you know, hair dye in the shampoo.Martin: Md. Mme. Giry looked at her, perplexed. She had seen Rora become rigid when Damian looked at her and saw fear in her eyes. This concerned her. She gave Rora a questioning look, which Rora caught and gave her a look that said: "I'll tell you later." Mac: Amazing, looks that can speak! She nodded. "Well," Md. Mme. Giry continued, "Mr. Steele will be the new patron of the Opera House." Martin: Hasn't that already been established? Remus: We actually stopped paying attention two chapters ago. Martin: Oh. "Ah," Rora said. "If you'll both excuse, I have to go check on Melody." She curtsied once again and left. Damian watched Rora leave, a plan forming in his mind. "Such a beauty!!!" he thought, a sinister smile grazing her lips. "I MUST have her!!! She WILL be mine!!" All: CREEPY! with that last thought, the name Melody came up. He turned to Md. Mme. Giry, who was looking at him with knowing eyes. "I hope Mr. Steele isn't thinking of pursuing Aurora," she thought. All: He is. "Who's this "Melody", Md. Mme. Giry?" he asked. Sai: What's with the quotation marks? Mac: Methinks the Suethor must also have trouble with the concept of air quotes in real life too. "Melody is her sweet daughter." Md. Mme. Giry answered. "Ahh," he said. He then excused himself, telling Md. Mme. Giry that he had "work" to do. Mac: I think the Suethor needs a lesson on how to use quotation marks properly. Quatre: Hold on¡ TBC Sai: No pretentious author notes? Mac: No. *All leave.* |
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You are the music while the music lasts--T.S. Eliot "Stop the damn texting and pick up a book!"--Grandmama, "The Addams Family" (Musical) "Tomorrow will be better for as long as America keeps alive the ideals of freedom and a better life." —Walt Disney "I wake in the loneliness of sunrise When the deep purple heaven turns blue And start to pray As I pray each day That I’ll hear some word from you I lie in the loneliness of evening Looking out on a silver-flaked sea And ask the moon Oh how soon, how soon Will my love come home to me"--"Loneliness of Evening," Cinderella "Thank you, Lord You have brought us Safe to shore Be our strength and protection ever more. A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire"--Heartland, as performed by Celtic Thunder I'm writing a novel! A Guide to Fanfiction for Dummies! My Little Corner I'm on Book Country! | |
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| MackenzieW | Aug 4 2008, 01:38 AM Post #8 |
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"Erik Rescues the Sue from Creepy Love Interest After Singing. Yawn." *All enter. Little Goldy is with them, happily bubbling in his bowl.* Jareth: So, the fish likes to read badfic? Remus: Yes. Jareth: That’s unnatural. Sai: Don’t insult Little Goldy! Voldemort: Okay…anyway, Erik is still on the lam. All: We know. Voldemort: So, I present Sara Sidle, late of “CSI”! *Mac lets out a fangirl squee as Sara walks in, packet already in hand.* Mac: Sorry. Music of the Night & Assault. Sai: Methinks we’ll be using the SKIP button this chapter. AN: Thank you all who have reviewed. Its truly inspired me. Mac: You mean “it has.” Good Jonas, the grammar! Sara: Is this a signal of what is to come? Mac: Oh, yes. I need ideas or suggestions on how Erik and Aurora should meet. Jareth: How about the suggestion they don’t? Sai: Then we won’t have a fic. Jareth: Exactly. Erik calmed as he watched Aurora leave to check on Melody. He didn’t follow her just yet. He looked onto what Md. Mme. Giry was saying to Mr. Steelé. Sara: Call me crazy but I don’t think it works that way. He could see that Mme. Giry had Aurora’s best interest at heart and He had both heard and seen Md. Mme. Giry take on the role of a mother figure to Aurora last night. He could see that Md. Mme. Giry was quite taken with both mother and daughter and watched over them like a mother hen does with her chicks. Remus: We get it. Mme. Giry feels maternal towards the Sue and her spawn. Move on! He then saw Damian leave and concluded that he had a house call to make, letting their newest patron know that this was HIS opera house and not to pursue a relationship with Aurora Stephens. Sara: Oh good…he’s GOT to be kidding me. Sai: And he’s the good guy. Sara: Where’s my piece? Mac: Locked up with Buddy’s Suicide Revolver. Later that night, Rora gave Melody a lecture about how worried she was that made Melody felt terrible for disappearing and continuously apologized. Remus: But you were seemingly gone all night long and had no clue that Melody had disappeared! Rora gave her daughter a smile and told her to inform her where she would be next time and Melody agreed. She then told her of Erik and how compassionate he was, describing him a kind, caring gentleman, *Regular sporkers try to hold in their laughter.* but left out the mirror that it led to his home and of the mask he wore. Rora smiled and told her of her day and that the Opera Populaire had a new patron. She also told her of her how she felt being near Mr. Damian Steelé and Melody had a feeling that he didn’t mean well. Jareth: She’s confiding all that to an eight year-old kid? A little later, after they both bathed and got dressed, Rora tucked Melody and sung a lullaby to help her sleep. Once Melody was asleep, Rora decided to go to the roof since she had gotten approval from Md. Mme. Giry that she could; yet warned her to be cautious and she agreed. Mac: Oh, the roof. I love the roof. Christine brings Raoul up there, saying they’ll “Be safe” as if the Phantom’s reign didn’t extend to the roof. She was now dressed in a warm light lavender dress that brought out her eyes and draped her new silver cloak that was welcoming present from both Meg and Jessie over her in case it was colder than what she was told. Quatre: Is the Suethor done describing the Sue’s oh-so-wonderful wardrobe? Sara: I think so. She also told Shadow to stay and watch over Melody. Shadow was hesitant in letting Rora roam around the Opera House by herself, but she told him that she really needed to clear her head. Sara: Because the dog would so understand her. Mac: Point Sara. She kissed Melody’s forehead, gently rubbing it with her nose and then left for the roof. Damian was in his office going over some paperwork when... “Greetings, Mr. Steelé,” a husky voice called from all around. Damian stood abruptly that his chair fell. “Who’s there?! Show yourself!” He looked around and saw a dark figure in the shadows and there came a chuckle. “Oh, Mr. Steelé,” said a “hurtful” voice, “I’m very surprised you’ve never heard of me.” Sai (Damian): Well, aren’t we delusional? Remus: Point Sai. “WHO ARE YOU?!” Damian roared, quickly strode to his desk and grabbed his sword. Jareth: Seriously, who keeps a sword with them at all times this period? Sara: Especially when guns are way more effective. “Who am I?” mocked the voice. “Why, I am the Phantom of the Opera.” Mac: He would actually refer to himself as the Opera Ghost! “Preposterous!!” Damian exclaimed. “There’s no such thing as the "Phantom of the Opera"!” Sara: Yes, Damian, there IS a Phantom of the Opera. Mac: Point Sara. Before he knew it, it felt the end of a blade sticking into his back and a figure emerged from the shadows. Damian’s eyes widen at seeing the Phantom. “So he is real!” Mac: No, I just slipped some acid into your wine at dinner. “I beg to differ, monsieur. Now, you listen to me, monsieur,” Erik hissed. “And listen closely. You shall not pursue a relationship with Miss Stephens.” “Why should I not, monsieur Phantom?” Damian asked. “If I want to pursue Miss Stephens, who’s to say I can’t? You!” Remus: Err…did the idiot just answer his own question? Mac: Basically. Quick as lightning, he felt a trickle of liquid sliding down his cheek and he brought his hand and wiped the liquid away, seeing that it was blood! The Phantom had cut him!! Mac: Look at what you did, Damian Steelé, you made Erik cut a bitch! “How dare you!” He then swung at Erik, trying to strike him, but Erik quickly ducked and hid in the shadows. When all he hit was air, he grabbed the edge of his desk, regaining his balance. “Aww,” came the mocking, “what’s the matter, monsieur? Tired?” And then there was chuckling and the cold voice warned. “I’ll warn you for the last time, leave both Miss Stephens and her daughter alone. They’re under my protection.” Damian felt the blade leave him. “If I see you anywhere near either Miss Stephens or her daughter; there will consequences.” And with the feel of cold air, the figure was gone. Sara: And Damian went to go check himself into the nearest mental hospital. After he warned their patron to leave Rora and her daughter alone, Erik needed to calm his nerves so he went to the roof and when he stepped out into the cool fresh air, he felt his anger had somewhat diminished yet not completely. With the memory of his visit and threat to Mr. Steelé, he felt a little better. Suddenly, a song that he had not sung in a long time came to mind and he began singing. Jareth: AGAIN? Good Jonas, I know how to pick these stories. SKIP! SKIP! Rora had been on the roof for an hour, taking in the breathtaking sight of Paris at nighttime when she heard the most handsome voice. She looked around, trying to pinpoint the voice but could see who the voice belonged to. Mac: Really? Sara: Problem solved. “Hello?” her sweet voice called. The voice suddenly ceased and she looked behind her to see the end of a cape before it disappeared. She walked in the direction of where it came from. “Anyone here? Hello?” Jareth: You saw him. You know the answer. Unless Mac slipped acid into your wine as well. Mac: Err… There was still no response. “If you’re there, please don’t stop,” She pleaded. “It’s a very beautiful song and I would gladly love to hear the rest.” When there came no reply, she sighed sadly and walked over to a statue of a horse rearing up. She looked upon the statue and gently touched it. She felt tears well up and she allowed them. Just looking at this statue brought memories of her beloved stallion, Nightwing. Remus: Of course she has a horse! Sara: Nightwing? *All burst out laughing.* She sighed sadly and then turned her back to it, never noticing watchful eyes on her. Erik stopped singing when he had heard her lovely voice calling out and even though he wanted to respond, he held his tongue. He heard her plea for him to continue and yet he stayed silent. He watched as she sighed sadly and that broke his heart. He then saw her walk to the statue he was hiding behind and gaze at it with sad eyes. He was curious to why looking at the statue made her sad. He then saw that her back was to him. He wanted to see her happy, not miserable so he decided to finish the song. Sara: How…nice. SKIP! SKIP! Rora felt her spirit soar when the voice began to sing again. She thought the voice was that of an angel. The voice held such raw emotion: pain, love, betrayal, lonliness Mac: But not loneliness. passion, strength, and hope. She felt like she was in a trance and floating on cloud 9. Remus: Seventh Heaven was just a few key changes away though. Mac: Oh, WB show flashback. She didn’t want this feeling to ever go away. She gazed around to find the singer, but couldn’t. Sai: Oh well. Little Goldy and I say SKIP! SKIP! He felt his heart speed as the song came to an end. He could see that his voice captivated her because he saw the look of pure bliss on her face Remus: It’s almost over? SKIP! SKIP! Rosa Mac: This chick can't keep her Sues straight! Remus: Well, it doesn't help that she's named one "Rosa" and the other "Rora." Mac: True. opened her eyes as the last verse of the song was sung. Quatre: She lied! SKIP! SKIP! She sighed as the note drifted into the night. “That was magnificent.” She sighed. “Thank you, mademoiselle.” Came a rich voice. “What’s it called monsieur?” she asked the voice. ““Music of the Night”.” Came the reply. “It’s very fitting.” “Merci.” Before Rora could say another word…. Mac: We stepped out and put this fic out of its misery. Sai: I wish. “Good evening, Miss Stephens” called a deep voice that made Rora cringe. She groaned in annoyance as she watched Damian stroll up to her. Mac: Dude gets around fast. She wanted to get away from him but she had to be polite and placed a fake smile on and turned her attention to him. He was at her side in a flash. Sara: He’s now a superhero. *Little Goldy is holding his head in his fin* “Good evening, Mr. Steelé,” she said. “How can I help you?” “Please,” he smiled. “Call me Damian, Aurora. And I was wondering if you would like to join me for dinner.” Erik was watching from his hiding spot and felt hot rage boil within him. He clenched and unclenched his fists in a tight ball to keep himself from lashing at Damian. He could clearly see that Damian was “flirting” with HIS Aurora. Sara: Oh, now she’s YOURS? You haven’t even introduced yourself to her! She should avoid both of you. Mac: But she won’t. Suethors don’t understand real world situations even though they think they do. That fop Mac: Okay, in the Phantom fandom, that nickname is usually only reserved for Raoul “Not Appearing in this Story…Yet” de Chagny. had not heeded his warning and even had the nerve to interrupt their conversation! He watched as the patron ask Rora to dinner and he felt his heart break at the thought of Rora being with Damian. He turned to leave when her sweet voice rang out. “I’m sorry, Mr. Steelé,” she apologized. “But I must decline for I’m weary and desire to rest.” Mac: In people talk, that is “I’m tired, buzz off, jerk.” Sai: Point Mac. Damian felt his anger rise and wanted to lash out at her, but kept it at bay and gave her a smile. “Very well. Some other time perhaps?” “Perhaps.” Remus: People talk translation? Mac: Drop dead, Fred. Damian made an attempt to take her hand but she moved away and towards the statue. “Please leave, Mr. Steelé,” she said, glaring at him. “Why are we on last name basis, Aurora?” he asked. “Because I don’t feel comfortable around you,” Rora said. Jareth: Look at that. The Sue actually said something logical. “Maybe,” Damian said running a lone finger up her arm in what he thought a seductive manner, “We should get to know one other,” She quickly slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me!” And Damian became angered. “I can’t do that,” he said, harshly grabbing her arms and turning her around. Rora gasped at this and tried to pry herself from. Mac: Uh…I’m smelling a plot contrivance coming up. Remus: Damian assaults Aurora, attempts to rape her, she gets saved by Erik and they discover they have twu wuv? Mac: Yep. Remus: Me too. “Let me go!!” she commanded. “Let me go this instant!” “I can’t,” he smiled wolfishly. Sara: Yes, you can. You just relax your fingers and pull your hand away from the Sue. It’s quite simple. He then forced her to back up until her back made contact with the stonewall Quatre: Jackson. and she yelped from the pain of the impact. While doing this, Rora thrashed around, trying to free herself. “STOP!!” she cried, tears welling up and kept fighting. “Please stop! HELP!!!” “Stop moving, you bitch!!” he slapped her hard, drawing blood. Sara: That’s the second time someone’s bled this chapter. Mac: I’ll call the blood bank. Rora’s head flew to her right side; the intense pain of the slap immobilized her and her crying increased. Remus: That must’ve been one mighty bitch-slap. And when she felt his hands begin to grope her, she tried one last time to call for help. She screamed. “HELP ME, SOMEBODY, PLEASE!!!!” Damian’s eyes widen and mentally slapped himself for releasing her mouth and clamped his hand over it to shut her. Her eyes widen as she saw the look in his eyes. He looked like a madman. “No one going to save you.” He hissed. “I always get what I want and what I want is you.” Sai: That sounds like a song lyric… Mac (Lola): I always get what I came for/and your heart and soul/is what I aim for! Sai: Ahh. Rora closed her eyes and prayed for someone to save her. Quatre: Gee, wonder who that will be? Sara: Here’s a thought, Rora, SAVE YOURSELF! Mac: Sue equals automatic damsel-in-distress, even if she was originally introduced as Amazon woman. Sara: Oy. What’s this? TBC Sai: Chapter’s over! *Little Goldy points fin down.* Quatre: Not yet. AN: Ooohhh, a cliffie! What’s going to happen to Aurora? Mac: Erik’s going to save her and there won’t be any scars. Jareth: Yep. Please R & R!! All: No. Sai: Chapter’s over! *All leave* |
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| MackenzieW | Aug 4 2008, 09:29 PM Post #9 |
