Ch2 Robbery Rescue
Madame Giry was in the lobby checking a few letters for her. None at all from the Opera Ghost. Certainly nobody has even heard from him since and a proclamation has been made that he was either gone for good or ready to make a comeback sometime sooner.
Madame Giry at that moment came upon one envelope with a blue seal; she cringed from its sight and tucked it away in her pocket.
She sighed, and felt a little bit sad to not hear from him. "I feel like a really miss that man." she said trailing off to the stairs.
It was two days before the play Romeo and Juliet should start. Everyone was just getting ready or relaxing for the meantime, but she knew she had to prepare herself with her new dress and this was no time for lagging.
Walking her way up the stairs she felt a cold breeze, then it became bigger as the doors of the Opera House flew open. Madame Giry rushed to the doors to close them, but the force of the wind knocked her back. A bright light flashed blinding her, she covered her eyes. No sooner had the strange light appeared it died along with the strong wind. Slowly, slowly she opened her eyes, bedazzled by the strange occurrence she picked herself up to look out the doors. There was nothing out side that looked phenomenal, no. Instead what she saw on the steps of the house were three young girls.
Blinking her eyes Vanessa gave a look around her surroundings and gasped. "What the heck just happened!?" her sharp eyes took one quick glance around. They were outside of Cerise Theater, but not even close to being in Cerise town! She noticed women in big frilly Victorian dresses, horse drawn buggies, and men in dark suits and hats. The citizens were just way too fancy! The question that first popped into everybody's mind was:
Just where in the world are they?
Priscilla did the first thing she could do, she yelped and jumped back in fright, last minute ago she was in the basement, now outside in some place? All she could remember was playing the music box then poof! She was there now she's here. "EEEEEEK!!! She shrieked in surprise, "Vanessa! Irma! What happened!? We're outside! But where outside?" she blubbered in fear shaking Irma's arm who was in a daze-like trance.
"It couldn't be….this place can't be!" she stared at something above their heads.
"It couldn't be what!?" Priscilla started to whimper, quiver and sweat.
Priscilla was of course high strung as you know and often went into panics when something weird or out of the ordinary happens, (exclude the time when a teacher came to school in a bunny suit). These are not the things she doesn't like to be dragged into.
"Guys no….it can't…." Irma began to say. Vanessa raised an eyebrow at Irma, and took hold of the girl shaking her. "Snap out of it Irm! Just what are you trying to say!? Quit acting so shady!" she yelled using her favorite word.
"If you know where we are spit it out!" Vanessa snapped angrier than ever, shaking her harder, still Irma remained in a daze, not even Vanny's slaps couldn't cure.
Priscilla looked around nervously; they were beginning to get stares from people. I mean who wouldn't? there's three oddly dressed girls, one of them slapping another like a maniac and a little kid standing there helpless. A few pointed and laughed.
"I'm awake already! Sheesh! You actually bruised my face with your mannish strength!"
Irma knocked Van's hands away, she was wide awake now.
"Don't call my strength mannish!" that word touched a big nerve, "And I wouldn't have to if you weren't acting so damn shady!'
"I was not acting shady! I was mesmerized!"
"Still shady!"
Not another word passed those two's lips as a scream came from across the street. All three heads snapped to the side to see three thugs advancing towards two ladies, one pulled at it and swung her around for her to let go, she wailed loudly, "Help! Help! I'm being robbed!" she and her friend were hoisted high in the air dangling from their bags.
Vanessa looked around for any sign of a person to attend to this sort of matter. Taking a few more glances none at all seemed to have been on the street. All there was were three 8th graders.
Priscilla's green eyes widened, "Oh No! Thieves!" she started to whimper again and turned to Vanessa and Irma, "We've got to help! We gotta do something!" she said pleadingly, still unsure if it was the right thing to do now of all times even in a weird place.
Irma thought of only helping whether it was right or wrong, she nodded at Priss and looked around for something to use. Dang! First thing I fall into some weird place, now I've got to take action? This is all too fast. Irma thought to herself unhappily.
A cart that held fruits glowed besides the stairs, an idea clicked in her head. She ran and grabbed one orange; she hurled it as far as she can.
