A/n: Don't own anything except my personal stuff. Erik now begins his life as Anthony Edwards.
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February,1987
Yawning,the blonde haired 4 year old slowly pulled on a shirt and managed to get it stuffed into his pants. Black,as always. His green blue eyes surveyed the room for his backpack...but he had no idea where he'd put it. Yesterday had been his first day of kindergarten..and it hadn't been very much fun,honestly. The teacher didn't seem to care for him,nor did at least half of the students in his class. To be honest,he didn't really want to go back...but his mother had said he had to. 'Oh well,' He thought quietly as he velcroed his shoes shut. 'Teacher said I probably won't have to worry about school long..' "Anthony,love?" His mother called from downstairs. "Breakfast is ready!"
"Yay!"came the soft exclamation as Anthony raced downstairs. His father was already at the table,his mother was stationed at the stove. His mind flickered for a moment..a boat,that young woman with the brown hair...a lake and darkness...something....important...there were other voices..what was going on? He blinked and the image was gone. Anthony was used to this by now.....it had started happening even in day care. The young man sat down at the table as a plate was placed in front of him,smiled,thanked his mother,and began to nibble at the food. Even at 4 he felt empty sometimes..he wasn't the typical bouncy child. Usually,he would sit for hours at a time thinking things over. He was also the most intelligent child in his class.
He already knew how to add and subtract,he could do minor multiplication and division,he could read with ease,and he loved to build things. He also loved to listen to music,though not the typical songs children listened to. His heart melted at the sounds of Beethoven and Bach,and he often tried to sing along with the instruments,only to be asked later,by his parents,if he was intentionally trying to make their ears bleed. He ignored them,music was the only thing that could soothe the emptiness that seemed to consume him from within whenever he began to think just a little too hard. When he was finished with his breakfast,he spotted his backpack under the table,grabbed it,and headed off to catch the school bus.
When at last he was outside,he sat down on the curb to wait on the bus. Yesterday it had taken 15 minutes or so,he assumed it'd probably be there around the same time today,so he had some time to think. Humming under his breath silently he came to the sudden realization it was -that- song again. He could only faintly remember the words of 'and in this labyrinth where night is blind....'. 'Very nice lyrics,yes.' He always thought to himself,'Wonder what they're from?' For some reason he never understood,the words only drove that emptiness in his heart deeper. Anthony didn't have any longer to think on the subject. The bus pulled up,nearly running over his feet,and the door opened. The boy gave a slight sigh and pulled himself up then entered the vehicle,looking for a seat. As it was yesterday....nearly every single one had only one person.
'Great....'He thought as he walked past aisle after aisle,not even having to ask if he could sit beside most of them. They made it apparent he couldn't when their lunch boxes or their backpacks took the second seat. Toward the back,there was a small,brown headed boy with dark green eyes,sitting alone,shaking. 'He can't be more than 2 or 3...'Anthony shook his head as he blinked at the boy. "Hey..?"He asked softly,not really expecting an answer. The youngster jumped and looked back at him,whispering very softly,"Huh?" BEEP BEEP BEEP!
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October,2000
"Fuck."an 18 year old Anthony Edwards cursed as he knocked his head on his nightstand. He -really- didn't want to get up,but he was about three seconds away from throwing his overly loud alarm clock through a wall. It'd been such a nice dream too,the one where he and Mitchell had met. Slowly he managed to pull himself up then groaned. Something told him today was going to be a very.....very strange day. Unfortunatly,his senses on this sort of thing were almost always correct,and he really didn't feel up to this sort of thing today. "I swear to God...if Jennifer comes after me again Mitchell's gonna have to hold me back...."Anthony muttered as he stripped out of his night clothes and went to take a shower. 'Y'know,that girl gets on my nerves...' His mind muttered as he turned on the water and sighed. Like most young men his age,he'd have liked nothing better to have a girlfriend around him,but noone ever seemed to be the right one for him.