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"Dear Suethors, Please come up with a better form of revenge. Love, Readers with more than one brain cell." *All, including Little Goldy, return to the theatre. Mac is carrying the beach ball.* Mac: Wonder who stuffed it in the third floor, east wing supply closet? Sai: I dunno. Maybe Erik used it to annoy someone and they caught it. Mac: But why not just pop it? Remus: Don't understand Muggle things like that. Anyway, who's replacing our favorite masked opera composer today? *A young boy, about twelve, gets pushed into the theatre.* Mac: JUSTIN? From Ugly Betty? Justin: What's going on? *Grabs packet* Mac: Saved & Carlotta's Misfortune AN: Sorry for the long update, but I have Writer's Block Jareth: Oh, too bad. Not. and I'm in desperate need of help. Mac: I'll say. I don't know where to take the story. Remus: The trash bin. If anyone has ideas or suggestions, please leave them in your review. Sai: Don't help her. *Little Goldy bubbles "Please"* As Damian touched her inappropriately, Mac: Do we need to break out the court doll? she cried and closed her eyes, awaiting the inevitable. She then felt some of his weight leave her and by the sound of a belt moving, she knew that Damian was unbuckling his trousers and her assumptions were correct when the weight returned and the ripping of her dress. Justin: Hun, that's when you should've run. Mac: You're assuming she's thinking logically. Jareth: Lose that. She cried and when she felt that he was about to continue, she felt him being yanked off her and she balled herself into a fatal Remus: She's just begging for an end. Mac: Give me a minute to get the Suicide Revolver and I'll be happy to help. position, Justin: She meant "fetal," didn't she? Jareth: Yep. shivering from the cold. She was in too much shock with the thought of being raped when a voice interrupted her that sent chills down her spine. "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HER!!" bellowed a voice. "AFTER I TOLD YOU TO NEVER COME NEAR HER?!" Remus (on bullhorn): Suethor, step away from the caps lock and come out with your hands up! Sai: Point Remus. She had no strength to see who had saved her. All she heard were murmured voices and then grunts and the sound of a body falling. She felt herself being covered by a cloak and lifted into arms that made her feel safe and protected. Remus and Mac: Of course they did. Her head gently hit a chest that was both warm and soft. She spared a glance to look into see piercing glowing eyes looking at her in concern and she fell into darkness. Erik was furious as he watched Damian manhandle Rora. And then he lost all reason when he watched as Damian slapped Rora and then began tearing off her dress. With a roar he leapt from his hiding and literally tore Damian from Rora. Justin: Does she think we're that stupid that we wouldn't get it? Mac: Yeah. I like to pretend she just sucks at perspective. But you're pretty much right. Damian hit a nearby statue and shook his head to clear his dazed eyes. When his eyes were cleared, he looked up and saw the silhouette of... "...The Phantom of the Opera!" *All howl with laughter.* Justin (singing): Is there, about to bash in your head! *All applaud* Erik smirked but it left his face. "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH HER?!!" He bellowed. "AFTER I INSTRUCTED THAT YOU WERE TO NEVER COME NEAR HER?!" Remus: Didn't we tell you to step away from the caps lock, Suethor? "Why are you so interest in Aurora, Phantom?" Damian asked. Sai: Because she's the Sue. *Little Goldy bubbles something that sounds like "duh"* "That doesn't concern YOU, monsieur." Erik hissed. "Oh, it doesn't, does it?" Damian sneered. Remus (Erik): Oh yeah? Sai (Damian): Yeah! Remus (Erik): Oh yeah? Sai (Damian): YEAH! Remus (Erik): OH YEAH? Sai (Damian): YEAH! Erik growled and took out his lasso and wrapped it around Damians' neck and began pulling, wanting to kill the man. Damian's face became blue as his lips and he was choking, trying to get life-breathing *All laugh. Including the fish.* air into his lungs. Erik smiled as Damian choked, but he then remembered Rora and what she would think if he killed. He didn't want become the monster again; the cold-blooded murderer that cared for NO ONE. Justin: No one? Sai: NO ONE. He wanted Aurora to love the man behind the mask. He felt his anger leave him, yet not all was gone. He released his hold on the lasso and placed it back in its place and then hit Damian over the head with his sword's hilt and then went to Rora, who was in fatal Mac: She seriously believes it is that word. position. Erik felt his heart clench at the sight. She was almost nude, but with a few straps of clothing protecting her from the chilled night. Remus: Damian did a good job of ripping up her dress, I guess. He saw her shiver and took his cloak off, covering her with it. He then moved his arms under her back and knees and picked her up. He looked down at Aurora and watched as she opened her eyes and looked up at him. He could tell she was frightened and cast a worried look at her. She then became limp in his arms. Mac: And...the Sue passes out. Quatre: Figures. Erik worriedly looked down at the woman in his arms. He thought of taking her to his lair, but then he realized it was too soon for her to see his world so he decided to bring her to Md. Mme. Giry. Sai (Erik): Merry Christmas! "Aurora/Mommy!!" called two voices. Mac: I don't know whether or not to do a drug joke or rant about proper dialogue. Sai: Drug joke. Remus: More fun. Mac: Okay, cover the impressionable ears. *Sai covers Quatre's ears, Remus covers Justin's and Little Goldy covers his own.* Dude, I told you to avoid the absinthe, opium and heroin. Rora began to stir, hearing the voices. As she started to sit up, she felt sore and tender. She slowly opened her eyes to see Jessie, Meg and Md. Mme. Giry, along with Melody and Shadow. Remus: Hail, hail, the gang's all here! Mac: If I knew you were coming, I'd have baked a cake. Md. Mme. Giry sighed relieved. Melody then lunged at her. She wrapped her arms around Rora. Rora gave a gasp of pain. "Melody, sweetheart," she took an intake of breath. "Not so hard." "Melody," Meg gently tore Melody away from Rora. "Let go. Your mother's in a lot of pain." Melody released Rora, whom sighed in relief. Melody whimpered a little, and bowed her head in shame. "I'm sowwy, mommy." Quatre: Jeez that kid is annoying. Justin: Someone should tell her that a lisp is so passe. Rora smiled and then gently placed Melody's chin between her thumb and index finger, making her look at her. "I'm not angry, sweety," she spoke soothingly. "I just need you to be more cautious if you're going to hug me, k?" *Sai, Little Goldy, Remus and Jareth all gasp at the same time and turn to look at Mackenzie, who has her arms crossed and lips tight.* Justin: What's going on? Mac: One, internet speech has no right to be in a proper story. "Okay" is a four letter word that does not need to be shortened to just "k." "OK" is acceptable. Oh wait...this is set in 19th century France and "Okay' is distinctly an American term. So¡ "k" is NOT okay in any way. Justin: Ouch. Melody nodded, smiling. Sai: Looks like someone listened to you, Mackenzie. "We're so glad you're all right, Rora," Jessie said. "You had us worried." Meg said. "What happened?" Rora asked. "All I remember is being on the roof, hearing an angel's voice," all three Giry's became stiff. Mac: One, there's no need for an apostrophe and two, Angey, learn how to better explain that the Girys know something's wrong than "became stiff." "And then Damian coming to me, asking me to join him for dinner, which I declined, then he assaulting me and someone picking me with the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen." Justin: I don't think my mom would appreciate me reading a Harlequin romance novel. Remus: This is worse than that. "There was no one on the roof, Aurora," Md. Mme. Giry said. "A stagehand found you unconscious and brought you here." Mac: Then there was somebody on the roof. Justin: I would think Mme. Giry would be smarter than that. Jareth: Yes, but the Suethor isn't. "But what about the eyes I saw?" Rora said. "They were like molten amber and glowed in the dark." "There was NO ONE there on the roof with you, Rora." Meg said. Justin: No one? Sai: NO ONE. Remus: These guys are doing a horrible cover up story. Mac? Mac: "A stagehand found you, Aurora. You must have imagined the eyes. You were in quite a state," Mme. Giry explained. Rora was certain of what she had seen, but said nothing. The Girys figured the woman believed their story and let the subject drop. Justin: You are SO going to be the ghost writer of my autobiography. Mac: Thanks? "But..." Rora said. "Come," Md. Mme. Giry interrupted, coaxed gently, "Let's let Aurora get some rest." All three Giry ladies walked over to the door and were about to leave when they noticed someone missing...Melody!! Jareth: Good Jonas, I'm a better baby-sitter than these nitwits and I threaten to turn the kids into goblins! Justin: I thought you were David Bowie! They turned to see Melody getting herself comfy. Md. Mme. Giry started towards her, when both Jessie and Meg shook their heads. They then left to allow Melody be near Rora. As they began to walk to the practice, Mac: Is it private? With Naomi, Addison, Dell, Cooper, Sam, Violet and Pete? If so, I would suggest going to see Violet tout suite! Remus: Mac? Mac (crying): Why is the television gone? Remus: It's okay, Mac. Md. Mme. Giry began to remember what had transpired when they had found Rora in her room beaten and bruised. Mac: Please don't let it be an awkwardly transitioned flashback in italics. Please. &Flashback& Mac: DAMNIT! Err...sorry, Justin. Justin: I'm from Queens. I've heard worse. Just don't tell my grandfather. All three Giry women were walking towards Rora's room when... "MMMOOOMMMMMMMYYYY!!!" All: AWWWKKKWWWAAARDDD!!! "That was Melody!!" both Jessie and Meg exclaimed. All three took off at a run to the room. When they reached the room, they gasped at the sight before them. Rora was lying on her bed; bruised and had some cuts and her right cheek had a large red handprint, which was swollen. They saw Melody crying and Shadow trying to comfort her. Jareth: But the dog just couldn't get a limb around her. They ran in and Md. Mme. Giry immediately called for the doctor. Meg ran to Melody and took her in her arms, comforting the crying child. Minutes later, the doctor, Dc. *Everyone stares* Sai: So...chick doesn't know a single appropriate abbreviation, does she? Remus: No. Steve Grey Mac: We need to send this girl to a French name database. ASAP. All: Agreed. came in with his doctor's suit Justin: Then what was he wearing? Mac: He was naked? Remus: Heh. The naked doctor. Too bad we don't have House here. Sai: It might've given him an idea. and bag. He was a kind and trustworthy friend of the Giry's. He had short sandy-blonde hair that had some grey in it. He had kind and wise brown eyes and was clean-shaven. Sai: His name is also probably a blatant homage to Grey's Anatomy. Mac: From what I hear, then, he'll probably give an annoying monologue while examining her. Once his eyes laid on Rora, he immediately Jareth: Fell in love with her. went to work. After what felt like hours, but was only minutes, he finished. He had bandaged her cuts and put ointments on her bruises. He then checked to see if she had a concussion. While he did this, Md. Mme. Giry noticed a look he had in his eyes. It was one of *Sai, Remus and Jareth open their mouths. Mackenzie throws the beach ball at their heads.* Mac: Don't say a word. concern and knowing. After his assessment, he asked Md. Mme. Giry if he could talk to her alone. She complied. She quickly looked over to the mirror, feeling that Erik was behind it and he was. Jareth: He really was! (This isn't part of the Flashback!) Mac: Well, you wouldn't have this problem if you didn't do these flashbacks! Sai: Point Mac. Erik was watching behind the mirror as the doctor looked over Rora. Justin: Why isn't this in the flashback? Mac: Because even though Phantom's Ange writes like it's third person omniscient she's aiming for third person limited omniscient and so the flashback is only from Mme. Giry's perspective. Justin: Oh. Even though he knew Dr. Grey, he still felt uncomfortable him looking her over. Remus: That's just borderline unnatural obsession. Sai: Is there a natural obsession? Jareth: Mackenzie's grammar Nazism? He watched over Rora, whom was unconscious. He felt his heart constrict at her appearance. The bruises were now more noticeable and the red handprint on her right cheek was redder. He felt anger well in and growled, trying to frighten the bruises and the handprint away, yet they didn't. *Everyone begins to toss around the beach ball to avoid the sheer stupidity of it all.* His eyes found the distraught Melody whom was crying in Meg's arms. He wanted to the one comforting her, but felt grateful that she had Meg. He watched as the doctor finish his examination and then he, along with Md. Mme. Giry walked out of the room. All: BYE! (Now here's where the flashback continues) Jareth: Oh. This thing. Right. Outside of the room, Steve *Mac and Sai hold back laughter.* Jareth: What? Mac: I dunno¡I guess we just find¡ Sai: ¡find the name Steve funny. Mac: Especially for a French doctor. was talking to Md. Mme. Giry. "I'm afraid, Antoinette," he said. "That Miss Aurora was assaulted." Justin: A blind person could see that. Antoinette gasped. 'Was she..." Remus (Cooper): Down there isn¡¯t my area. "It seemed that someone had tried," Steve said. "But failed." "Thank god," she said. Mac: Capital "G" people! "Do you know who it was?" Sai (Dr. Grey): Yes. I'm psychic. Jareth: Point Sai. "No," Steve said. "Do you know anyone who would?" Antoinette then began to think. Something then clicked in her mind. She covered her mouth. "Not that I know of, but I have seen our patron eyeing her." Steve looked at her baffled. "What?" "Our new patron, Mr. Damian Steele" She began. "Ahh, yes," Steve said. Justin (Dr. Grey): Because I know everything that happens in this opera house. Sai: Point Justin. "I've noticed the way he has been watching and acting around Aurora," Antoinette said. Remus: Even though they've only met once! "Every time she's in the same room as he, he looks at her with desire and lust. It worries me." "Hmm," Steve said. "That's a problem." "What shall I do?" "I don't know." After that, Steve big Antoinette goodbye and left because he had another appointment. Md. Mme. Giry walked back into the room. Jareth: Fascinating. &Flashback& Mac: End scene. It has been a week and Rora was feeling a lot better. She still had a few bruises that were noticeable, but not very much. She was able to return to practice, but only for a short while. She was quite bored while she recuperated, but was overjoyed that Melody kept her company. Jareth: Well, where else was the kid going to go? You're her mother and the others are incompetent fools when it comes to watching kids. Sometimes after practice, Damian would come attempted to converse with her, and when she saw him, she'd tremble with fear and her eyes would widen in terror. And then she'd quickly excuse herself and quickly leave. He had said he was sorry, but she knew he wasn't. She could see it in his eyes. Mac: There's a song cue but I can't decide what it should be! JUSTIN,help? Justin: I'm just as lost as you. She had told them what had happened on the roof. Both Meg and Antoinette couldn't blame her. Sai: But what about Jessie? Mac: You know, I don't even know what Jessie's part of this story is. I mean, if she were created to be Aurora's best friend because Meg was still attached to Christine, I would understand it. And there's not even a viable romantic partner out there for her. I don't get it. Remus: It's nearing finals, isn't it? Mac: Believe or not, this is my new stress ball. And then she told them of her savior and the vague description and saw both go rigid. Justin: Wait a minute. Didn't we do this in the beginning of the chapter? Quatre: I thought I had a feeling of deja vu. She had asked what was wrong, but they didn't answer. She went to ask more, but one look from Antoinette, Mac: One, misplaced comma. Two, please continue to use Antoinette. It would ease my anger over the Md. thing. Quatre: Is Antoinette her name? Mac: Yes. quickly silenced her. Melody was introduced to Mr. Damian Steele and instantly disliked him. She had a sixth sense *All facepalm* Jareth: Didn't Mom tell her about how freaked out Damian made her feel? Mac: Yep. I don't think Angey realizes how impressionable young children are. that told her that the air surrounding Damian was greed, cruelty, lust and desire. But with Erik she felt pain, loneliness, heartache, longing for love, protection, comfort, and the smallest ounce of love that she felt was increasing. She knew the growing love radiating from was for both her and her mother. Jareth: She's a special child! Mac: Quick! Get Buddy on the line--he'll have a joke for that! *Standing by for Buddy's joke* Buddy *pulling blanket up to chin*: I see dead canon... Sai: Point Buddy! When Damian tried to befriend her, she would pay no attention to him. Even Shadow kept his distance. He could feel and see the hunger and craving radiating off him for her. He didn't like it one bit. *Justin hurls the beach ball at the screen. It bounces back.* Sai: If that honestly worked, don't you think we would've tried that already? With Erik, he felt the difference. Erik held protection, warmth, love, and tenderness. He knew he could trust Erik with both Melody and his mistress. All: We get it, Erik is better than Damian. MOVE ON! It was now practice and both Giry sisters and Rora were practicing extremely hard. Carlotta was practicing twirling. Sai: Even after all those years she still could not master turning herself in a complete circle. Mac: Point Sai. She looked over to Meg and Rora and smiled. "If little Miss ¡°perfect¡± to have an "accident", then I can be Prima Donna once again!!" Mac: I think there's a verb missing somewhere. she thought evilly. She twirled intentionally towards the two and ¡°bumped¡± into Rora, making all three fall. All: Whoops. ¡"Tu salope et ordure (You bitch and filth!!)" Mac: She got "bitch" right though slightly off on "filth." The one she used would be translated most likely as "skank." Also, there's a verb missing. Where is "es"? Remus: Wait, this is supposedly set in France, so wouldn't they have been speaking in French to begin with? Mac: Angey's probably showing she can use an online translator. Remus: Ahh. Carlotta yelled, slapping Rora, gaining gasps and murmurs. Mac: Okay, you know what? Carlotta is a lot smarter and more devious than THAT! Jareth: I'll say. Justin: Please. Most soap opera characters are smarter and more devious than THAT! Sai: Point Justin. Al three was stunned by Carlotta's action. Rora held her stinging cheek, tears welling up. "CARLOTTA!!" Antoinette yelled, walking towards the three. "Practice is over!!" Sai: If Antoinette is the ballet mistress, wouldn't she only have control of the ballet corps? Remus: You're using logic again. Sai: Right. Sorry. All the others stopped and watched what was to happen. All: FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! The three stood up. Carlotta looked over to the two and gave Rora a conceited look that said, "You're finished!" All: Idiot. "Carlotta, why did you bump into Jessie, Meg and Aurora?" Antoinette asked. "It was an accident, Md. Mme. Giry," she alleged. "No it wasn't, mother!" Meg retorted. "She deliberately bumped into us." Jessie replied. Carlotta glared at the sisters. "You impudent tramps!" *Mackenzie claps.* Everyone gasped, but mostly Antoinette, her daughters, Rora, Damian, and the managers. Quatre: Isn't that everyone? Mac: Pretty much. Jessie had tears in her eyes and Meg went to her side to console her. Antoinette laid her hand over her mouth, her eyes held both shock and upset. Erik was watching the practice he had seen Carlotta look at Rora with emotionless eyes. "Why is she looking at Rora that way? What she thinking?" he thought. Mac: Why can't the SKIP button light up for these sections? His eyes then widened when he saw Carlotta purposely hit both Rora and Meg. "She didn't just do what I saw her do!" He couldn't believe it! Carlotta called Rora a bitch and filth and then had the nerve to slap her on the same cheek as Damian had. The rage that was in him had just doubled. Jareth: Killing spree! Where's Erik's not-so-secret stash of popcorn? He was ready to go and kill Carlotta for harming Aurora, but he stopped himself. All: NO! Mac: Well, it's not like he's going to be killing a Mary Sue. He'll be killing a terribly vilified canon character. If he killed Carlotta, then there would be no way for Aurora to fall in love with him. Mac: It would be a mercy killing. Justin: She may love you for it more. "I can't start killing again," he thought. "If I want Aurora to fall for me willingly, I have to go at a different approach. And not do what I did with Christine." Justin: At least he learned his lesson. Erik: But now I'm boring! Mac: ERIK! *Erik covers her mouth and disappears back into the shadows.