Thanks so much to my first and second reviewers! ^_^
Phantom Waffles: First of all, I love your name! Thanks to you there are now doodles all over my schoolwork of a waffle resembling Erik. Including ones of "Phantom Waffle" killing "Pancake Raoul" and them fighting over "French Toast Christine" xD And don't we all wish for that?
StrawberryStoleYourCookie: The Phantom of the Opera in modern day time? Of course that'll be fun! Thank you, and you don't have to wait because here it is =D
Chapter 2
The light was unbearable. Getting thrown around like a rag doll wasn't too fun either, but Erik was more used to that. Finally, he landed roughly on something solid and darkness filled his gaze once more.
His relief was cut short, however. When he opened his eyes, he was not met with the sweet solitude of his lair. There was another person only a few feet from him, and he could hear even more voices in the distance. And this broken down old alley was certainly not Erik's lair. But where was it?
Erik eyed the other man distastefully. He was certainly not going to ask someone who looked like that for directions! Now, Erik wasn't usually one to judge other's on their appearances (he of all people knew how cruel that was) but the man clearly had some sort of mental illness if he wasn't capable of wearing his pants around his waist where they belong.
He quickly left the alley without a word and was met by more light and a huge crowd of people. He was instantly knocked down. Not by the sights, but literally. In a blur of colours, the Phantom was on the ground.
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"I'm sorry! I didn't see you there, and I was distracted, and I'm so sorry!" Kristina apologised profusely, scrambling to her feet. "Here, let me help-" Her train of thought was cut off when she saw the man lying in front of her. He had dark hair and he was wearing old style clothing, a black cape, and a mask that showed nothing more than part of his mouth, and the pupils of his yellow eyes. He looks like Erik! Kristina realised with a silent phangirlish scream. He must be an actor in Phantom of the Opera! I have to find out where it's playing!
The mystery man brushed her hand away and pulled himself to his feet. Once standing, he towered above Kristina. His eyes narrowed as he glared down at her.
"I neither need nor want your help!" he hissed. The man flicked his cape dramatically as he turned to walk away, but he froze mid-step. "What the-?" Kristina heard him mutter as he took a few staggering steps back. She saw his yellow eyes widen and his mouth drop open slightly.
"Is something wrong?" Kristina asked, looking at the man, her eyes shining with concern. "Do you need help with something?"
"You want to help me? How can you help Erik when you are part of the problem?" Wow, this guy's really in character. He's even doing Erik's adorable third person speaking! she thought with another silent squeal. "It's bad enough that Erik is in this strange place that is definitely not Paris talking to this strange girl who is definitely not speaking French, and Erik is in this huge crowd with too many people around him, but now he has to deal with this nosy strange girl- what are you wearing?" he exclaimed angrily, looking down at Kristina for the first time.
"Jeans and a tank top?" Kristina explained looked down self-consciously.
"What….improper…unacceptable…those pants don't even fit!" he stuttered, outraged.
"They're not supposed to, they're capris!" she protested. The man ignored her.
"And that shirt…your entire arms are showing!" he exclaimed. Kristina thought she could see a faint flush of pink on the part of his skin not hidden beneath the mask.
"Well at least I'm dressed like a normal human being who doesn't shop at antique stores for clothing!" Kristina retaliated, getting annoyed. This man thought it was normal to dress like the phantom of the opera but she wasn't allowed to wear a tank top in the spring?
"I happen to be dressed fairly normally, and certainly more decent than-" he was cut off by a young man crashing into him.
"Watch where you're standing around, freak!"
The masked man recoiled as if the stranger had hit him. His eyes filled with sadness. "Even when people can't see Erik's face he's still a freak. Erik knows this. No one likes Erik. Erik-" he was cut off by yelling, which he soon realised was coming from Kristina.
"What gives you the right to call someone else a freak when you're wearing girl clothing? Hear that? SKINNY JEANS ARE FOR GIRLS! (A/N: I mean no ofense to anyone who is or knows a male who wears skinny jeans. Kristina's just angry) Hypocritical jerk!" She shouted, glaring after said jerk. She turned back to the masked an with a huff and saw in his eyes amusement and a hint of confusion. She blushed.
"Well he was being a jerk!" She tried to explain herself, her face turning darker under the masked stranger's amused gaze. "But he does prove me right about the fact that your outfit isn't exactly normal looking." He opened his mouth to argue but the curly haired brunette cut him off. "Look around! Do you see anyone else dressed like you?" She asked, indicating the crowd.
"She's right…everyone here is dressed like this girl! Where am I? This is bad, I have to find Paris, Erik has to get back to his-"
"Will you cut that out? The costume is brilliantly accurate and you seem like a great actor but you're not putting a show on right now so you can stop acting like Erik." Kristina pointed out.
"Acting like Erik? Strange girl, what do you mean 'acting like Erik'? Erik is Erik!" The stranger protested angrily.
"Don't be silly. Erik isn't real." Kristina felt a pang of sadness as she said this. I wish he was, but…"You aren't fooling-"
"There he is, man!" A boy about Kristina's age interrupted. "That's the dude I told you about!" He and another boy were all staring at the masked Erik look-alike.
"Seriously, bro?" The second man asked, sounding sceptical. "I dunno, man. It's not possible. What were you on?"
"Nothing man, he totally appeared out of nowhere!"
The masked man froze and his eyes flashed dangerously. He whipped something out of his shirt and threw it around the boy's neck. He used it to drag the boy back into the alleyway, followed by two shocked teenagers. What's going on? Kristina wondered, a hint of fear showing in her eyes.
"What did you see?" the man growled angrily, pulling the rope tight against the boy's neck.
"N-nothing!" the boy said quickly after he had stopped choking. "I just saw nothing and then you were there, like magic!"
"Tell no one, understood?" he hissed at him, tightening the lasso one more time before releasing him. "You as well!" he added to the other boy. "If you value your lives, you'll keep me a secret. Know that I only let you live today to keep my existence unknown, but if you tell anyone I will hunt you down and kill you!" he told them in a soft, dangerous voice. The boys nodded quickly and ran away at top speed, leaving Kristina alone with the psychotic masked man. He turned to her.
"And as for you…"
Authoress Note: CLIFFHANGER! This man claims to be Erik, and he has the Punjab to prove it! What will happen to our lovable heroine, stuck in a dark alley alone with this stranger? Stay tuned dear readers!
A bit more dramatic then I'd first intended, but it'll get lighter and fluffier later. Hopefully. I'm not that good with comedy, unless it just sort of happens.
Also, I've realised from past years that I tend to drag things out a lot longer than they should be. Do you think I'm doing this? If so, don't be afraid to tell me. I'll just edit them in the future to make them shorter.
Remember, reviews=new chapter! Plus, as a limited time offer, we'll throw in a free complimentary Punjab lasso! *holds up lasso to a chorus of 'ooh's and 'aah's*
Erik: HEY! THAT'S MINE!
Me: Uh-oh! Quick, review so you can get a Punjab lasso before Erik gets it back! *runs*
*sneaks back* P.S. I may not get a chance to update for a few days…I have 5 projects for school I have to work on. I'll update ASAP though! Uh-oh, I think Erik's coming!
Erik: Give me back my Punjab!
Me: Gotta run! *runs away again*