He began to hum softly,then sang under his breath,completely in tune,"Fear can turn to love...you'll learn to see to find..um.." The words after that just wouldn't come to him,he frowned and climbed into his shower,shrugging it off. Things like that had happened as long as he could remember. Anthony jumped as a knock came on his door,a very loud knock. "What??"He asked in a slightly shaken voice. Hardly anyone came into his room this early,and he had an inclining it wasn't anyone in his family. "I've been waiting downstairs for -3 hours- Anthony! What took you so long to get up?"Mitchell's voice drifted into the bathroom. Anthony groaned softly and began to bang his head on the shower wall,didn't Mitchell -ever- sleep? It was only 7 am,he'd been there since 4?! "Give me a few..I think I've got something sticky on my arm...."Anthony mumbled tiredly. Mitchell instantly roared with laughter outside the door. "Oh shut up..."He growled,making Mitchell laugh until he collasped against his best friend's bed.
"I swear.."Anthony muttered under his breath as he scrubbed himself,"If he gets anymore perverse I'm dunking his head under here with me..." He paused on that thought and gave an involuntary shudder. 10 minutes later,Mitchell had finally recovered enough to walk over to the door and beat on it again. This time it opened and he got a wet,soapy,wash rag to the face. "Ew..gross..."Mitchell shuddered as he peeled the thing off his face and placed it on the floor. The door had been open just long enough for Anthony to lob that thing at him,then it'd closed again. "Jerk.."He muttered and flopped down on the floor,looking for the controller to Anthony's Playstation. If nothing at all,he could always play a game while he waited. Just as the opening screen to Final Fantasy VII came up..the shower turned off.
Anthony slowly slipped out of the tub,wrapping a towel around his waist...then realizing,he had no clothes to change into. 'Perfect. Just. Perfect.'He thought as he eyed Mitchell...who's mind was completely in the game at the moment. Of course...appearances can be deceiving...Anthony had very little doubt that Mitchell wouldn't leap at the chance to rip the towel off his waist and shove him in the hall. After all,he had done it before and his mother had gone ballistic. "Ahem..er..Mitchell?"He smiled sweetly as the 16 year old put FF7 on pause and looked over at him. "What?" "You wouldn't be willing to...throw me some clothes...would you?"He tried to maintain the expression,but it somehow slipped into a frown. Mitchell blinked,twitched once,then turned the game back on,"Get'em yourself...but please tell me you aren't naked..." Anthony blushed,"No..." He started to cross the room,when Mitchell smirked,"Hope you aren't too -excited- about school then...." Anthony paused,cringed then glared over at his friend,"Very funny." Growling,he stomped over toward the closet...
And he felt the towel...slip.
Mitchell looked completely innocent...except for the white fabric he was sitting on. "GRRRR!"Anthony snarled and stomped over to his closet,throwing his clothing on as fast as he could as Mitchell gave a faint snicker. There was a soft yelp as his pants' zipper got stuck on a very sensitive bit of skin,and Mitchell bit his lip to keep from laughing. Anthony glared over at him,"Yeah...it's all so funny...ha ha. Shut up,will you?" "Bitchy.."Mitchell muttered as he continued to play,Anthony just sighed and shook his head. Damn pants anyway..this certain pair seemed to have it in for...other areas of his body. Once he was dressed,he searched for his backpack a moment before looking over at Mitchell,who had just entered Tifa's house in Nibelheim. "Bet you I can play Aeris' theme." Anthony blinked over at him,"Do it then." Mitchell grinned and began to tap out the code,Anthony frowned. "La la la la la la la laaaaaa.."Mitchell sang,completely out of tune. Anthony gave an involuntary shudder. He was involved in an upcoming chorus competition,Anthony was also one of the best singers in his class.
"Really Mitchell,sing it right."Anthony took a breath then sang out,"La la la la la la la laaaaaa." Mitchell shook slightly,Anthony's voice was perfect. He wasn't quite sure why he shook,but something about that golden voice always seemed to almost bring back memories. It took his mind away,it manipulated him..Honestly,it scared him sometimes.
The Playstation went off after a while,leaving his television on channel 3. Anthony began to run a comb through his hair as he sang softly,"Angel of music,guide and guardian,grant to me your glory..." The television copied him and both young men jumped. It was an advertisement for Andrew Lloyd Weber's Phantom of the Opera,and Anthony could have sworn he heard a snicker. The second a young woman in white came onto the stage he felt his body convulse. She looked so familiar...yet...not. Something was wrong....she was a good actress...but something was wrong about her look. As Overture came up,toward the end of the commercial,Anthony fainted.