* Sai: Where did he go? *They hear banging on door* He was already falling for her and even though his heart had been broken and it took 3 years to piece them back together, he felt in his heart that Aurora was different and this made him smile and his heart fluttered with anticipation. Remus: Run on sentences hurt. If he were going to win her heart, he would have to let her come to him and not put a magic spell on her. He shook his head when the reminder that Carlotta had slapped Rora, an idea formed in his mind. He would have revenge for Aurora! All except Justin: Oh no... He then heard Carlotta call the Giry sisters tramps and he as about to yell, but Rora beat her to it. He was so proud of her. He then watched what would happen next. Justin: Oh, something new. Jareth: Maybe. "Carlotta!!" Md. Mme. Giry yelled. "What?"she asked emotionlessly. "How dare you call my daughters that?!" Md. Mme. Giry said. "That's what they are, Md. Mme. Giry," Carlotta said. Her anger was blinding her. Sai: That's actually the Suethor's stupidity. "No, they aren't!" Rora retorted. Everyone looked at her. "They're both the kindest and gentlest women I've ever met, including Md. Mme. Giry!" All four Giry's smiled at her. *Everyone counts.* Mac: Okay, I give up. Who is the fourth Giry? Antoinette then thought of why Carlotta had slapped Aurora. "Why did you slap Aurora for, Carlotta?" Mac: For would not need to be using. Sai (Carlotta): Cause she's the Sue. Do I need any other reason? Carlotta looked at Antoinette. "I slapped her because she stole what rightfully belongs to ME!" "And what that might be?" she asked, knowing what she meant. "She stole my position as Prima Donna of this Opera House!!" Carlotta yelled. "It belongs to me and only me!" Quatre: Anyone else picturing her throwing a tantrum like a three-years-old. *Everyone raises their hands.* "Carlotta," Antoinette reasoned, "you need to let go of this hatred towards Aurora and her daughter. They haven't done anything wrong to you." "I will never let this go!" Carlotta yelled, pointing her finger at Aurora. "I'll make sure she and her that disgusting daughter of hers is kicked out and are put on the street as the rats they are!!" Mac: WILL YOU STOP ABUSING THE POOR EXCLAMATION POINT, PLEASE? "Miss Carlotta," Mr. Firmin said. "I advise that you will refrain yourself from laying a hand on both Miss Giry's and Miss Stephens. Mac: MADE--oh, screw it. I give up. *Sai pats her hand* "If you lay a hand on them again, you will be thrown out of this Opera House." Andre said. Carlotta looked at the managers and gaped at them. "You can't do that!! I am the House!!" House: No, I AM the House. Don't make me come after you with my cane! Mac: How can you all get in and we can't get out? House: Erik's secret passage way. I'd show you but then he'd kill me. She stomped her feet and left to go to her room. Rora felt tears well in her. Both sisters tried to comfort her, but to no veil. *All hold in laughter.* Mac: The word *snort* is *giggle* avail. She kindly excused herself and walked to her room. She never knew two people were following her. *Remus and Jareth whistle innocently.* As Carlotta left to go to her room, a cold and menacing voice stopped her in her tracks. "I advise that you do not harm the Giry sisters or Miss Stephens," she heard his voce all round. "If I see you do harm to either them or Miss Stephens daughter, there will dire consequences." Carlotta sneered. Mac: Seriously, this is the guy who killed your lover. I think you would be a bit more frightened. "What will be these "dire consequences¡"," she sneered. "Will you scare me?" She then suddenly felt herself beginning to gasp for air. She grabbed what she knew was the Punjab lasso. Justin: Hand at the level of your eyes. "No," hissed the voice next to her ear. "I will kill you. Consider this a warning, La Carlotta." She then felt the Punjab loosen and the cold air wisp around her. She looked around for what she was the Opera Ghost and saw nothing. She caressed her sore and dry throat. "I have no shame in ridding MY Opera House of you." Quatre: Raid. For insects and pesky divas. And then he was gone. Carlotta shuddered with the threat and knew that he was serious. She started to walk on 'til she came to her room. She began to open the door when... "I'd advise that you don't open your door." "And why is that?" Carlotta asked. No reply. Mac: Oh Joe Jonas, it's going to be a bucket of something. *Buries head in her hands.* I can't watch. She shrugged her shoulders, shrugging the warning off. When she opened her door... Jareth: I jumped out at her and took her far away from the badfic. (Phantom's Ange: Should I stop here? Reviewers: NNNNOOOOOOO!!! Sporkers: YYYYEEESSSS!!! Phantom's Ange: All right!!) Mac: Oh, man. Sai: Um, Mac? Don't look down. ↓ ↓ Mac: Oh. The arrows are back. *Screams* ↓ ↓ ↓ Quatre: What do you think the Suethors are trying to say this time around? ↓ ↓ ↓ Sai: Liek omg, Legolas is soooooo hawt!11! Remus: Liek omg, so is Erik! LOLWTFBBQ! ↓ ↓ ↓ Justin: This is getting ridiculous. ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ Mac: Okay, you know what let’s get the scene where Carlotta gets paint dumped on her over with, Phantom’s Ange. We know that’s going to happen because you Suethors all think alike and are immature enough to think that’s “evil.” ↓ ↓ Sai: Point Mac. ↓ ↓ SPALAP!!!!! Justin: Nice sound effect. Not. Carlotta shrieked as a bucket full of white paint dumped on her. Mac: Told you. Justin: It would've been better if it had been blood a la "Carrie." Mac: I don't think the Sue would've heard about the movie. But Point Justin. Everyone came running to see what the noise was and when they did, everyone busted out laughing. Her dress, as well as her was all white. She looked like a ghost! She gasped. She pointed an accusing finger at Rora. "YOU'LL pay for this!!" she spat. "I swear!!!" And then ran into her room, slamming the door. Remus: Five. Five exclamation points in that little threat. Quatre: They are hurting. We should take away Phantom's Ange's exclamation point key. Everyone soon cleared and went back to their jobs. Rora stood there with both Meg and Antoinette. "I will warn you not to go anywhere near Carlotta for a few days, Rora," Md. Mme. Giry warned. Mac: Dear Suethor, please pick a name and stick to calling her that. Thanks. "Yes, Madame," she said. Justin: And end scene! Sai: Not just yet. TBC Justin: Now? Sai: Now. *Doors open as Death Eaters rush in looking for Erik.* Mac: You couldn't get in before? Lucius: No, to prevent escape, Lord Voldemort has charmed both sides of the door. 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You are the music while the music lasts--T.S. Eliot "Stop the damn texting and pick up a book!"--Grandmama, "The Addams Family" (Musical) "Tomorrow will be better for as long as America keeps alive the ideals of freedom and a better life." —Walt Disney "I wake in the loneliness of sunrise When the deep purple heaven turns blue And start to pray As I pray each day That I’ll hear some word from you I lie in the loneliness of evening Looking out on a silver-flaked sea And ask the moon Oh how soon, how soon Will my love come home to me"--"Loneliness of Evening," Cinderella "Thank you, Lord You have brought us Safe to shore Be our strength and protection ever more. A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire"--Heartland, as performed by Celtic Thunder I'm writing a novel! A Guide to Fanfiction for Dummies! My Little Corner I'm on Book Country! | |
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| MackenzieW | Aug 6 2008, 02:20 AM Post #10 |
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"Dear Angey, Child abuse is NOTHING SERIOUS? Love, Us." *Sporkers enter* Sai: And still no Erik. Mac: Nope. Voldemort: Here’s the sporker. Gotta go! Jareth: Was steam coming out of his ears? *A tall woman dressed in black is shoved in. She turns and everyone sees she is green.* Mac: Elphaba. Welcome. *Elphaba takes a seat and a packet* Mac: Faust & Quatre: I thought they were doing Hannibal? AN: Thank you all for being patient with me and my story. So as promised, the REAL Chapter 10!! Jareth: As opposed to the fake Chapter 10? Mac: She probably put up an illegal Author’s Note but to save herself from being reported, stuck a preview of some sort. Jareth: Oh. Warning: Child abuse is mentioned, but nothing too serious. Mac: Just freakin’ CHILD ABUSE! A month has passed and as instructed by Md. Mme. Giry, Rora avoided Carlotta. A new opera was to be played within the next week called Faust Mac: Faust was originally played in 1859, a good decade before this story. and Aurora got the lead Jareth: She was playing Faust? Quatre: Now that was revolutionary! with Tony Jenkins as her co-star. Sai: Why can’t she look up real French names? As she, along with the ballet rats and the chorus warmed up, she could sense eyes on her and she looked around to see Damian studying her. She then noticed a bruise that was in the shape of a rope on his neck. “How did he get a bruise on his neck?” she thought. She then remembered a month ago when he attacked her and her savior. Mac: And he is still bruised? “The person who saved me must have tried to strangle him.” she realized. After this, she was called to rehearse her lines. The night of Faust was here and everyone was getting ready. Rora was dressed in her costume with both Melody and Shadow at her side. “Good luck, mommy,” Melody whispered. Elphaba: Aww, I think I’m going to be sick. Quatre: Just wait. It gets worse. Rora looked down at her daughter and gave her a kiss on her head. “Thanks, sweety.” Monsieur Reyer began the music and that signaled that the opera had begun. The cast that was doing Act 1 went on stage and did their bit. Elphaba: Sounds like they are doing a comedy act, not an opera. Mac: Point Elphaba. Soon, it was time for Rora and gave one last kiss. “Stay nearby where either I or Md. Mme. Giry can see you.” And she went on stage, beginning to sing her part with her heart and soul. Jareth: As opposed to her brains and stomach. Sai: Point Jareth. Melody beamed as her mother sang. Every time her mother opened her mouth, it was heaven. Melody saw something move in the corner of her eyes and turned, seeing Damian watching her mother and he then walked on. Elphaba: On to what? Mac: I think she meant he walked on like in onward. She had the vaguest suspicion that he was up to no good so she began following him, being mindful to stay out of sight. Sai: This can’t be good. Mac: This child has a tendency to walk off. They soon reached his office and she crouched down so he wouldn’t see her and watched him opening and closing his door. Elphaba: Why is he doing that? Sai: We actually lit his trash on fire in hopes it would scare out the Mary Sue. He’s trying to wave the smoke away. What he didn’t know was that there was a crack so Melody could peek inside. She stayed low and looked in. Damian sat in his chair and thought of Rora while messaging his neck, still feeling the touch of the Phantom’s noose around his neck. “Damn that Phantom!” he hissed, slamming his fist on his desk. “Damn him!” He then took out a picture of Rora and began to stroke her cheek. Remus: Err, where did he get a picture of her from? Sai: Isn’t photography still relatively new? Mac: Yeah, but since it’s taken months to put up this production—meaning that our Suethor has no clue about performing, shocker—I’ll just say the managers liked her so much they decided to get her picture taken. Remus: BSing…definitely finals time. “Oh, my love,” he cooed. “You’re so beautiful and so mine!” Elphaba: You are so an idiot! Mac: Point Elphaba. He then looked at the wall. “No one will have her…. no one but me!” He heard a light gasp and turned his eyes to his door, but saw no one. He shrugged it off. “Oh, what I intend to do is kill that bastard child of hers, Melody, since I don’t want Aurora to carry another’s child except mine and say that Melody had an accident. She’ll grieve for her daughter and will seek comfort and I will be the one that she will come to. Once she’s my wife, I intend to take her every night and make her do my bidding, whatever they are. And if she doesn’t obey me, there will severe consequences.” Quatre: She has taken this guy beyond evil into the realm of just ridiculous. Mac: Even melodramatic villains are laughing at this guy. Remus: Honestly, who talks about that outloud? “NO!!!” came a cry and he turned to see Melody standing in the door, tears leaking from her eyes, yet she was angered. “I won’t let you do that to my mommy!!” Elphaba (Melody): Let’s just forget about the fact you want to kill me. I won’t let you marry my mother! “Oh?” he asked. “How are you going to stop me, you brat?” “Like this!!” And Melody kicked him between his legs and took off running with Damian only a few meters behind her. Mac: Of course. I mean, she only kicked air. Sai: Point Mac. Quatre: Meters? Isn’t she American according to her bio? Jareth: Probably trying to be authentic yet not realizing how far she is failing in other aspects. “Come here, you little monster!!” Damian roared, still in pain. “HELP ME!!” Melody screamed, running faster. The opera had finished Elphaba: Short show. and Erik was just leaving after he applauded with the rest of audience and threw a rose with the other flowers, he heard a sound. He shook his head and opened the secret panel in Box 5 and just started to leave when…. “HELP ME!!” Erik stopped. There was no mistaking. Someone was calling for help. He quickly rushed to the person’s aid. Mac: Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to write great operas while dealing with evil doers… All: SUPER ERIK! Melody ran as fast as she could, quickly becoming tired. She knew that she couldn’t outrun Damian. As she turned a corner, she found that she came to a dead-end. “No!!” she whimpered. “Got you now, you spoiled brat!” Melody gasped and turned to see Damian huffing and puffing with a vicious look in his eyes. She began to whimper. “There is nowhere here you can hide now, Melody.” He said as he advanced on her. Melody kept whimpering as she backed into the dark corner. Damian was inches from her and grabbed her arm, hauling her to her feet with her shrieking in fright. Jareth: Hee…shrieking Sue! “No!!” she wailed. All: Yes!! Mac: I would like to apologize to the exclamation point. Damian then began hitting her and punching her. *Silence* Elphaba: This isn’t serious? Melody cried out as she was being punched. This brought memories of beatings she got whenever she broke something. *Quatre, Sai and Mac cover their eyes. Remus looks sickened, Elphaba enraged and Jareth even looks disturbed.* “No!!” she cried, feeling blood trickle down. She couldn’t fight back because she drained her energy to get away from Damian. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the pain. After what felt like forever, she was tossed to the ground, hoping he was finished but then felt him kicking her. Remus: Light up damn button! *Points to SKIP key* “You’re a revolting child!!” Damian yelled. “You’re a mistake and I bet Aurora doesn’t really love you.” She screamed out in pain as she felt him continue kicking her. Elphaba: Join the club honey. Jareth: I would like to apologize for the comment I made earlier. Shriek, little Sue, shriek! She felt her heart shatter as she listened to his words. Did her mother loathe and think she was a mistake? Did she not love her? These thought ran through her mind as she was beaten. She cried out, hoping someone would hear her cries for help. Mac: You know, I take back the part of Super Erik being faster than a speeding bullet—he’s slower than a snail. As she felt another blow and awaited another, a roar came from behind her and she opened her eyes slightly to see a form standing in front of her. The creature was too dark for her to see who it was and she then felt herself being gently picked up and cradled against a chest. All: Aww. She cried and whimpered in pain from her injures. The person who held her set her down gently against the wall. Her head lied limply on her left shoulder and then felt something wet touch her cheek. She whimpered again, moving away. She felt the same wet thing lick her and cried out as it made contact with a scrape. She then began to shiver from the cold and then felt something warm and furry gently lay on her. She opened her eyes and saw warm amber eyes looking down at her worriedly. “A-A-Alexia?” Melody whimpered. Quatre: The dog to the rescue! For it was Alexia that stood before her, gazing at her with worried eyes. Alexia yelped and laid gently on Melody, keeping her warm. Melody then turned her attention to Damian and saw… “Erik.” She sighed happily. Elphaba: We knew that, though. Mac: I’m just glad she didn’t use those ridiculous arrows again. Quatre: Must not have any secret messages this chapter. Ever since she left his side, every time she walked through the Opera House, she hoped to get a glimpse of her hero, but didn't and this made her miserable. Like her encounter with him and her time in his home was a dream, but he was here now and not a dream but very real and he saved her again. All: Huh? Mac: Let’s say the beating clouded her thoughts. Erik looked fiercely at Damian, holding his blade in his hand, standing just a few feet in front of both Alexia and Melody. “How dare you lay a hand on Melody?!” he growled. “I should have killed you when I had the chance, monsieur.” Damian grinned evilly. “I guess you should have, La Phantom.” *All laugh* Jareth: Erik is now a girl! Erik growled and tightened his grip on his sword. Damian then lashed out and Erik blocked his attack with his defense. This went on for a few moments until they were facing each other. Erik then punched Damian and he cried out, turning away from Erik. Erik thought that this was a good time to leave. He hit Damian with the hilt of sword and Damian fell on his back. All: Boring. Erik had the urge to end his life, but fought against it. Sai: No one likes anyone who would beat up a little kid. Jareth: Hint, hint, Gerik. He sheathed his sword and ran to Melody, who was sleeping now. Alexia slowly got off her and Melody whimpered from the loss of heat, but snuggled close to Erik’s chest as soon as he picked her up. He wrapped his cloak around her and headed to his home, intending on caring for her wounds. Elphaba: Yay? The Lair Quatre: Bu-dunk! As soon as they reached the lair, Erik quickly ran to the room with the swan bed that