Hey y'all,
Sorry for the lack of an update lately but I wrote this chapter entirely on my calculator after my math final and I was waiting for every one else to finish. Oh and then I was sooooo busy with work and everything that's been going on in my life. Hope you enjoy!
Dedicate this chapter to Fopkiller13 (lil bro), Selenia Rosedark, and Mezzo Princess, for without them, this story wouldn't be hilarious to read!
Disclaimer: Considering the fact that I wasn't even alive in 1910, when the Phantom of the Opera was first released to the public by Gaston Leroux, who is not my ancestor (I checked), just proves that I don't own the Phantom of the Opera.
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Erik had had it! These three girls, who had taken over his lair for the past week, were getting on his nerves yet again. It's like always, he comes to his house, and finds them laughing hard on the floor of his living room for no apparent reason. Quietly, Erik grabbed his Punjab lasso, and with a deep breath, entered the living room. The girls immediately noticed Erik with his lasso in his hands.
"RUN!!!" Renée screamed as her cousins headed for the kitchen door and she ran directly to Erik, who unfortunately noticed that she was aiming low. Tackling Erik around his knees, Renée flipped him over her head to make him land on the floor on his back. Running out into the hall, Renée headed desperately for the front door. Erik, on the other hand, threw out his lasso as one last desperate attempt…and caught Renée's right ankle in the loop. As she ran away, the loop tightened making her stumble to the floor. Grabbing out to anything in her reach, Renée flailed about making it difficult for Erik to pull in his catch. Suddenly, Renée's wrist made contact with a corner leg of the desk in the hallway. Wrapping her hand around the leg, Renée felt her body lift off the ground as her body was pulled in two different directions. Tilting slowly, the desk loomed over top of Renée's body. Looking up, she realized that if she hung on, her head would be underneath a desk, probably filled with scores of music, but if she let go, Erik would certainly kill her. Tipping slightly more, the desk made Renée's decision for her. Letting go of the leg just as the desk fell the last bit to the floor and curling her body into a ball, Renée evaded being crushed by milliseconds.
Allowing herself to be pulled by her ankle the last few meters to where Erik was tugging, Renée feverishly tried thinking up a plan to get herself out of what ever trap Erik was going to put her in. Talking, no good. Renée thought. Erik was in to mad of a mood to be talked out of tying her up. Distraction, again, no because Erik has the concentration levels of an assassin. What about…no that definitely won't work. But as Renée was thinking about all this, Erik was tying her up in a thousands knots with his lasso. Renée didn't realize this until Erik was nearly out of the room, when Renée found her hands tied behind her back, attached to her ankles.
Cursing at Erik quite loudly, Renée flexed her shoulders and her elbows until her legs and wrists were in front of her body. Wiggling her hands until the knots were loose enough, Renée slowly slid them, one at a time out of the rope. Making quick work of the knots that tied her ankles together, Renée stood up and looked out in the hallway which she was so ceremoniously dragged out of, she saw that Erik was no where to be seen. As quiet and as quick as a mouse, Renée scuttled out of the lair as her legs could take her.
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Walking through the Opera house at night was an easier feat than most people thought it could be, but then again, it's really easy when it's the dead of night, everybody's asleep in their beds, and you're walking on the planks above the floor. Renée certainly got to the meeting place faster than during the day time, when the cousins plotted out escape routes and meeting places when they weren't pranking anyone. Her cousins were naturally already there. Where was there exactly? Well, where would be the last place Erik would look, but the male chorus dressing room?
"We need to get back to the future." Ash stated.
"That we do but can we prank a couple more people?" Renée asked giving her cousins the puppy dog eyes.
"Fine but only three more." Jess said. "And we still need to get Christine and Erik to fall madly in love."
"I have a plan that will prank Carlotta, and another for the managers. But I have a plan that will show Erik that all he has to do so that Christine will fall madly and deeply in love with him is to show a bit of personality and compassion." Renée stated.
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So what did you guys think? I know short, but I will try to write more soon.
Well, until next time.
SOPROL