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A young woman stood just out of his reach,younger than he was,but she looked so much like her...like the young woman who'd always haunted his dreams. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her either. She looked lost..upset...frightened...-something- was wrong,but he couldn't understand what. Suddenly she turned and ran toward him,but collasped just short of his arms. "Christine...?"He asked softly,one part of his mind wondering where that name had come from,the other being too cryptic to answer. She raised her head and blinked at him. He tried to move toward her but ran into an invisible wall as a voice in his head whispered,"Soon...but not now...soon Anthony..." "Anthony..?"
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"Huh...?"He murmured groggily. "Hey man..are you okay?"Mitchell was leaning over him with a brow raised. "Yeah...I'm...okay."Anthony half whispered. He was still in awe about what had happened. "Well get up. We've gotta get to school in 10 minutes."Anthony jumped at Mitchell's words. It took at least 15 minutes to get to school on a normal day,and it'd been raining all morning. "You're joking...shit.."He lept up,the girl driven from his mind,as he raced to grab his things and Mitchell went outside to Anthony's car. "Damn damn DAMN!"He cursed as he grabbed a piece of bread from the kitchen,shoved it in his mouth,and ran outside,following Mitchell. As soon as he got into the car,his friend poked him and grinned,"I lied. We've got 35 minutes." Anthony twitched.
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School went amazingly well through 3rd period. Jennifer seemed to be absent from all of her classes,Anthony's teachers weren't giving him trouble,and Mitchell's class had joined his that day. They were two years apart in school since Mitchell had been held back 2 years in kindergarten because of his age,though he could have been forwarded to Anthony's grade. He was certainly smart enough to be,the school system just hadn't done it. At lunch time,Anthony headed into the library to see if he could find this 'Phantom of the Opera' book. Surely there -had- to be one...almost every musical ever on Broadway had a book counterpart. There sat Jennifer in a cubicle,reading about something. She spotted him almost at the exact second he spotted her and let out a squeal,"ANTHONY!!" 'Oh..God...'He thought and took off toward the fiction section. She trapped him between a wall and the Narnia series shelf. "Honey,where have you been all day? I told you I was going to see you today...haven't you checked your locker?" Jennifer smiled as she moved closer. Anthony shook and moved further back into his corner,"No...and don't call me 'honey'. I'm not your 'honey' anything!"
Jennifer seemed to ignore what he said after 'no',"Aw...but I've been giving you all these sweet little notes! I told Mitchell to tell you...stupid little 10th grader..I figured he didn't have the brains to tell you.." Anthony glared at her as his fists clenched,noone insulted his friends without getting smacked..unless they were a girl. 'Damn her for being female..'He thought to himself as she continued. "Don't see -why- you hang around -him-. I'm SO much prettier...I thought you were more into me than him..." Anthony ground his teeth together,this time she was pushing it. His temper was usually thin enough,and she was seconds from setting him off. "Oh come on Anthony..."She whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You know you love me...just admit it to yourself.." Jennifer soon found herself against a wall with Anthony on top of her,glaring,his hands on her shoulders. "Leave.me.alone."He tried to sound calm,but his voice shook.
"Why?!" She cried,staring at him. Jennifer tried to squirm from beneath him but he was too strong for her. "Because.I.said.so."He whispered,his voice getting to that soft,dangerous whisper that was infamous school wide. She froze then nodded rapidly. The last person who had gotten him this mad had been out of school for a full week trying to heal up. He released her and walked off toward the 'L' section. "Leroux...Gaston Leroux..."He muttered,glancing along the shelf. At last he found it,though the copy was a little beaten up,none of the pages were missing. He began to flip through it as he made his way back to the checkout desk,frowning when the book dropped. "Page 16..? 'Count de Chagny..Christine Daae...?'" As the names left his lips he felt his heart swell,with rage and passion all at once,his ears filled with organ music for only a second before he collasped against the ground,shaking.