he dubbed as Melody’s room and gently set her on the bed and began tending to her injuries. During this, Melody made whimpering noises whenever Erik touched a bruise that was now showing. Erik growled. Melody looked like she did when they first met. Sai: Maybe it’s you? He sighed and finished bandaging her. As he collected all the materials he used, Melody began to wake. She groaned and leisurely opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the light. She went to move, but a gentle hand prevented her. “You need to rest, Melody.” came a soothing voice that was all too familiar to her. “Ewik.” She called softly. Elphaba: She has a lisp? Mac: Told you it got worse. She looked up and saw the half-masked man she came to love and think of as her father Jareth: You’ve only met the man twice. Mac: He isn’t beating her. Jareth: This is true. smile warmly at her and gently caress her hair. “I am here, Melody.” He spoke. “Are you feeling better?” “A little.” She answered. Erik then gently picked her up and then set her gently on the silk pillows and covered her. He then sat on her right, gazing at her worriedly. “What happened, Ewik?” Quatre: Why don’t we leave it at some very bad things? “What do you remember?” he asked. “I…. I remember hearing Mr. Steelé saying what he was going to do to mommy and I.” Mac: Okay, the girl probably is suffering some PTSD or retrograde amnesia…let’s not have her relive the experience until we get a child shrink in her, m’kay? “What did he say?” He saw tears well in her eyes and gently took her fragile hand in his. “I know it will be hard for you to tell me, but you must tell me, Melody or I won’t be able to protect you and your mother.” All: Liar. Elphaba: You’re Super Erik, remember? Melody looked at him and knew he was right. “He said he was going to kill me. That I was a bastard child and that he didn’t want mommy to carry anyone’s child but his. And that I had an accident and that mommy will grieve for me and that mommy will seek comfort and he’ll be the one she will come to.” Remus: You know, that’s a lot for a little child who has just been beaten to remember. By now, she could feel Erik become angered by the look in his eyes. She began to quiver with fright and Erik, seeing this, calmed and gently brought her into his arms, wrapping his arms around her trembling form. Melody clung to him, seeking comfort and began to sob. She felt Erik begin to make soothing noises and he stroked her back, being mindful of her cuts and bruises. “Please, Melody,” Erik spoke. “Continue.” After a few sniffles, Melody continued. “He then said that once mommy was his wife, he intended on taking her every night,” Erik felt his blood boil. He knew what Damian meant by “taking her” and he shuddered with the thought of Damian touching Rora like that. Mac: I shudder at the thought of badly written sex scenes. Remus: Oh, now you put the thought into my head. Quatre (to Elphaba): Those are the scenes I’m not allowed to read. “He then said that he would make her do his bidding, whatever they were and if she didn’t obey him, there would be serve punishment.” Melody looked up at him. “What did he mean by “taking her”, Erik?” she asked innocently. “I think that will be discussed another time,” Erik said. “Now its time for you to rest and regain your strength.” Jareth: About time. Erik then gently set her back on the bed and re-covered her. As he began to stand, her hand clamped onto his wrist and looked at her. “Please,” she whimpered. “Don’t go.” Erik knew that she was frightened that Damian would come for her even though he didn’t know where they were. He smiled and agreed. He took off his vest and shoes and got in, gently wrapping his arms around Melody. All: Aww…? She snuggled close to him, wanting to feel his presence and warmth and when she was certain he wouldn’t disappear, she fell asleep with Erik following her. A few minutes later, Alexia came strolling in and saw her master and pup Mac: Do you think animals think that way? Elphaba: Yes. Mac: Lower case “a.” Elphaba: Oh. Then probably not. sleeping and climbed on the end and followed them. All: Aww…it’s over. Elphaba: Really? Sai: Almost… TBC Sai: Now it’s over! *All leave* |
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You are the music while the music lasts--T.S. Eliot "Stop the damn texting and pick up a book!"--Grandmama, "The Addams Family" (Musical) "Tomorrow will be better for as long as America keeps alive the ideals of freedom and a better life." —Walt Disney "I wake in the loneliness of sunrise When the deep purple heaven turns blue And start to pray As I pray each day That I’ll hear some word from you I lie in the loneliness of evening Looking out on a silver-flaked sea And ask the moon Oh how soon, how soon Will my love come home to me"--"Loneliness of Evening," Cinderella "Thank you, Lord You have brought us Safe to shore Be our strength and protection ever more. A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire"--Heartland, as performed by Celtic Thunder I'm writing a novel! A Guide to Fanfiction for Dummies! My Little Corner I'm on Book Country! | |
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| MackenzieW | Aug 6 2008, 09:16 PM Post #11 |
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Resident Time Lady
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"Erik and Sue Finally Meet. Oh, and Melody May Be Sick or Something..." *All return, beach ball in place. Someone is waiting for them, a tall brooding man, greasy black hair, hooked nosy, long black robes and a facial expression like something just died underneath his nose. He is in the traditional third row, a ten seater, in the sixth seat.* Jareth: You’re in my seat. Remus: Hello, Severus. Snape: Lupin. I didn’t know we had assigned seats. Mac: When you do this long enough, you do. You’ll be in Erik’s seat, in between Jareth and Remus. *Snape watches Jareth sit down, Remus leave an open seat, Sai sit down next, followed by Mackenzie and lastly Quatre. He finally sits down. Mac hands him a packet.* Mac: Okay onto Chapter 11… Remus: We’ve sporked 11 chapters of this? Quatre: And Erik ran out after 3. Jareth: He’s sporking the next one by himself. Sai: He is making up for it, even if Voldy doesn’t know. Mac: Can I continue? Fever & Meeting the Phantom. AN: The fever idea came from my very good friend, Kaya Nah. Thank you. Jareth: Now you must die. Sai: We already have a list to rival Santa’s. The next morning Erik awoke to feeling something hot and turned to see Melody panting and gasping. He touched her head and took his hand away for her forehead was burning!! Mac: Running count of extra exclamation points: 1 He quickly moved off the bed and grabbed a cloth, soaking it in cold water and applied it to her head, hoping that it would cool her. He then set to cool the rest of her body by filling the tub in the bathroom with cold water. Mac: Actually, you don’t. You use lukewarm water. Cold water will cause the body temp to rise. Snape: Why does she have a fever? Jareth: Because the newest member of our hit list suggested it. He then ran to Melody’s room and took her shaking form and gently set her in the cold water. When she touched the water, she whimpered and tried to move away, Sai: Smart child! but Erik kept hold on her. Sai: Dumb man. And when she was finally submerged in the water, Erik gently caressed her. “I know you want to get out, Melody,” he said. “But I need to get the fever down and the only way is to cool your whole body.” Quatre: Is a fever that dangerous? Snape: Depends on how hot the fever is. Melody whimpered some more and Erik began singing to calm her. Jareth: Please don’t tell me we’ll have to put up with it. Remus: SKIP isn’t lighting up. Mac: We’re in the clear. After a few minutes in the water, Erik touched her skin and saw that it wasn’t as hot as before so he decided to take her out. He gently lifted her and laid her on the floor and wrapped a thin towel around her. He then went to her room and re-dressed her, getting her into some warmer clothes, but not too warm and covered her up. Sai: How about giving her some liquids while you’re at it, Erik? He gazed at Melody who was slumbering and speaking incoherent words, but he caught “no, please”, “Mommy!” and “Ewik!”. Remus: Look, it’s a little lost period. Quatre: Can we adopt it? Snape: You all are insane. Erik sighed. He knew that he needed Aurora’s help. Snape: Actually get the girl’s mother is going to help? GENIUS. Dunderhead. Mac: Point Snape. He thought of going to Md. Mme. Giry, but she would be busy with the ballet rats and both her daughters would be practicing so that only left Aurora. Remus: Who…wouldn’t be practicing? He never pictured that this would be how they would meet, but he had no choice!! Snape: Do I want to know how he had hoped they would meet? Sai: Probably not. We’d probably have to kick Quatre out of the room. Mac: Extra exclamation point count: 2. Melody needed medical attention and Aurora knew her daughter better than he. All: True. He looked at Alexia and she him. Remus: I looked at Snape. Snape: And I hexed him. Mac: What, Voldy didn’t take your wand before shoving you in here? Snape: Of course…*reaches for wand, nothing* he did. Damn. “I need to get Aurora, Alexia and I want you to watch Melody very carefully.” Snape: The animal understands him. Quatre: Suethor seems to think so. Alexia barked and Erik patted her, grabbing his cloak and hurried to Aurora. Others: Super Erik, away! *Imitate flying noises. Snape merely lifts an eye brow.* After the Show the Previous night Quatre: Does this get a bu-dunk? Mac: I don’t think so, sweetie. Snape: Can’t the Suethor write a good transition? Others: No. Snape: Fail. After the show ended, she looked to her right and only saw Shadow. Quatre: Wonder why such a faithful dog didn’t follow Melody last time? Mac: Because it mysteriously disappeared the last time it did so? Remus: Point Mac. Her eyes widened in fear and she looked at her other side, hoping Melody was there, but no. She asked him and he shook his head. Remus: Asked who? Mac: Probably the dog. Snape: A dog is not the same as a human being, you idiotic, pathetic excuse *continues on in same fashion* She called her name a few times and saw both Giry sisters. After being congratulated, she finally found them. *Everyone stares at these sentences. Crickets chirp.* “Meg, Jessie,” she gasped. “Have you seen Melody?” “Sorry, Rora,” Meg said. “We haven’t.” Jessie said. “Why?” “She’s missing!!” Mac: Extra exclamation point count: 3 Rora cried and the Giry sisters gasped. “I told her to stay where either I or you and Md. Giry Remus: Someone. could see her. Snape: She should’ve just locked her in the room. When the opera was over, I looked over to where she was and she was gone!!” Mac: Extra exclamation point count: 4. Rora began crying in her hands and both Giry sisters bwgan *All laugh.* to console her. “Maybe she was exhausted today and wanted sleep.” Meg said. “Yes,” Jessie added. “That may have been it.” “But,” Rora said, looking up at the sisters. “I told her not to leave.” Snape: Like children listen? Sai: Especially Sue children. Mac: Shared point Snape and Sai. “Come,” Meg said. “We must find Maman.” Just as they began to find Md. Mme. Giry, she came walking by. Quatre: How convenient. “Mama?” both sisters called. “Yes?” “Have you seen Melody?” Jessie spoke since Rora was crying. “No. Why?” “She’s missing.” Meg spoke calmly, even though inside she was crying. *Everyone laughs.* “We can’t seem to find her, Maman.” Remus: Never fear--*whips out magnifying glass and pipe* I, Sherlock Holmes, will find her! (To Snape) Come, Watson. Snape: Bite me. Remus: Fine, Moriaty. (To Sai) Come, Watson! *Blows bubbles out of pipe* Sai (to Mac): I think Remus needs a vacation. “Oh my goodness.” Md. Mme. Giry gasped. “Come all three of you, including you, Shadow.” Sai (Shadow): No, I’m good here. Thanks anyway! All four followed Md. Mme. Giry and went to her room. Once there, Md. Mme. Giry began questioning Rora. Quatre: Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar? Remus: Who put the bop in the bop-sho-bop-bop? Jareth: Who put the ram in the ram-a-lam-a-ding-dong? Mac: Are you now or have you ever been a card-carrying member of the Communist party? “Where did you last see her?” “Right before I went on stage.” She answered. “And you didn’t see her after?” Snape (Rora): Yes, I just decided to say she was missing for the hell of it. Mac: Point Snape and (a la Bill Engvall) Here’s your sign. “No!” she began to weep and both sisters were on either side, consoling her while Shadow laid his head in her lap. Md. Mme. Giry gently grasped her hand and squeezed it. “Do not worry, Aurora,” she soothed. “Maybe she became tired and went to bed. “Yes,” Jessie exclaimed. “I implied that she may have been tired and desired sleep.” Quatre: Actually, Meg said that. And she didn’t imply it, she flat out said it! “But like I said before, when I got back, she wasn’t there!!” Mac: Extra exclamation point count: 5 Rora cried, weeping harder. Md. Mme. Giry sighed and took her in her motherly embrace. “Shh,” Rora wept for ten minutes until she couldn’t. Snape: Thank you. My life is now complete knowing this thing… Quatre: Sue. Snape: Yes. That she cried for ten minutes. Oh joy, oh rapture! “Why don’t you go get cleaned up and go to bed?” Md. Mme. Giry said. “In the morning, we will search for Melody.” Remus: Call me crazy, but shouldn’t they KEEP looking for her? Mac: Plot convenience. Phantom’s Ange isn’t creative enough to come up with her own way for Gerik to talk to the Sue about her spawn except through the mirror in her room. Sai: Point Mac. Rora concurred and allowed both Meg and Jessie lead her to her room where she got cleaned and promptly fell asleep once her head hit the pillow. Now Mac: I really want to hurt something. Rora paced in her room, concerned and angered. She had just returned with the search party and they hadn’t found Melody!! Quatre: Oh noes! Mac: Extra exclamation point count: 6. She couldn’t believe Melody disobeyed her!!! Others: Seriously? Mac: Extra exclamation point count: 8. She took in deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves. Once Melody was safe, she’d lecture her and didn’t want to frighten her child. “Where are you, Melody?” As she paced, a voice called out: “Calm yourself, Aurora.” came the rich velvety voice and Rora felt shivers run down her spine at the intensity of the voice. Snape: This isn’t a time to have an--*Mac clamps hand over his mouth.* Mac: Not in front of Quatre! It held a power over her that made her nerves begin to calm down. “W-w-who are you?” she asked. Sai and Mac (Singing): Who? Who? Who are you? Who? Who? Who? “My dear,” chuckled the voice. “I thought you would know by now.” Snape: Apparently, you overestimated her intelligence. Sai: Point Snape. “No, I don’t,” she said. She then heard the voice sing: Jareth: SKIP? Mac: No, it’s only two lines. You can spork them if you want. Look at yourself in the mirror Jareth: And break it! I am there iiinnnnssssiiiiddddeeee! Jareth: Oy, writing out singing. It’s horrible. It was the same voice she heard on the rooftop!!! All: Wow. Mac: Extra exclamation point count: 10. Rora looked at her mirror and gasped. A man clad in black with only a white porcelain mask on the right side of his face was standing there before her. Remus (Rora): Peeping tom! You pervert! A mist began to leak from the mirror, surrounding her and the room and the man stepped from the mirror. Jareth (Gerik): Glad I invested in this smoke machine! Remus: Point Jareth. “Who-who are you?” she asked and then realization hit her. “You’re the Phantom of the Opera.” Quatre: dum dum DUM! “Indeed.” Erik said. “But there is no time. I must you to come with me.” Mac: What? Sai: She must her not have good grasp of English language. He held out his gloved hand. Sai: Don’t take it! It’s secretly Michael Jackson! Rora felt her nervousness change into anger. How dare this man demand that she follow him!! Mac: Extra exclamation point count: 11. “Why should I go with you?” she growled. All: Fair question. Erik sighed. He knew this might happen, though he couldn’t blame her. “Your daughter is very sick with a fever and I don’t know what to do Remus: But you are a genius. Mac: Plot convenience—dumb down Erik. and I need your help.” “Melody’s with you?!” she gasped. She then went to strike him, but he grasped her wrist tightly in his, but not hurting her. She glared at Erik. “What have you done with her?!” Mac: The exclamation point does not need to be there! Extra exclamation point count: 13. “I’ve done nothing except save her from the patron.” “What…do you mean, “saved her”?” Gertrude: Single quotation marks, you moron! Snape: I can tolerate you. Erik sighed. “Now is not the time.” He turned his back and headed to the mirror. When he didn’t hear Rora follow, he turned to see her still standing in her place. “Are you coming?” Mac (Rora): And possibly be killed, are you insane? Rora weighed her choices. This Phantom had Melody with him and she was sick. He could be a killer, but she then remembered that he said that she was sick with a fever. Jareth: The kid’s sick, we get it! Rora took a breath and hesitantly took his out-stretched hand and he began to lead her. Mac: What? No music cue? Sai: Chapter’s over. See? TBC Snape: I can get out now? Remus: Yes and don’t…*Snape runs out, shouting something about detention that night*…take it out on the students. Oh well. *Everyone leaves.* |
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| MackenzieW | Aug 7 2008, 11:14 PM Post #12 |