SPLAT! It hit the back of one thug's head squarely. Immediately he stopped what he was doing, and turned around glaring fiendishly at the pink hooded girl. Without further ado he let go of the bag and thought of only one thing:
To Kill the girl in the pink hood
He charged towards her like a rampaging bull, Irma stood there like a helpless sheep. Quicker than a rabbit she hopped away before getting smashed in smithereens like the cart.
Oranges flew everywhere along with splinters of wood; Irma sped to Vanessa and Priscilla for safety. Unfortunately she slipped on an orange that rolled on the ground and fell flat on her face.
"YEOWCH!" she cried. The man picked her by the scruff of her neck and lifted her off the ground.
"YOU THINK THAT'S FUNNY EH!?" he drawled like a drunk. Irma glared at him intensely, unafraid but still wondering what to do.
"LET'S SEE HOW FUNNY IT IS WHEN I SMASH YOUR HEAD!" he pinned her against the wall he raised his fist to strike her.
Irma waited for the blow.
"HIIIIIIIYAAAAHHH!!!" KA-KRAK! The hand let her go as she slid down the rough wall.
She opened her eyes to see Vanessa holding her round boom-box she had stuffed in her backpack, and the man on the ground out cold..
"SCUMBAGS!" she shouted in her daring voice her eyes blazed icily like a ferocious dragon of winter. The other two thugs looked angrily at Vanessa.
A man with a scar across his face (Thug #1) bellowed, "John!"
The other with a moustache (Thug #2) snarled at her, "You sniveling little brat you'll pay for that!"
Both men rushed for her, Vanessa met them head on with a fox-like grin. Thug #2 bent down to grab her, but Vanessa amazingly jumped and ran up the wall, and did a back flip in midair. She landed on his back and back flipped off him and got behind. She kicked him mightily in the backside of his knee causing him to bent backward some, with all she can swung her boom box behind his head.
KA-KRAK!
The man fell down to the stony ground, dead silent. Vanessa gave a cheer with victory.
"Wow! Vanessa where'd you learn that!? Irma asked astonished.
"From Cheerleading in fifth grade!" she said, but victory wasn't complete yet as fist flew at her.
POW! Vanessa was struck to the temple sending her flying to the wall, she shrieked in pain and the boom box clattered to the side.
Thug #3 clasped his hands around her neck, his grip tightened and tightened. Vanessa choked for air struggling for him to get off. Colors flashed before her eyes.
Priscilla watched in terror as the villain began to strangling her friend, tears streamed down her face frozen in terror.
Go! A voice in her head yelled.
Do something girl! Hurry! It yelled even louder. Still she stood, motionless; it took a second for her to get the nerve to jump off the highest part of the stairs and onto the back of the man and chomped on his shoulder. He let out a yell of pain and started beating the red haired girls head; she could feel the blood red as her hair come forth. He swung her around trying to get her off, still she held onto him. With one mighty twist of his wrist he wrenched her off and threw her against another crate of fruits, knocking her unconscious.
"Bloody little cunt!' he spat at her. "Bet you didn't see that!"
"Bet you didn't see this either!" a voice called from behind him.
Irma charged towards him, she leapt to the air and gave a powerful kick to his face. The giant toppled over, Irma might've not been a sport player but her kicks were strong enough to send a colossal hulk down. As for the thug, his mind was spinning like merry-go-round.
The two ladies rushed over to the three girls, "Oh my gosh! Are you alright?" the lady in a big hat asked, her brown hair was slightly messed.
"Yeah, I'm, fine" Irma said picking up Vanessa who's head bled a bit, "But she kinda needs some small medical attention."
Vanessa gazed at the woman and her other friend with blonde hair, she carried Priscilla in her arms.
"This one is hurt, we should bring her in." she stroked Priscilla's red locks.
Vanessa asked worriedly, "Will she be alright?" her face filled with deep concern.
"Yes." The blonde lady looked at her with dark eyes, what Vanessa and Irma saw made them gasp in shock.
The one with brown hair looked at them confusingly, "Is something else wrong?"
Vanessa stammered and whispered under her breath two names, "Meg…..Christine?"