CHAPTER FIVE: THE DEATH OF THE IGNORAMUS
Raoul sat, quietly, plotting. He sat, discontented, scrolling through the book which would firmly secure his revenge. "Gosh, this dictionary makes for wonderful reading!" Raoul exclaimed, flicking through the pages of the book. "Fop . . . fop . . ." Finally he found the entry:
Fõp n = DANDY
Raoul stared down at the page. "Dandy? That's it? The word that has ruined my life is dandy?!" He fumed, then flicked through more of the pages, looking for the meaning of 'dandy.'
An hour and a half later, Raoul slammed the book shut, and smashed his mirror. "I am NOT a fop!" He watched the glass shatter and fall to the floor. "Those bastards will pay." He quickly returned to his dictionary to check on a few years and then sung:
RAOUL: You will curse the day you did not do.all that the fop- er.Patron asked of yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooou!!!!!
With that, he grabbed his letter opener, and stormed out of his room, heading towards the Opera House.
Carlotta walked along the corridors of the Opera House, checking that it was indeed, silent. There was no sign of life, all the actors were asleep in their respective beds *cough-managers-cough-no offence Raven-cough* . She quietly walked across the stage, and pulled back the curtain to reveal... a giant chocolate statue!? *don't be afraid of the author's twisted mind. Im running out of jokes* . The statue was shaped in the form of Signor Piangi, her lover (shudder). Carlotta stroked the cheek of the statue, then brought her lips towards it, and sort of . . . "kissed" it. Her kissing became more ravenous, and soon she was ripping at the statue, clawing out its eyes, chewing at its flesh (gory for a chocolate statue huh?). The fight was soon over . . . lets say nothing more. Carlotta closed the curtains quietly, and turned to see a horrific sight. Meg Giry's body, battered and bloody, lay on the floor in a twisted position, a look of terror in her eyes. Carlotta prepared for an extreme scream, but was silenced when a hand covered her mouth. "Mmph! Pmntm!" Raoul Vicomte de Changy grinned and laughed softly to himself. "Will you miss her? Dear little Meg? So innocent.so vulnerable.not that I did anything to her you understand.er.promise you wont tell anyone about this" the old Raoul said, escaping from his dark, evil persona and returning to his bright, foppish side. He quickly switched back. "You won't be telling anyone will you sweetie?" He stroked his hand against her cheek softly. "Ever again . . ." With that, Raoul thrust his letter opener in to the spine of Carlotta. She turned and twisted, as Raoul stabbed her over and over again. She froze, and fell to the ground. Raoul grinned cruelly. "How do you like me now Carlotta?"
Raoul sat, quietly, plotting. He sat, discontented, scrolling through the book which would firmly secure his revenge. "Gosh, this dictionary makes for wonderful reading!" Raoul exclaimed, flicking through the pages of the book. "Fop . . . fop . . ." Finally he found the entry:
Fõp n = DANDY
Raoul stared down at the page. "Dandy? That's it? The word that has ruined my life is dandy?!" He fumed, then flicked through more of the pages, looking for the meaning of 'dandy.'
An hour and a half later, Raoul slammed the book shut, and smashed his mirror. "I am NOT a fop!" He watched the glass shatter and fall to the floor. "Those bastards will pay." He quickly returned to his dictionary to check on a few years and then sung:
RAOUL: You will curse the day you did not do.all that the fop- er.Patron asked of yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooou!!!!!
With that, he grabbed his letter opener, and stormed out of his room, heading towards the Opera House.
Carlotta walked along the corridors of the Opera House, checking that it was indeed, silent. There was no sign of life, all the actors were asleep in their respective beds *cough-managers-cough-no offence Raven-cough* . She quietly walked across the stage, and pulled back the curtain to reveal... a giant chocolate statue!? *don't be afraid of the author's twisted mind. Im running out of jokes* . The statue was shaped in the form of Signor Piangi, her lover (shudder). Carlotta stroked the cheek of the statue, then brought her lips towards it, and sort of . . . "kissed" it. Her kissing became more ravenous, and soon she was ripping at the statue, clawing out its eyes, chewing at its flesh (gory for a chocolate statue huh?). The fight was soon over . . . lets say nothing more. Carlotta closed the curtains quietly, and turned to see a horrific sight. Meg Giry's body, battered and bloody, lay on the floor in a twisted position, a look of terror in her eyes. Carlotta prepared for an extreme scream, but was silenced when a hand covered her mouth. "Mmph! Pmntm!" Raoul Vicomte de Changy grinned and laughed softly to himself. "Will you miss her? Dear little Meg? So innocent.so vulnerable.not that I did anything to her you understand.er.promise you wont tell anyone about this" the old Raoul said, escaping from his dark, evil persona and returning to his bright, foppish side. He quickly switched back. "You won't be telling anyone will you sweetie?" He stroked his hand against her cheek softly. "Ever again . . ." With that, Raoul thrust his letter opener in to the spine of Carlotta. She turned and twisted, as Raoul stabbed her over and over again. She froze, and fell to the ground. Raoul grinned cruelly. "How do you like me now Carlotta?"