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"Good Jonas, Can This Chapter Get ANY Sappier?" *Sporkers return—Mackenzie has a penguin in tow.* Sai: You think Octavius is ready for this? Octavius: I am, Fish boy. Sai: Will you stop insulting me? Octavius: Oh, that’s not your real name? Sai: I hate you. Octavius: It’s because I’m a bird, isn’t it? You’re a bird hater! *A young blonde woman dressed entirely in pink stands up* Elle: Who is a bird hater? Mac: Ahh, looks like our guest sporker is Miss Woods Comma Elle. *Hands packet* Fever Breaks & Getting Acquainted. Disclaimer: I don’t own ANY PoTO characters. I just own Aurora and Melody. AN: Credit for giving me the idea of Melody having a fever goes to my friend, Kaya Nah. She's a really good friend and wonderful writer. Mac: You know, I’m really wary of recommendations from Suethors. Please check out her stories. Jareth: Let’s not and say we did, okay? Thank you so much, Kaya. This chapter is for you. Octavius: Try to contain your excitement. Erik began to lead Rora down a brightly lit corridor that had statue arms that held candleholders. Quatre: How many times are we going to have to read this description? Mac: Probably a bunch more. Suethor isn’t original enough to come up with something NOT in the movie. The light from the candles gave the corridor a warm and comforting feeling and Rora felt her nerves ease even though she was walking with Phantom. Elle: Is that his name? Or is it Erik? Jareth: It’s Erik. Suethor doesn’t really like articles. Elle: I love articles! Like, I was reading this one in Cosmo the other day and… Jareth: Why me? She didn’t know what it was, but Erik didn’t frighten her. In fact, she felt at ease. She now felt bad for accusing him of harming her child. Mac: Umm, he was a guy who first contacted you through your mirror. Jareth: Point Mac. “I’m sorry.” She whispered. Erik looked back at her. “What?” Rora gazed at him with remorseful eyes. “I’m sorry…for accusing you of harming my daughter, monsieur.” Erik gave her a smile. “I understand.” Rora felt a blush glaze her face and returned the smile and looked at him intently. “Oh?” Erik gave her a full-blown smile that made Rora’s heart both melt and flutter and fill her stomach with butterflies. Elle: This is so sweet! *Remus is handing out the sappy sickness bags.* “I would have done the same if I was you.” Rora smiled her sweet smile and it was Erik’s turn to feel his heart burst with excitement. Sai: Oh, his heart burst! Erik’s dead, Sue has no one to romance. Elle: His heart burst? Eww… No one, not even Christine gave him a smile that made his heart leap with joy and fill his stomach with butterflies. *Elle smiles as the others throw up.* As they continued, both were in their own world and Rora took the time to study Erik and realized how handsome he was. Mac: He really isn’t. He only is because the movie decided his deformity was a giant third-degree sunburn! Elle: Eww, but plastic surgery could definitely help that. His left face was flawless and his black hair slicked back. The white half-face mask gave him the mysterious and dangerous look, yet his amber eyes showed nothing but kindness. It was directed to both her and Melody. His aura sent waves of power, passion, and strength, yet there was also unhappiness and loneliness. Elle: She can see his aura? Mac: That’s nothing. You should’ve read the section of “An Elf’s Love” where Rosa’s aura and Legolas’ aura got freaky with each other. Elle: She’s disturbed. She was totally mesmerized by him. Every now and then Erik would glance her way and then back ahead of him. He felt somewhat uncomfortable that Rora was studying him, but he shook of the feeling. Right now, Melody needed her mother. They stopped for a second and Erik took a lit torch in his right hand and held Rora’s hand in his left. He then began to lead her down another lit corridor and before long; Quatre: That’s not where the semicolon goes. There is no need for a rest here. they came to a long stairwell and at the end, Rora saw a majestic black stallion all saddled. Erik led her to the horse. Remus: Still the movie? Mac: Yep. Elle: It’s called originality. Here’s some money—go buy some. Remus: Point Elle. “What next?” she asked and yelped when she felt herself being lifted and gently placed in the saddle. Sai: Why does she need to ride a horse? Quatre: Because it was in the movie, duh! She grasped the saddle, frightened of heights. She then felt Erik climb on behind her and him wrapping his arms around her, bringing her to his chest. She blushed and settled down. Elle: A cute guy obviously solves all fears. “Like this,” he whispered in her ear and then nudged the horse forward. Rora felt the animals’ powerful muscles move as they journeyed on. As they began their descent, Rora looked around, taking in the lit corridor. She had never anything like this. All: Never WHAT? “Wait ’til you see my home, mademoiselle.” Mac: FINALLY! Someone calls her “mademoiselle”! Rora blushed and looked forward and heard Erik chuckling behind her. She could feel his laughter through his vibrating chest and she soon found herself laughing with him. All you could hear throughout the corridor was their laughter. They soon reached the gondola (I don’t think I need to describe the boat), Elle: CHEATER! Jareth: I’m starting to like you. Elle: Thank you. Who does your hair and make up? Jareth: Pushing it. and Erik climbed down first and helped Rora down from the stead. Remus: Wrong one. As she was being lifted, her foot was caught in the sterup Mac: Stirrup? and Rora lost her balance and fell onto Erik's shoulder, holding onto him for dear life. Erik tightened his hold on her waist so she shouldn't fall off his shoulder. Once he freed her foot, he slid her from his shoulder and when her face was only centimeters from his, their eyes were locked. *Everyone—even Elle—reaches for more sappy sickness bags* When she was holding onto Erik from his shoulder, she had felt the muscles in his arms Sai: Seriously, when does this guy have time to work out? Remus: There must be a hidden room somewhere full of gym equipment. and knew he was quite strong to be able to hold her weight. She felt her heart flutter as she gazed at his intense molten-gold eyes. Elle: Good Jonas, is that really a real color? Is he wearing contacts? Mac: Who knows? They were a very rare color, yet they suited him. She felt herself blush and looked away. Erik on the other hand, couldn't tear his eyes from the beauty before him. With Roa being basket *Everyone laughs.* Elle: It’s basked, idiot. Even I know that and I slept through English class. in the golden light of the candleholders, she looked like a nymph. Her eyes glowed like gems in the light. When she looked away, the spell was broken and he shook his head. He then removed his hands from her waist, never seeing Rora's disappointed look. She then shook her head also. Jareth: There go the last brain cells. Mac: Point Jareth. “Are you all right?” “Yes,” she smiled. “Thank you.” Erik smiled and then took hold of her and and helped her into the gondola. “Thank you, monsieur.” Rora smiled. Erik felt himself blush, Octavius: Does everyone blush in this thing? Mac: It’s worse in her other story. but pushed it away. He then grabbed the pole and with grace, pushed off and rowed towards his home. Along the way, Rora took in the beauty of the world that lay beneath the opera. Remus (Rora): Ooh, look at all the stalagmites! Elle: What? Mac: Point Remus. She couldn’t believe such beauty was hidden and no one, with the exception of the Phantom, knew of its existence. Mac: Well, him and the mob. As they continued, Rora saw huge statues of beings that reminded her of Greek gods with their mouths opened, looking like they were yelling on every side. Quatre (Statues): GET US OUT OF THIS FIC! Remus: Point Quatre. As Erik rowed the gondola around a corner, Rora spotted a maroon curtain that was a few meters before them, hanging. It seemed like it somehow knew they were coming because it rose and as it did, Rora saw an iron gate begin to rise and another curtain behind it parted. As they entered, Rora gasped and looked around, mesmerized by the beauty of her surroundings. She saw candelabras rise from the black glossy water and lit like they were never wet. Remus: Is she still repeating the movie? Mac: Yep. Octavius: Lovely. I heard rumors of a beach ball? Elle: PARTY! They soon reached the shore of the lair and Erik took care to dock the boat gently, climbing out ahead of Rora and whisking his magnificent cape to the side. Rora’s breath was caught as she watched him. The way he moved made her think of a cat’s movement: Such Jareth: No need to capitalize that. grace, such style and alerted. He seemed to be alert to all of his surroundings and the sounds. Octavius: Well, he does live there. Aren’t you alert to everything in your house? Mac: Only if something changes. And about two weeks later. He extended his right hand to her and she stood, taking it in hers, never breaking eye contact. As she stood next to him, Erik gawked at the vision before him. With the soft candlelight glow, she looked like an oil painting. The orange color gave her a halo that took his breath away and his mouth was slightly open and his eyes were warm. Jareth: I bet that’s not all that’s warm. *Mac throws beach ball at him.* Rora blushed under his gaze and tore her eyes from him. Erik shook his head to clear his thoughts of the beauty facing him. Remus: And more brain cells bit the dust. “Come,” he said as he led her to Melody and Rora followed without question and let him lead her to her daughter. Octavius: That’s not what “follow” means? Mac: Point Octavius. As they entered the room, Erik saw Alexia come to him and petted her. “How is she, Alexia?” Alexia whimpered and looked back at Melody, who was whimpering and twisting in the sheets. Rora cried out and ran to her daughters’ Mac: You know, I’m starting to think she believes that’s how possessive forms are written. side, gently caressing her. Somehow Melody felt her and calmed down. “How long as she been like this?” Rora asked. “Since this morning,” Erik answered as he walked to Melody’s other side. Rora looked at him and then back at Melody, finally seeing the bruises and cuts. She felt her heart shatter and her breath still. “Ho-Ho-how?!” Sai (Erik): Oops, I’d hope you wouldn’t notice those. Elle: That poor girl. *Sniffles* “Our newest patron did this,” Erik growled. Rora looked at him taken aback and she could clearly hear and feel his anger towards their new patron. Elle: That’s not special. I can feel it too. “Melody overhead him in his office and fled and he pursued after her.” Erik sighed. “I didn’t see what he did, but I heard her call for help and when I arrived, Melody was lying on her side and gently hugging her stomach. I watched as Alexia,” he motioned to the golden retriever. Mac: COMMA! “Sprung Mac: LOWERCASE! in and stood before him, growling and snarling. When I gazed at Melody and she whimpering and I knew that he had been beating and kicking her.” Jareth: Super Erik’s amazing skills of the obvious strike again! Remus: Point Jareth. Rora gasped and looked at her daughter sadly. She waited for him to continue. “I gently picked her up and set her. I instructed Alexia to protect her and she did.” Rora felt tears leak from her eyes Elle: Uh oh, looks like someone needs to get her pipes checked. Jareth: Point Elle. and Erik desperately wanted to console her, but she had to know what happened. “I walked before him and demanded why he had harmed her.” Erik sighed, “and Mac: Now that should be uppercase! I then told him I should have killed him when I had the chance.” Rora gasped and recalled that night, when she was beaten by Damian and saved, All: PERIOD! Md. Mme. Giry said that she was the one who found her. Quatre: Err, I thought Mme. Giry said a random stagehand found her? Mac: Who can keep track? Quatre: True. But it wasn’t. Rora knew the person who saved her was a male. She then recalled the concerned amber-colored eyes that gazed at her before she fell unconscious. She looked to Erik and saw his eyes: the same eyes that were gazing worriedly at her daughter and she knew that it was Erik who had rescued her. Elle: Wow. Even I got that before she did. Octavius: Idiot. Elle: Me or her? Jareth: We’re not sure. “It was you, wasn’t it?” Erik looked at Rora. “Pardon.” All: QUESTION MARK! “It was you,” she gasped. “That night on the rooftop. It was you who had saved me from him.” Erik felt his breath still. He didn’t want Rora to know he had been the one that saved her from Damian. Remus: Come on, you aren’t that modest. Mac: Point Remus. He looked away and Rora knew that he was hiding something and decided to get back on the subject of her daughter. “You didn’t kill him, did you?” she asked. All: Of course not. Octavius: And lose such manufactured cliché drama? Mac: Point Octavius. “No,” Erik sighed, “But now I regret that I didn’t. I hit him with the hilt of my sword and brought Melody here, knowing she would be safe.” Erik gazed tenderly at Melody and stroked her hair. “I tended to her wounds and I found that she was feverish this morning and I knew I had to bring you down here.” Elle: For a guy, he’s very talkative. Mac: I think he’s said more in this chapter than in the movie. Rora gazed at Erik and he her. She could see love…love for Melody and she was grateful to him that he tended to her. Rora took the warm cloth from Melody’s forehead and replaced it with a cold one. Jareth: She’s just as stupid. This kid is seriously better off with me. Elle: Who are you? Jareth: You don’t want to know. “Will she be all right?” Erik asked with worry. Rora sighed. “Yes, she will. A few days of rest will do the trick.” She looked at Erik with serious eyes. “We will have to keep a close eye on her and change the rag when it gets warm with a cold one so the fever can’t return. Quatre: As if Erik didn’t already know that? Mac: Eh, we’re searching for the missing quotation marks. Erik nodded in agreement. “Thank you.” Erik looked at Rora confused. “Why are you thanking me?” She smiled at him. “For taking care of Melody.” All: Duh. Erik smiled. “If she had died, I would have too.” She sorrowfully looks at Melody. *Theater shakes as everyone throws on their helmets. Even Elle has one—in pink* Elle: So that’s what this was for. *Laughs* I thought we were going biking. “She’s all I have.” She stroked Melody’s hair once more and left the room. Erik watched Rora leave, both perplexed and confused. “What did she mean by that Melody was all she had?” Octavius: That Melody was all she had. It’s not that complicated. Remus: Parents are SO dead. he thought and decided to ask her about it. Elle: Well, that’s going to be a pleasant conversation. He stroked Melody hair once again and she sighed as she moved her head in the direction of his touch. Erik smiled and leaned down, kissing her forehead, pleased that it wasn’t as hot as before. Jareth (Erik): Fever’s breaking! They can leave soon. As he turned to leave, he saw Rora watching him attentively. Erik sighed and walked passed Rora and to his organ with her following. He sat at his organ and began scribbling. Elle: Wait, I thought he was going to ask her why she only had Melody? Remus: Another victim of Suethor inconsistency. Mac: I’m thinking Phantom’s Ange must stop for the night, come back and not read what she wrote previously. So, she forgets her idea from the previous night and then just continues with a new idea. Rora sat on a nearby chair and watched him. Elle (Rora): Well, he’s just being rude. “I can see it.” Erik stopped writing and turned to his right, looking at Rora. “See what?” All: Yeah, what? She smiled and walked over to him, not noticing that he became rigid. Octavius: Why? Mac: Well, the Phantom would have personal space issues, but he’d probably tense up. “I see that you feel affection for Melody.” Remus: A blind man can see that, Rora. Jareth: Point Remus. Erik smiled and turned to his music. “She is a very sweet and adorable child.” He sighed happily. “I must confess,” Rora looked at him. “This is not the first time Melody has met me.” Rora looked at him and Erik turned to his right to look at her. “Somehow Melody found the secret passage that lay just behind your mirror.” Erik looked away. “All I know is that I was where scribing and I heard her scream.” Rora gasped and wanted to question him, but wanted waited for him to finish. “I hastily rushed to where her scream came from and had just seen her fall into the water. I dove in after her and was able to get to the surface, but she wasn’t breathing.” Remus: Look, we read this already a few chapters ago and it wasn’t exciting then. Quatre: You could just have him explain the situation without actually giving him dialogue. Erik had to take a couple of deep breaths to calm himself. It was still painful to remember Melody’s near death experience. He felt his heart shatter at the thought of losing Melody. He came to love her just like a daughter. *All reach for the sappy sickness bags.* Mac: This one seems extra sappy. Jareth: And they haven’t gotten together yet. She was so charming and understanding. She, even though saw his mask, never asked for him to remove it. She even loved his drawings of her and her family and requested that he coach her. *Everyone bangs their head on the back of a chair, except Elle, who is staring at the screen in disgust.* Elle: Okay, this is too corny even for me. He then finished. “I breathed air into her and after a few minutes, she began coughing the water up and I brought her here so she could recover.” He looked at Rora and stood, walking to the shore where he stood, gazing at the black glossy lake so he wouldn’t see Rora. “I had every intention of her returning to you, Aurora.” Elle: (Erik): However, I had lost the receipt. Mac: Point Elle. Rora didn’t know what to say. This Phantom…. no man rescued her daughters’ life twice and took care of her and even treated her injures. She felt such gratitude for him. No man had ever shown the kind of compassion that the man who stood before her has. Sai: Tragic back story hint: she has bad taste in men. She got to her feet and slowly headed toward him. She was now just behind him and hesitantly laid her left hand on his upper arm. Erik had heard her movement and felt the slight pressure on his left arm. He took an intake of breath and slowly released it. He was prepared for her wrath but what came next shocked him. Quatre: Dead? Elle: Y’all keep trying to kill these characters. Why? Mac: They die, story’s over, our job is done. Rora gently made Erik turn around so they were now looking at each other. She then gently grasped his bare side and laid her other on his right arm. Erik unconsciously laid his hands on her hips, hypnotized by her eyes. Jareth: She’s going to plant one on him, isn’t she? Others: Yep. Rora then gently leaned in and kissed his cheek. Quatre: Wrong facial feature! She gave him a little nuzzle and slowly moved away, wanting to savor the feel of his skin on her lips. Erik gasped at the feel of her lips on his skin. They were warm and smooth as silk. He closed his eyes, wanting to memorize the feel of her lips. He moved his head toward her, inhaling her sweet scent: roses and lavender. Elle: Odd choice. Mac: I think even Rosa had the same scent. I tell you, she only changes hair color and slightly alters the back story for her Sues! Once the warmth of his body and lips were gone, he leisurely opened his eyes to see Rora smiling at him. And he again felt the beat of his heart hasten. “Thank you.” Came her soft voice. Erik returned her smile with his. “Your welcome.” He then saw her hide a yawn and he chuckled. “Come,” Octavius: Where’s the rest of that clause? Quatre: It ran away in fear. He then led her back to the room where Melody resided. “You can sleep here with Melody.” “But,” Rora said. “Where will you sleep?” Remus (Erik): Sleep? Oh, I was just going to watch you all night long. Mac (Rora): Oh, how sweet! Elle: How perverted. Erik felt his heart burst with bliss at her concern for him. “Not to worry, Aurora,” he said as he helped her get into the bed. “I don’t need much sleep.” Sai: Erik’s a vampire! Once Rora was settled, Erik took the warm cloth from Melody and felt her forehead, sighing in content that the fever had broken. All (flatly): Yay. He turned to Rora. “Her fever has broken.” He smiled and was earned one from Rora. Elle: Look, you don’t “earn” smiles. “She will be fine.” Jareth (Erik): Unfortunately. Rora smiled and yawned before closing her eyes and succumbing to a well-deserved sleep. Erik smiled lovingly at both mother and daughter and then gently pulled the black cord that hung just an inch from his face and watched as the curtain lowered around the bed. His eyes never faltered from his beloveds. Mac: Over? *Clutches stomach* Sai: Almost… TBC Remus: Now. Jareth: Elle, thanks for helping. It’s been…something. Elle: Oh, like, no problem. And you should really tell me who does your hair! *Death Eaters drag her away as everyone leaves* |
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You are the music while the music lasts--T.S. Eliot "Stop the damn texting and pick up a book!"--Grandmama, "The Addams Family" (Musical) "Tomorrow will be better for as long as America keeps alive the ideals of freedom and a better life." —Walt Disney "I wake in the loneliness of sunrise When the deep purple heaven turns blue And start to pray As I pray each day That I’ll hear some word from you I lie in the loneliness of evening Looking out on a silver-flaked sea And ask the moon Oh how soon, how soon Will my love come home to me"--"Loneliness of Evening," Cinderella "Thank you, Lord You have brought us Safe to shore Be our strength and protection ever more. A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire"--Heartland, as performed by Celtic Thunder I'm writing a novel! A Guide to Fanfiction for Dummies! My Little Corner I'm on Book Country! | |
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| MackenzieW | Aug 8 2008, 10:38 PM Post #13 |
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Resident Time Lady
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"Another Masked Genius Gives His Take on the Story. Nothing of Note Happens, Though. Seriously. This Chapter was Useless." *Everyone is once again in the theatre. Erik’s seat is still empty and screen blank. Everyone is bored and tossing the beach ball around.* Jareth: So…where is the latest victim? Quatre: I don’t know. We all heard the siren right? Sai: I’m pretty sure I heard it. It’s usually so quick, it’s hard to tell. *V-mail comes on* Voldemort: So, our masked genius still alludes my minions. All: OhWhatasurprisemy! Voldemort: So, I thought I’d give you another masked man to spork with. Mac: Holy crap, he’s going to send in Jason Vorhees! *V is shoved in* Mac: I don’t know if this any better. V: What are we doing? Mac: You’ve been de-bombed, right? Anyway, Waking & Playing Disclaimer: SNIPPED! AN: SNIPPED AGAIN! The next day, Rora awoke feeling restful. When she set out to move, something cuddled closer to her. Jareth: That better not be Erik. She looked down at her daughter, who was snuggled against her, still sleeping with a smile and her thumb in her mouth. Sai: REMUS! *Remus hands out sappy sickness bags* Rora smiled at her daughters’ angelic features and pushed a few stray hairs from her face. Melody moved a bit, but nonetheless stayed asleep. Rora then turned to her surroundings. Since she hadn’t been able to take the time to study the room that both she and Melody resided in, she knew this would be a good time to do it. Quatre: You know, because taking in the settings is more important than making sure your daughter—who just had a fever—was okay. She saw that the room was furnished with a wardrobe made in red oak that gave it a burgundy color. Sai: More red! Always red! RED! RED! RED! Remus: Do you need some air? Mac: Y’all need a vacation. There was also a dress with mirror. Jareth: A dress with mirror? V: Sounds interesting if not improbable. On a small desk, there stood a music box with a Persian monkey holding gold thimbles. Others: Okay… Mac: It’s CYMBALS, you MORON! CYMBALS! You can’t always trust spell check. As she took in the rooms’ beauty, she heard the softest of sound. It was music and it echoed throughout the room and it encircled Rora like a warm security blanket, keeping all the terrible things in world away. Quatre: More missing articles. How can she realize she isn’t using articles? She felt herself begin to relax, but she shook it off. She had to talk to Erik. She noticed something dangling to her right and turned her head to see a black cord and knew instantly that it was connected to the black curtain enveloped the bed. She tugged it gently and watched amazed as the curtain rose. Remus: Cue the orchestra! She quietly maneuvered her body so she wouldn’t disturb Melody and slipped out. Melody gave a whimper from the loss of warmth and Rora covered her with the blanket and her daughter snuggle more into the bed with a smile. Rora smiled and then walked out of the room and saw two lit candelabras acting as a border, keeping her from falling into the black glossy lake that lay before her. Jareth: Now there’s two candelabras! Remus: Well, now that’s a whole lot brighter! Quatre: Ba-dum dum. She saw the gondola and lit candles everywhere, giving the cave a warm feeling. She felt her breath catch in her throat. The interior of the lair was beautiful. Jareth: It’s a cave. Even though she took in the beauty of the lair as Erik brought her here, she wasn’t able to see everything. Now that she did, the lair gave her a homey feeling and she felt at ease here. V: I consider my underground lair homey but I don’t think a normal person would consider it such. Sai: Sues aren’t normal people. V: I see. Interesting. Mac: Shared point V and Sai. As she turned the corner that led out of the room, she saw Erik with his back to her. Remus: Now was the ideal time to sneak up and scare the living daylights out of him! Quatre: Point Remus. He was wearing a black coat with a white frilled shirt under it and black trousers. V: How could she see that if his back was turned? As if by magic, Erik turned to his right, gazing at her and her him. After a few moments, Erik returned to his music and closed his eyes. Rora could see that he was playing the music in his mind. She knew the feeling. Every time she sang and no-one else was in the same room, she would imagine and listen to the music play in her mind and either danced or sang. Mac: I get it, sing as if no one was listening, dance as if no one was watching, yada yada ya. She smiled and walked down the stairs to him. As she ascended the stairs that were just next to the organ, Rora watched him carefully. When she was standing next to him, she gently laid a hand on his shoulder so he would know she was there. “Good morning,” came his velvety baritone voice. All: Oh, velvety. Rora felt her heart flutter at the intensity of his voice. His voice held a strength and passion that she never heard before. Even though he was talking, she found herself wondering what he would sound like if he sang. “Good morning,” she replied. Sai: Twenty minutes later. Remus: Point Sai. Erik looked at her. “How did you sleep?” Rora smiled. “Very well, thank you.” Erik gave her one in return. Rora looked around the organ and saw multiple music sheets scattered all around the floor. “Did you sleep at all?” “No,” he said. “It is almost unattainable for me to sleep when music fills my head.” Quatre (Erik): I also spend my nights reading the dictionary. Jareth: Point Quatre. Rora smiled again. “I somewhat know the feeling.” Erik turned his full attention to her. “Oh?” Rora sat next to him and looked over the lake. “Whenever I’m alone, I have the sense of hearing music in my mind,” she looked at him. “It’s like…I don’t know.” V: I hear music too. Of course, I usually pump it in through the government’s PA system… Mac: I think I may experience something similar… Erik smiled at her. “I have listened to your voice, Aurora,” she gazed at him. “And it is magnificent. Your voice can put the very angels in heaven to shame.” Mac (Seraphim): HEY! We’re better than any Sue! Rora smiled and a small blush glazed her cheeks. “I’m not that good,” Rora sighed. “My mother has the most beautiful voice. And I believe that is where both Melody and I got it from.” Jareth: Wait, little Sue can sing too? Remus: You’re surprised? *Jareth thinks for a bit.* Jareth: No. “Tis true,” Erik said. “I have heard Melody humming.” Rora looked at him. “And her voice is rather good, though she needs to be taught on how to use it properly.” Sai (Erik): Hint, hint. I’m a voice teacher. Hint, hint. Mac: Point Sai. Quatre: Let’s Rocky Horror this! Rora, change the subject! Rora smiled. “I see that you write music,” Quatre: That’ll do. “Yes,” he said, looking at his work. “I’m somewhat of a musician.” “May I?” Rora asked, indicating to a sheet of written music. Erik smiled and handed her the sheet. “Of course.” Rora read it over, hearing the music in her mind. Mac: I can’t do that. V: She’s quite amazing. The music was powerful, dark, and seductive. Remus: Mrs. Robinson, you’re trying to seduce me. Rora felt herself shiver with delight. When she had gotten to the end, she looked over to Erik, who was looking at her intently, like he was waiting for her to say how All: WHAT! she thought of it. Quatre (Rora): It stinks. Rora smiled and handed the piece back. As Erik grabbed the sheet, his hand came in contact with hers and his fingers tingled with delight. Remus: Anyone need a refill? *Waves bags* Mac (taking deep breaths): I’m good. He gasped and saw the same expression on Rora. He quickly took his hand back and looked away, not wanting Rora to see him blushing. V: Would a masked genius composer and assassin blush? Mac: Does a masked genius terrorist? V: No. Rora, too, blushed from the contact and looked away. “What did you think of it, Aurora?” he said, looking at his work. “To me,” she said. “It was powerful, seductive.” Erik looked at her. “I felt chills running down my spine at the intensity of the piece. It's a masterpiece.”’ Remus: Despite the fact I haven’t heard it and am judging it by what I heard in my head. V: Point Remus. Erik smiled, a blush on his face. Rora smiled at how cute Erik looked and turned her attention toward the room where Melody slept. Mac: That girl hasn’t opened her eyes in a few days…when I’m sick, I at least do that. And go to the bathroom. And they should be giving her some fluids. Just then, her eyes fell upon a violin. All: Uh oh. Remus: WARNING! WARNING! Another Sue talent about to be revealed! WARNING! WARNING! She stood and sauntered over to it. She gently grasped the head and held the instrument delicately in her hands, totally mesmerized. V (Violin): You are getting sleepy, sleepy! Mac: Point V. Erik looked her way and saw her staring at his violin. “Do you play?” Quatre: Five bucks says she says “yes.” Mac: That’s too good a bet. Sai: Deal. Remus: Stupid. Rora looked at him and smiled. “Yes, I do. Do you mind if I play?” Sai: Dammit! *Gives Quatre five dollars* Mac: Told you. Erik smiled. “Be my guest, Aurora.” Mac and Quatre (singing, bad French accents): Be…our…guest! Be our guest! Put our service to the test! Tie your napkin ‘round your neck, cherie, and we’ll provide the rest! V: Okay… Rora positioned the violin to play and began. Mac: You know, Christine’s father was a renowned violinist. Sai: So this isn’t even remotely original either. Mac: Not really, no. Erik was totally mesmerized as she played. Her body fluidly flowed with the music. She closed her eyes and she became one with the melody. Sai: There’s a martial arts movie reference there somewhere. Melody awoke, groaning from a bit of pain and heard a sweet tune being played and she instantly knew her mother was playing. All: Seriously? Mac: Wait…she does have that sixth sense. Jareth: I didn’t know the stupid counted as a sixth sense. She felt her forehead and it was a lot cooler, though she still had the fever, she felt like she could get out of bed. All (flatly): Yay. She quietly squealed with delight. V: Why? Mac: I’d be demanding food. Or water. Something nourishing. She removed the covers off her and saw Alexia awakening as well. Alexia stood and got off the bed. She stretched while yawning. She then shook her body and gazed at Melody. Quatre (Alexia): You woke me up. You must die. Melody smiled. Mac (Melody): DOGGIE! “Morning, Alexia.” Alexia yelped and placed her two front paws on the edge of the bed next to Melody began licking her, Jareth: Melody was licking the dog? earning a couple of giggles. Remus: The dog was giggling? Alexia moved away from the bed and Melody got off the bed and Alexia walked behind and then under Melody, lifting her off the ground and onto her back. Sai: Call Mythbusters—I want to see if a dog CAN do this. Mac: Point Sai. And that would be interesting—an episode where the Mythbusters bust all the Sue clichés. Melody squealed in delight and held on as Alexia walked out of the room. Rora was just finishing up the piece when she heard clapping. She leisurely opened her eyes and saw both Erik and Melody giving her an ovation. V: But not the shadowy figure of someone holding an “applause” sign behind her. Quatre: Point V. Rora blushed and curtsied. “That was fantastic, mommy.” Melody cheeredanneled the Ninth Doctor. V: Who? Sai: Nice. Mac: Thanks. “I concur,” Erik said. “You’re a very talented woman, Aurora.” Remus (Simon Cowell): I wouldn’t call it the best I’ve ever heard, but I appear to be outvoted. Aurora Stephens, you are going to Hollywood. Mac: Point Remus. Rora blushed redder, not used to be praised. All: Oh, please. “Thank you.” She then gently set the violin back on its stand and walked over to Melody, picking her up. Melody squealed and hugged her mother. “Come,” Erik said and began walking away. “You both must be famished. I shall make you some breakfast.” Mac (Melody): FOOD! Finally! Rora followed him with Alexia next to her. “You cook?” Jareth: Well, how else is he supposed to eat? “Ewik’s the best, mommy.” Melody said and Erik blushed. Sai: At this point, I think Erik’s face is beet red if not darker. “Oh, he is, is he?” Rora teased, not knowing why she felt so comfortable around this man who she read of murdering people, kidnapping the Prima Donna, Christine Daae and burning the Opera House. V: Well, when you put it that way, it was like Evey trusting me despite the fact I’ve killed several people and blew up the Old Bailey. Mac: You do not know the extent to which the two movies match up. Once in the kitchen, Erik set to making them breakfast: eggs, toast, and bacon, with milk. Mac: A traditional petite dejeuner would probably include a croissant and chocolat. Once it was finished, he loaded two plates and placed them in front of mother and daughter. Both smiled and dug in. As Rora ate, she saw that Erik was watching them. “This is delicious.” Erik smiled. “Thank you.” Once finished, Rora declared that she help wash the dishes, even though Erik protested and said she was a guest, Rora wouldn’t take no for an answer and Erik gave him, mumbling about “stubborn woman”. Remus: Run on sentence! Mac: Hmm, I think that all the commas missing from “For Love of an Elf” are in that sentence. Rora gave him a smile, not at least insulted by his remark. Yes, she knew she was stubborn, but thank her father for that. Jareth: So Dad’s stubborn. Thanks for that riveting piece of information. Erik smiled and helped wash the dishes. Once they were done, Erik saw that it was 7am and knew that both mother and daughter had to depart. With a heavy sigh, Erik turned to Rora and Melody, who was showing her mother his drawings. He saw Rora blush at the drawing of her sleeping with the rose in her hand. Mac (Rora): Oh my Jonas, he’s a STALKER! Melody, get out of here, now! Erik strolled over to them and laid his hand on her back, gaining her attention. She turned to him. “I’m sorry to say this,” he sighed, “but it is time for you to leave.” Melody began to whimper and Erik saw this. He bent down so he was eye-level with her. “Are we bothering you, Ewick?” V (Erik): Yes, kid, you are. Get out. Jareth: Point V. Erik smiled and wiped away a stray tear with his index finger. “No, little one,” Rora watched the display of affection the Phantom was giving her daughter. The way he was treating Melody was like of a father cared for his child. Quatre: Err, I don’t think that was worded right. Yes, the Phantom had a dark side to him, but Rora saw the tender and charming side too and she found herself become fond of him. “It is time for Rora to be at practice or Md. Mme. Giry will come down here thinking I have kidnapped you.” Sai: I’ll guess that was Erik speaking. Rora decided to speak up. She didn’t want Melody wondering around the Opera House with Damian hanging more or less alone because he may try harming her again. She found that she would be safer here. Even though she has only met the Phantom, she felt it in her heart that she could trust him in protecting Melody…and herself. V: That makes perfect sense. Sai: End sarcasm. Mac: This seems to be part of a Law and Order episode where a victim’s mother is crying that she thought she could trust the ex-con. “What if Melody stays here while I go to practice?” Both Erik and Melody look at her. Erik: bewildered and surprised while Melody was beaming with happiness. “W-w-what?” Erik stuttered. Jareth (Erik’s Inner Monologue): This is going overboard. I want the kid out of here as soon as possible. She’s kinda cute, but a Sue’s spawn. So she has to be cute and loveable. But that lisp is damn annoying. I only wanted to get in the Sue’s… Mac: Don’t finish that inner monologue. And point Jareth. “What if Melody stayed here,” Rora repeated. “I assume know one knows you’re here, with the exception of Md. Mme. Giry and possibly both Meg and Jessie, correct?” “Yes, but…” Sai (Whining Erik): I don’t wanna… “Melody will be safe down here and I don’t have to worry for her safety.” Rora said, gently grabbed his arm. “I would feel a lot better if she was where, away from Mr. Steelé. With someone I trust.” Quatre: Even if she just met him. Erik was taken aback. Aurora trusted him. Mac (Grinch): Sweet kid. Bad judge of character. They have only met and she trusted him to keeping her daughter safe? Jareth: Even Erik can’t believe the Sue would be so stupid. Even though he would keep Melody and she safe without her asking, he still felt contented that she would put her trust in him. V: Even if it was a bit misplaced. He looked into her pleasing olive eyes Quatre: I thought Rora’s eyes were jade. Remus: Still green. Quatre: True. and then at Melody, who had her hands together and smiling up at him. “Please!!” Melody said. “Please,” came Rora’s soft voice. “It would make me feel better.” Erik looked at her and felt his heart melt. Remus: And then he died. He smiled. “I’d be honored, Aurora,” Rora gave him and genuine smile and hugged him, pecking him on his cheek. “Thank you.” Both adults blushed and looked away. V: Key word there being “adults” not “teenagers.” “Come,” Erik said, picking Melody up in one arm and gently grabbing Rora’s hand, both blushing, and began leading both mother and daughter to her mirror. “I must return you before anyone see that you are missing.” Remus (Others): Oh, the Sue was missing? No wonder it was pretty normal around here… Jareth: Point Remus. They soon reached her room and Erik let go of Rora’s hand in order to unlock the padlock on her mirror, allowing it to open. Rora kissed her daughters’ head and then stepped into her room. As Erik began closing the mirror, her hand touched his. “Yes?” he asked. “May I please know your name,” she asked. “Since you seem to know mine.” All: NOW YOU ASK? Mac: Wait, Melody already told you his name idiot. She said “Ewik’s the best.” I’m sure you could figure out that meant his name was Erik. Jareth: Obviously, she ignores the kid. Erik smiled and took her hand in his, kissing her knuckles, making her blush. “Erik.” Rora smiled. “Thank you, Erik.” And with that, Erik closed the mirror, locking it and disappeared into the darkness with Rora watching him. Mac: Is it over? Sai: Almost. TBC Mac: Now? Sai: Yep. *Everyone runs out.* |
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You are the music while the music lasts--T.S. Eliot "Stop the damn texting and pick up a book!"--Grandmama, "The Addams Family" (Musical) "Tomorrow will be better for as long as America keeps alive the ideals of freedom and a better life." —Walt Disney "I wake in the loneliness of sunrise When the deep purple heaven turns blue And start to pray As I pray each day That I’ll hear some word from you I lie in the loneliness of evening Looking out on a silver-flaked sea And ask the moon Oh how soon, how soon Will my love come home to me"--"Loneliness of Evening," Cinderella "Thank you, Lord You have brought us Safe to shore Be our strength and protection ever more. A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire"--Heartland, as performed by Celtic Thunder I'm writing a novel! A Guide to Fanfiction for Dummies! My Little Corner I'm on Book Country! | |
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| MackenzieW | Aug 9 2008, 11:42 PM Post #14 |
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Resident Time Lady
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"Meet the Sue's Family! Wait...Mom and Dad Aren't Dead? Then Why is She so Angsty?" *Everyone troops back in.* Mac: I still can’t believe Heath Ledger is dead. Remus: Are we going to hear about this more? Mac: A bit more sympathy… *V-Mail is blinking* Voldemort: So, Erik escapes AGAIN! Those responsible have been sacked. *Everyone holds in laughter. Voldemort stares at them while an older man is escorted in the room.* Sai: Munch? Munch: Yes. Why am I here? Mac: Torture. Munch: Yay. *V-Mail cuts out as Munch is handed a packet* Mac: Chapter 14: A Surprise for Aurora. Sounds like an American Girl book title. As Aurora warmed up for practice with both Jessie and Meg, she heard her name being called. “Aurora!” She turned to see Md. Mme. Giry strode Mac: STRIDE! toward her with two young men. Munch: Her new bodyguards? When she saw these two men, her eyes lit up with excitement and she let out a joyous cry Octavius: Think she’s happy to see them? Munch: Did that penguin just talk? Others: Yep. and ran to one of the three men. Remus: Weren’t there…*The usual sporkers give him a look* Right. Never mind. She jumped into the youngest ones’ arms, wrapping hers around his neck and laughed as well as the young man. “Sean!!!” Mac: Extra exclamation count for Chapter 14: 2. Quatre: Still not using French names. she cried. “I’m so glad to see you!” “As I am, Rora,” said Sean. Sean was in his late 20s with somewhat spiky short golden-brown hair. Even though he was near 30, he looked very young. He had the same eyes as Rora. He was wearing a white frilled shirt and brown leggings. Munch: Good, if I ever see him, I’ll know how to identify him if he ends up in the morgue or on my suspect list. Mac: Point Munch. “Hey!” pouted the man next to him. Rora turned to the man, who had the same hairstyle as Sean, yet instead of olive eyes, this man had sapphire eyes. He wore a pale blue shirt and brown leggings. He looked a little older than Sean. He was quite handsome and looked somewhat of a cowboy appearance. Sai: Would the cowboy be popular in French culture? Munch: Probably not. “Ryan!!” Mac: Extra exclamation point count: 3. Remus: Sean and Ryan. Sean and Ryan. Shoot me. Rora cried and broke from Sean’s embrace and leapt at Ryan, who laughed and swung Rora around, hearing her giggles that he had missed so much. Sai (pinching bridge of nose): Remus… *Remus gathers sappiness sickness bags* After the hug, Ryan set Rora gently down and gazed at her. “What are you two doing here?” “Well,” Sean said, “Md. Mme.Giry had sent a letter to us, Remus: How did SHE know who you were? Sai: Point Remus. saying that you were here and we’re here on business, we decided that would come and visit.” Octavius: How nice. Not. “We’re very worried about you, Aurora,” Ryan said. Octavius: Which is why we waited until we were in town on business to come see you! Mac: Point Octavius. Rora smiled at the two men and felt her heart melt at their concern for both her and Melody. Mac: Some concern. Not too far away, Erik was seething with anger at the display of affection the two young men were giving his Aurora. Munch: I’m getting a possessive vibe off of him. This should be interested. Remus: Shouldn’t he be watching Little Sue? He was even angered that Rora seemed to be comfortable with the two men. He had just put Melody to bed after he had given her a couple of lessons about drawing. Once she was comfortable, he checked her forehead and seeing that fever had not escalated. All: Yes…? Mac: Talk about your hanging clauses. He decided that since Alexia would keep a very close eye on her, he had decided to check on Aurora and left for the surface. Jareth (Sub Captain): Rise! Rise! He stayed hidden in the shadows, watching her as she chatted with the Giry sisters and then heard her name being called by Md. Mme. Giry. Mac: Oh no, another badly written “different perspective” section. Munch: How bad? Jareth: She just tells us what we already know and doesn’t use it to expand on the situation or character. It drives Mackenzie batty. He observed as she looked up and her face broke into a huge smile. Erik felt his heart flutter at the sheer delight that was plastered on her face. Sai: Maybe she’s just happy? He was curious at what she was looking at and he turned his head in the direction she was looking and saw Md. Mme. Giry walking to her with two young men following. He looked back at Rora and saw that she was looking at the two men and he felt his heart begin to break. Munch: And he’s supposed to be the GOOD romantic lead? Others: Yep. Munch: What is the BAD romantic lead? Quatre: A creepy guy who attempted to rape Aurora because he wanted her… Munch: Rape isn’t about sex. Mac: Tell that to Phantom’s Ange. Oh, and he beat up the kid. Munch: Great. I should just arrest him now. Octavius: Point Munch. SKIP! Remus: You were able to skip it? Mac: It was exactly what we had already read not even a page ago. Rora smiled at the two men, her heart melting. “Who are those two young men whom Aurora is speaking too?” he thought. Sai: Ryan and Sean. Aren’t you listening? “Are one of these two men her fiancé?” Munch: Has she mentioned having a fiancé? Mac: Nope. Munch: Hinted at it? Mac: Nope. Munch: So why is he jumping to it? Mac: Logic doesn’t exist here. Again, he felt his heart scrunched at the thought of Aurora having a suitor. He shook his head and kept watching. “As you two can see,” she smiled, “Both Melody and I are doing fine.” Remus: But Melody isn’t there. “By the way,” Ryan said as he gazed around the stage, as if he was looking for something, “Where is Melody?” Quatre: He’s smart. Rora stiffened a bit. He could tell them that Melody was with the famous Phantom of the Opera, but she didn’t want to lie to them either. Quatre: But if she told them that Melody was with the Phantom, she wouldn’t be lying. Jareth: I think the idiotic Suethor meant to say “She couldn’t tell them…” “Umm, she’s resting.” “Good going, Aurora!” she mentally kicked herself. “But it’s not a lie either. She is resting!” “Oh,” Sean as he began to walk off towards the dormitories. “Can we see her?” “No!!” Rora grasped his sleeve. Mac: Extra exclamation point count: 4. Both men look at her baffled. “Why not?” “You know how Melody is,” she said. “You remember the last time you guys woke her.” Both men shuddered with the memory. “So you’re not going to give me a hug, angel,” said a mannish voice. Munch: Mannish? Mac: Hee, it’s a tranny! Jareth: Point Mac. Rora smiled and turned her attention to a man with short unruly brown hair with dimmer sapphire eyes looking at her with amusement. Rora squealed in delight and jumped into the mans’ arms. “Daddy!!!” she laughed, as did the man. Mac: Darn. No tranny. Extra exclamation point count: 6. “How is my daughter?” the man said as he set Rora down. “Oh, daddy!!” Rora laughed. Mac: Extra exclamation count: 7. “I’m good and so is Melody.” “Where I my granddaughter?” he asked, looking around for her. “She’s sleeping.” Her father was in his mid 40s, yet looked like he was in his thirties. He was very handsome and was wearing a white shirt with a brown vest and a lighter brown coat. His pants were a darker brown as well and he wore black shiny shoes. Munch: Do we need to know this? Sai: No. Suethors believe that a sign of good writing is to go into detail about what everyone looks like, what they are wearing and the like and not, you know, actually come up with a good, plausible plot. “Where is my darling little girl?” came a female’s voice. Jareth: You know, didn’t I have a feeling that they were dead? Remus: Not just you, all of us did. Except Mac, who was conflicted because she had gone to the website run by the Suethor that suggested the parents were alive yet all their mentions until now seemed to hint at their demise. All four people turned to see a woman walking towards them. Rora giggled and laughed. She removed herself from her father and strolled over to the woman. “Mother!” she squealed as she hugged her mother. Her mother laughed and hugged her daughter dearly. “Oh my baby girl. How are you?” Sai: How far away was she during the previous conversation? Rora looked up at her mother. Her mother was quite beautiful. With her fair-hair Jareth: Stray hyphen! Stray hyphen! Gertrude: I see it. *Arms crossed* that went just past her shoulders with olive eyes and wore a pale lavender dress. She also had a fair complextion. Quatre: Extra T! We also have an extra T! “I’m fine, mother,” she said. “Where is my darling granddaughter?” “She’s sleeping, mother,” Rora said. “She had a tiresome day yesterday.” “I understand.” Rora looked at her parents: Duke David James Stephens and Duchess Danielle Mary Stephens. All: WOAH! Mac: Hold on, they’re a duke and duchess? That makes them royalty. What the hell is the daughter of a royal family doing as an opera singer? Munch: Yeah, I don’t care how liberal they are, that is one major scandal. Though she came from a wealthy family, Mac: Wealthy! Please, in the 19th century, a duke would be a noble or royal person who owned enough land to earn the title if not already granted to the family. And if the title is inherited, it would probably mean you were royal. Also, as said before, a duke would rather his daughter support the arts, attend the opera, be seen, flirt, NOT BE IN THE OPERA! Sai: Breathe, Mac, breathe! she treated those that were poorer than her with kindness and respect as did her parents. Jareth: We should’ve kept a cliché count rather than points. Munch: Can I use one of those bags? Remus: Be our guest. “What are both you and father doing here?” Rora asked. “Well, we had heard that there would be an Opera that was to be played soon,” David said, Gertrude: Period! “And you know how much both your mother and I adore the Opera,” Gertrude: Period! Rora nodded. “And since we had gotten the letter from Md. Mme. Giry that you were to star in it, we decided to come and watch you perform.” Quatre: Look, where were you guys when she was in an implied abusive relationship in Chapter One? Munch: Is there anything this woman hasn’t gone through? Mac: No…it’s called the tragic background and the Suethors believe the more tragic the back story=the more sympathetic the character is. However, there is a point where it crosses from tragic to ridiculous. Rora smiled. “I’m very glad you’re both here and I know Melody will be thrilled to see you.” Md. Mme. Giry decided that it would be appropriate to interrupt. Sai: Especially since she gets paid by the word. “I’m sorry to interrupt,” she said. “But Aurora needs to practice.” “Of course,” David said and beckoned his wife and both Ryan and Sean to the side. Once again, Rora and the others began practicing. Erik watched the little family reunion. He now knew where both Aurora and Melody had gotten their beauty from: Rora’s mother. Mac: This is pushing the limits of how well my gag reflex works. Jareth: Mine already failed. *Pulls out bag* He smiled as he watched her hug her father and then mother. He was glad that she was reunited with her parents until the Opera. All: Huh? Munch: Is there a secret decoder ring? Sai: If there is, we haven’t found it yet. Mac: Shared point Munch and Sai. He then watched as Md. Mme. Giry interrupted their reunion and said that Rora had to practice. As the newcomers moved away from the stage, he kept his eyes on Sean and Ryan. “You know that Rora’s birthday is coming up right?” Ryan said. “I know,” Sean said. “What do you think she will like?” “Hmm,” Sean said. “I know she has Shadow so getting her a puppy won’t work.” “How about a kitten?” Quatre: Because the kitten and Shadow are going to get along famously. Mac: I don’t know. My aunt’s dog took care of a kitten my aunt had. “Yes,” and they shook hands. Erik was shocked at this new information. “Aurora’s birthday is coming soon?!” he thought. “I must get her a present, but what?” Sai: Well since you can do a drawing in mere hours, why don’t you draw her something? He then thought that Melody could help him. “I shall ask Melody!” he smiled. “She knows Aurora better than I.” Sai (Melody): My mommy wants a pony. That I’m going to ride! Jareth: Point Sai. Erik was still slightly hurt that Rora was comfortable with Ryan and Sean, but shook that off. Quatre: Hey, how come he can’t figure out that they are related to her since they must look like their dad going by Suethor logic? He now had to plan a surprise party. Jareth: Who is he going to invite? I mean, “The Phantom of the Opera invites you to a party for Aurora Stephens. Please, no mobs.” He left for Rora’s room, awaiting her. After somewhat of a harsh practice, Rora bade her parents and both Sean and Ryan, Munch: What did she bade them? she left for her room. Once she securely locked the door so no one would come in, she walked over to Shadow, who wagged his tail in greeting and Rora giggled, scratching him behind his ear. As she scratched his ear, his right hind leg began thumping. “I'm so glad that my family is here to see me perform, Shadow,” Rora said. She then walked behind the dressing cover and slipped into her nightgown. Once she came out, she didn't hear the lock on the mirror unlatch and the mirror swing open. Munch: Creepy. She turned to her left and there standing before her was Erik in all his glory. She gasped in surprise and placed her hand over her heart quickly closed her robe. Jareth: We now rewriting this? Mac: As best we can. “Erik!” she breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s you.” “Evening, Aurora,” he smiled. “I didn't mean to startle you.” “Hello, Erik.” She smiled frowned. “And it’s ok. You didn't know What are you, some kind of pervert?” Munch: This IS fun. Remus: Isn’t it? “Are you ready?” he smiled. Munch: Is that supposed to have such a heavy perverted overtones? Octavius: Probably not, but I’m not sure if the Suethor unintentionally wrote it or we added it with our alterations. Rora smiled. “Of course. Can Shadow come as well?” Quatre (Erik): I’ll let her, but I don’t know how Alexia will take it. “Of course.” Erik said as he offered her his All: WHAT? and she took it All: WHAT? without hesitation. Munch: Anyone else having improper thoughts on what “it” is? *All except Quatre raise their hands* Erik then led them all the way to the lair. Remus: At least we were spared the stolen description from the movies. “How was practice?” her asked, striking up a conversation. “Harsh,” Rora said, “But I’m not really complaining.” Erik chuckled a little. “Well, you do need to be prepared for the Opera Gertrude: News flash, opera does NOT need to be capitalized. next week.” Rora pouted and Erik looked back at her and found that she looked adorable. “I know, Erik. But I need to practice with my singing.” “I can help you with that?” Munch: Well, can’t you? Why are you asking her? Rora looked at him with stars in her eyes and him her. “Really? Could you? Please!” Erik laughed and Rora found herself laughing. “I would be honored,” he said. “Though I can be a bit harsh, Aurora.” Mac: Why is this a separate paragraph? It should be with the other quotation. “How do you mean?” “Well,” he explained. “I will expect nothing less that prefect if I train you. The hours will be long and I will come for you at night. And you must tell no one, not even the Girys, that I’m giving you lessons. Munch: Creepy. Understand?” All: Don’t take the deal! “Yes, Erik.” All: Idiot. Erik smiled and they soon came to the lair. Mac: Is it over? Sai: Almost: TBC Sai: Now, it’s over. *Everyone leaves.* |
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You are the music while the music lasts--T.S. Eliot "Stop the damn texting and pick up a book!"--Grandmama, "The Addams Family" (Musical) "Tomorrow will be better for as long as America keeps alive the ideals of freedom and a better life." —Walt Disney "I wake in the loneliness of sunrise When the deep purple heaven turns blue And start to pray As I pray each day That I’ll hear some word from you I lie in the loneliness of evening Looking out on a silver-flaked sea And ask the moon Oh how soon, how soon Will my love come home to me"--"Loneliness of Evening," Cinderella "Thank you, Lord You have brought us Safe to shore Be our strength and protection ever more. A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire A Thiarna dean trocaire A Chriost dean trocaire"--Heartland, as performed by Celtic Thunder I'm writing a novel! A Guide to Fanfiction for Dummies! My Little Corner I'm on Book Country! | |
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| MackenzieW | Aug 11 2008, 01:19 AM Post #15 |
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"Doctor: I’d rather be facing an army of Daleks, Cybermen, a drunk Jack Harkness and an irate Jackie Tyler than read this." *Everyone returns, minus Erik. V-Mail is already opened on the screen.* Voldemort: So… Mac: Look, Merciful Master, give it up. Erik will return when this story is over. Deal with it. *V-Mail cuts out.* Sai: Oh well…so, who do you think our guest sporker is this week? Quatre: Dunno. *The Death Eaters throw in a young man wearing a suit and converse sneakers. He’s yelling something at them.* Mac: It’s the Doctor! Jareth (Absentmindedly): Doctor Who? Doctor: Just the Doctor, thank you very much. *Refuses packet* Already know. Let’s get this torture over with then. Mac: Chapter 15: 1st Lesson & Jealous As soon as they arrived at the lair, her energetic daughter embraced Rora. “Mommy!!!” Melody laughed. Mac: Extra exclamation point count: 2. “I’m so very happy to see you!” Rora giggled at her and hugged her back. “So am I, dearest.” Erik watched the scene with mixed emotions: longing and envy. He longed to have a family of his own, a wife and children. Doctor: Understand that feeling. What’s keeping him? Mac: He’s the Phantom of the Opera? Doctor: Right…right. Could be a bit of a problem. He was somewhat envious of Melody because she had such a loving mother who loved her dearly while his own mother had beaten and abused him. Sai: How many times was the word “love” used? Jareth: So…the Sue was most likely abused, the dog was abused, Little Sue was abused and now Erik was abused. Doctor: Is there anyone in this story that wasn’t abused? Mac: Sure…the Girys. Quatre: They are in this story. Mac: Never mind. I take it back. He knew she never loved him for the reason of his deformity. He never knew the joys of a family’s love for each other, even though he considered the Girys his family: Gertrude: Period. Doctor: Who are you? Gertrude: Grammar Nazi. Doctor: Nice. Md. Mme. Giry treated him like he was her own son and the sisters like an older brother. He loved them dearly and he came to love Melody as his own child. Remus: Should I start passing out the bags now? Jareth: Might as well. I wish I was still on my break. Octavius: Me too. Doctor: A talking penguin? When they had met, she didn’t scream or cry. Jareth: She was unconscious! She had nearly drowned! Mac: Point Jareth. She treated him like a normal person and so did Aurora. She didn’t question him about his mask or why he dwelt beneath the Opera House. He came out his reverie when he heard Rora calling his name. “Erik,” she spoke with concern, “Are you all right?” Sai (Erik): Just zoning out. Erik gave her a smile. He didn’t know why he was smiling more often, but he came to like it. “I’m fine, Aurora.” She gave one in return. “I’m glad. I was really worried.” Erik was taken back. “You were worried? About me?” Quatre: Isn’t that what she just said? Erik, I think you’re going deaf. Sai: Point Quatre. Rora laughed lightly. “Of course, silly. You’re my friend. Why shouldn’t I worry?” “Friend?” he asked disbelievingly. “You think of me as a friend?” Doctor: Does every “outcast is befriended” story have to have this conversation? I mean, come on! It’s called originality. Quatre: Sues don’t have any. Rora gave him a smile and walked up to, taking his unmasked cheek her hand. “Of course I think of you as a friend and a very dear one that I keep close to my heart, Erik.” *Remus hands out bags. Mac, Sai, Octavius and Jareth proceed to lose their lunch.* Erik felt his heart burst with happiness Doctor: Is that even possible? Jareth: He’s survived a lot of wordings that would kill him. at hearing Rora’s declaration of thinking of him as a dear friend. He had never had any friends Sai: So what are the Girys? Chopped liver? Octavius: No, Fish Boy, they are family. It’s different. Sai: Stop calling me Fish Boy! and now this gorgeous, gifted, and enchanting woman Doctor: He likes her, doesn’t he? Mac: First clue? Doctor: I may only have been introduced to Rora, but I find her neither of those qualities. Sai: Point Doctor. before him thought of him as a friend that she cherished. He felt tears well in his eyes *Quatre holds up tissue box* and he closed them to keep the tears at bay, but a few stray tears fell and he felt a gently finger brush them away. *Now everyone but the Doctor loses their lunch.* Doctor: Thank goodness for a strong stomach, eh? *Hits stomach a few times.* He opened his eyes and saw Rora giving him an affectionate smile. Erik couldn’t hold the pain back from never feeling loved or having friends. Jareth: Somebody call the wambulance, please. He wrapped his arms around Rora and clung to her like a lifeline. Mac: No, Erik, that lifeline is “phone a friend,” not “cling to a friend.” Jareth: Point Mac. He then began crying. Rora was slightly taken back, but her surprise was overtaken by concern for Erik. Both slid to the floor with Erik still clinging to Rora. Melody also hugged Erik, telling him that she was there too. Doctor: Please…I still don’t do domestics. “Shh,” Rora spoke soothingly as she gently rubbed his back. “I’m here, Erik.” “It’s all wight, Ewick,” Melody said. Sai: Fifteen chapters and that lisp still is annoying. Doctor: Good Jonas, it is painful to read a lisp as it is to hear one. And this is worse because you can’t see the adorableness of the kid to negate the horridness of the lisp. After a few more minutes, Erik’s crying stopped and looked up at Rora with red puffy eyes. “I’m sorry, Aurora,” he said as he straightened up. “I’ve never really cried in front of anyone. I’ve always kept my emotions at bay.” Rora gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s all right to cry, Erik. Sometimes crying helps you feel better.” Mac: This is worse than a Hallmark card. “Mommy’s right, Ewick.” Melody said, gaining their attention. “Sometimes it’s good to cry.” Erik smiled, removed his arms from Rora and hugged Melody. “Thank you, Melody.” Melody smiled and snuggled closer to him. Rora smiled. She could clearly see that if Erik had been married, he would be an excellent father to his children. Sai: Despite the homicidal tendencies, mask, and the fact he lives in a lair. Erik released his hold on the child and stood up. He then straightened his vest and slicked back some hair that had fallen from behind his ear. Rora held back a giggle as she watched him. “He looks so cute…no…handsome,” she thought with a blush. She then saw his outstretched gloved hand in front of her. She looked up at him and saw him smiling down at her. She smiled and took his hand. Erik helped her to her feet. “Thank you.” Erik’s smiled widen. “You’re welcome.” He then looked to his organ. “Come,” Gertrude: Period. He offered her his arm and rested hers at the crook. “It’s time for your lesson, Aurora.” He then led her to the organ and he sat while she stood just behind him. Melody strolled over to the couch that was nearby and sat in it. All: A couch? “As you know, Aurora,” he spoke, “Hannibal will be performing in two weeks time.” Sai: Seriously? I mean, it took them two to six months to stage Faust. Mac: Besides going back in time as Faust was supposedly a “new” opera. “Yes, I know.” “You must be ready.” “Of course, Erik.” Rora said. “Good.” He said as he turned his attention to his organ. “We shall do scales to warm your voice.” Jareth: To quote Buddy, this does not bode well. Mac: I should really get the Latin translation of that. You know, for variety. Octavius: I can tell you the penguinese: Bullcrap, dead ahead. As Erik played scales on his organ, Rora sang them. She went from the lowest note which was a one to the highest, which was a seven and then back down to 1. Doctor: Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t music follow an alphabet? Mac: Yes—A to G. Doctor: So wouldn’t she actually have to sing, I don’t know, a note? Mac: That would require the Suethor to have more knowledge of music outside of songs used for the movie and/or on her Celtic Woman CD. Or to actually do research. Jareth: Heaven forbid. They did this several times to get her voice warmed up. Once he knew that she was ready, Erik instructed Rora to sing songs that she was familiar with. He then stopped her once she finished her third song. Quatre: As we commence thanking the heavens we were spared the songs. “Very good, Aurora.” Erik acclaimed. “I must say that your voice is rather good.” Rora blushed and bashfully looked away. “You give me too much credit, monsieur.” Erik chuckled at her bashfulness. He thought that she would have gotten over her bashfulness, but it seems that she hadn’t though he found out that it made her quite adorable. Remus: Anyone need a refill? Doctor: I may need my first. Good Jonas, has the entire fic been filled with this sentimental dribble? Remus: Pretty much. He shook his head from these thoughts, never seeing two aqua knowing eyes looking from him and Rora. “Ewick would be perfect for mommy,” she thought. “He tweats mommy wight.” *Doctor clutches his head* Mac: Are you okay? Doctor: I’d rather be facing an army of Daleks, Cybermen, a drunk Jack Harkness and an irate Jackie Tyler than read this. Sai: Point Doctor. After an hour of the lesson, Erik saw fit that Rora was ready to sing Think of Me. Seasoned Sporkers: Uh oh. Doctor: What? “Very good, Aurora,” he said. “I think you are ready to sing Think of Me. Here.” He then handed her the sheet of music with the lyrics. Seasoned Sporkers: Oh Jonas, no! Doctor: What? Rora looked it over and saw a couple of notes that she didn’t know if she could sing correctly. “I…” Erik looked at her with concern. “What is it, Aurora?” She looked at hi with anxiousness. “I…I don’t know if I’m ready, Erik. I don’t know if I can sing these notes correctly.” Sai: Meaning she’s about to do so perfectly. Jareth: She’s a Sue. She’s not supposed to be a braggart because ohmiJonas, that would make her flawed and somewhat human! Sai: Point Jareth. Erik smiled knowingly. Jareth (Erik): All the Sues say that. Maybe this time, you’ll prove me wrong and actually sing it horribly. Sai: Point Jareth. Again. He stood from his seat and gently took her trembling hands in his larger hands. He then brought them to lie on his chest. Rora watched, not looking at him. “Look at me, Aurora.” He ordered with gentleness. Rora looked at him with nervous and slightly fearful eyes. Erik gave her a gentle smile. “You can sing these notes. If you miss them, I shall help you ’til you get them right. I’m here to help you.” Sai: Anyone else suddenly getting an image of Erik with a stick saying “Again” over and over? Mac: Me. Rora smiled, feeling her nerves become calm as she stared into his eyes that she always became lost in. She nodded and Erik kissed her forehead. “Good girl.” Octavius: Here’s a doggie treat. Sai: Point Octavius. He then let go of her hands, much to both of their disappointment and sat back in his seat. “Are you ready?” All: NO! Rora stood just to his left so he could see her. “Yes.” Erik then began the music and Rora waited ’til she heard the third note. Once she heard it, she began singing. Mac: Why isn’t the damn SKIP button lighting up? Think of me, think of me fondly Doctor: What? Mac: Oh, there it goes. SKIP! SKIP! Erik kept playing even when unwanted memories surfaced. He thought of when Christine sang this very song, yet she didn’t have the passion and innocence Sai: Is anyone else confused? Others: Yes. Sai: Good. that the song required and Rora did. Christine, even though had a stunning voice, Aurora’s surpassed hers. Mac: Hey, who wants to see if the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver can open the theater doors? Doctor: Why didn’t I think of that? Hang on. *Reaches for screwdriver.* What? He took my screwdriver. Sai: Oh well. SKIP! SKIP! Erik came out of his reverie as Rora hit the notes perfectly and never faltered. Octavius: Good for her. SKIP! SKIP! Her voice became softer, yet she didn’t fade Gertrude: Missing period. Jareth: Lucky thing. SKIP! SKIP! I won't think of yoooouuuu! Mac: Wonder why it didn’t skip that line? Doctor: Oh, it’s painful to read and hear. As she sang that last high note, it was perfect. Quatre: Duh. She’s a Sue. SKIP! SKIP! (Vocalize) Mac: You have GOT to be kidding me! Octavius: Could be worse. She could’ve written it out. Jareth: Point Penguin. …Of Me! With that last note, she hit it flawlessly. Erik felt his breath caught as her voice faded. He felt tears well in his eyes in and laid his face in his hands. Octavius: I think Erik’s cried more in this chapter than…ever… Doctor: And you say he is a usual sporker? Mac: Yes. He’s escaped in hopes of finding the Suethor and, well, straightening her out. Doctor: I applaud him. Rora became concern and sat beside him and laid her right arm over his shoulders as she laid her left hand on his arm. “Erik?” she spoke softly. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing.” Jareth (Erik): I just have something in my eye. Rora took his hands away from his face and made him look at her eye-to-eye. “Please tell me,” Gertrude: Period. “It’s just,” he started. “That song reminded me of HER.” “Her?” “The woman who broke my heart.” Doctor: Oh, if that’s not a pick up line… Sai: It isn’t. Doctor: Oh. “That’s terrible!” Rora exclaimed angrily. “How could she do that to someone who was gentle and kind as you have been?” Erik scoffed. “You would not say such pleasant things if you knew the truth.” Sai: Point…Erik? He’s not even here and he manages to get a point. “Then tell me. Help me understand why a person like her would treat someone with such cruelty to a person who has a gentle heart such as yourself?” Mac: Gentle heart? Gentle heart? Mademoiselle, I know Erik and I would not describe him as having a “gentle heart.” Erik moved away from her comforting embrace and stood just a few feet away from her. “I don’t feel that I want to share with you my pain.” “Why not?” “BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO!!” he yelled with anger. Jareth: Now there’s the Erik we know and love. Doctor: And here I thought I had random shouting bursts. Mac: Extra exclamation point count: Three. Rora stood abruptly from her seat and shook with fright at volume of his voice. Melody whimpered and ran behind mother and clung to her. “All right, Erik.” Rora spoke calmly, not wanting to show her fright of him. Erik calmed down and when he saw Melody’s whimpering form hiding behind Rora, he felt his heart break. He had let his anger cloud his mind again. He sighed heavily. “Forgive me,” he spoke calmly. “Speaking of my past is too painful for me right now. Please don’t ask of me to reveal what had happened.” Doctor: I know how that feels. “You’re forgiven, Erik.” Rora said. She moved toward Erik and took his larger hand in hers. She then looked into his eyes to see pain and loneliness. “I want to help you, Erik,” she spoke with a soothing voice. “But I can’t do that until you trust me enough to speak of your past, but I will wait ’til you are ready.” Erik gave a small smile and kissed the back of her hand. “Thank you.” *Everyone loses their lunch.* Rora gave him one in return. Erik then felt a gentle tug. Both adults look down to see Melody looking up at the masked man with tearful eyes. “Yes, little one?” “Are you angry with us?” Erik released Rora’s hand and bent so his was eyelevel with Melody. “No.” Melody smiled. “Speaking of my past hurts very much right now.” He then gently took her left cheek in his palm. “I will try not to raise my voice, little one.” Doctor: This is too much for my heart. Mac: Fortunately you have another one. Melody gave him a genuine smile and wrapped her arms around his neck and he lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder. “Good. Because you frightened me a little when you yelled, Ewick.” “Forgive me, little one.” He whispered. “I won’t ever yell at you or mother ever again.” “Promise?” “Promise.” Erik then turned to Rora, who was smiling. “What?” “You would make an excellent father, Erik. Why is it that you are not married?” Octavius: Umm, disfigured murderous guy? “I haven’t found the right woman. I thought I had,” he sighed sadly. “But she was not the one for me.” Rora laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure the right woman for you is out there, waiting for you to find her.” Mac (Aurora): Coughmecough. Doctor: Point Mac. “I think I have already found her, Aurora,” he thought as he stared at her. “I watched you perform earlier today.” Quatre: Way to admit to stalking, Erik. Doctor (Rora): Oh, I think I’m starting to see why you’re not married. Mac: Point Doctor. “Oh?” Rora asked. She then remembered that she felt like she had been watched. She placed her hands on her hips and glared playfully at him. “Were you watching me, Erik?” Doctor: You idiot, he just said he was! Good Jonas, there are times like this I do believe the human race is full of idiots! Jareth: Amen. Sai: Hey, don’t judge us by the Sues. Erik could tell she wasn’t truly angered with him. “Of course I was, Aurora.” Quatre (Erik): I just admitted it. Where were you? Sai: Point Quatre. “You then saw my parents and the two men that I had hugged didn’t you.” Quatre: Why isn’t there a question mark? WHY? Doctor: I think he’s losing it. Mac: Uh oh… “Yes.” Erik said. “And I must say that I was very distressed that you allowed them to hug you.” Rora smiled knowing what he meant. She then busted out laughing. Erik was confused at why she was laughing about. “I’m not very pleased that you find this amusing, Aurora.” Erik said. “They could have done something terrible to you.” Jareth (Aurora): Been there, done that. “Erik,” Rora gave one last laugh. “Are you jealous?” All: Yes. “No!” he declared, though he was. Doctor: Thanks for telling me that he was lying, Phantom’s ange, I would never have figured it out on my own. Mac: It also ruined my Moment of Truth joke. “Erik,” Rora said. “The two men I hugged are my older brothers.” “Brothers?” Doctor: Oh boy. Mac: And we end on indiotic note. Sai: Not just yet: TBC Sai: Now it’s over. Jareth: Nice having you, Doctor. Doctor: Nice being here. Now, I’m off to get rid of the memories of this atrocity. And I know just the place…*Runs out as doors open.* Mac: I would’ve offered him some bleeprin. *Others leave.* |
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