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When he awoke,it was nearly 4:00 pm,and he was in the nurse's office. Mitchell had his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against a wall,near the cot Anthony lay on," When the hell is he gonna get up..? We were supposed to be back an hour ago.." Anthony took a moment to remember that Mitchell was going to introduce him to something called role-play,online,today. Mitchell was very into the game,though from what Anthony had heard,he didn't think it would appeal to him. Of course,since it was Mitchell,he had talked the older young man into agreeing,and Anthony never backed out once he gave his word.
Around 4:30pm they finally made it back to Anthony's house. Mitchell instantly ran over to get on the computer and Anthony sat down to play a game. About three hours later,they switched and Anthony entered his first room on Yahoo!. "Here goes nothing..." He muttered as he typed up an intro.
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February,1987
Yawning,the blonde haired 4 year old slowly pulled on a shirt and managed to get it stuffed into his pants. Black,as always. His green blue eyes surveyed the room for his backpack...but he had no idea where he'd put it. Yesterday had been his first day of kindergarten..and it hadn't been very much fun,honestly. The teacher didn't seem to care for him,nor did at least half of the students in his class. To be honest,he didn't really want to go back...but his mother had said he had to. 'Oh well,' He thought quietly as he velcroed his shoes shut. 'Teacher said I probably won't have to worry about school long..' "Anthony,love?" His mother called from downstairs. "Breakfast is ready!"
"Yay!"came the soft exclamation as Anthony raced downstairs. His father was already at the table,his mother was stationed at the stove. His mind flickered for a moment..a boat,that young woman with the brown hair...a lake and darkness...something....important...there were other voices..what was going on? He blinked and the image was gone. Anthony was used to this by now.....it had started happening even in day care. The young man sat down at the table as a plate was placed in front of him,smiled,thanked his mother,and began to nibble at the food. Even at 4 he felt empty sometimes..he wasn't the typical bouncy child. Usually,he would sit for hours at a time thinking things over. He was also the most intelligent child in his class.
He already knew how to add and subtract,he could do minor multiplication and division,he could read with ease,and he loved to build things. He also loved to listen to music,though not the typical songs children listened to. His heart melted at the sounds of Beethoven and Bach,and he often tried to sing along with the instruments,only to be asked later,by his parents,if he was intentionally trying to make their ears bleed. He ignored them,music was the only thing that could soothe the emptiness that seemed to consume him from within whenever he began to think just a little too hard. When he was finished with his breakfast,he spotted his backpack under the table,grabbed it,and headed off to catch the school bus.
When at last he was outside,he sat down on the curb to wait on the bus. Yesterday it had taken 15 minutes or so,he assumed it'd probably be there around the same time today,so he had some time to think. Humming under his breath silently he came to the sudden realization it was -that- song again. He could only faintly remember the words of 'and in this labyrinth where night is blind....'. 'Very nice lyrics,yes.' He always thought to himself,'Wonder what they're from?' For some reason he never understood,the words only drove that emptiness in his heart deeper. Anthony didn't have any longer to think on the subject. The bus pulled up,nearly running over his feet,and the door opened. The boy gave a slight sigh and pulled himself up then entered the vehicle,looking for a seat. As it was yesterday....nearly every single one had only one person.
'Great....'He thought as he walked past aisle after aisle,not even having to ask if he could sit beside most of them. They made it apparent he couldn't when their lunch boxes or their backpacks took the second seat. Toward the back,there was a small,brown headed boy with dark green eyes,sitting alone,shaking. 'He can't be more than 2 or 3...'Anthony shook his head as he blinked at the boy. "Hey..?"He asked softly,not really expecting an answer. The youngster jumped and looked back at him,whispering very softly,"Huh?" BEEP BEEP BEEP!
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October,2000
"Fuck."an 18 year old Anthony Edwards cursed as he knocked his head on his nightstand. He -really- didn't want to get up,but he was about three seconds away from throwing his overly loud alarm clock through a wall. It'd been such a nice dream too,the one where he and Mitchell had met. Slowly he managed to pull himself up then groaned. Something told him today was going to be a very.....very strange day. Unfortunatly,his senses on this sort of thing were almost always correct,and he really didn't feel up to this sort of thing today. "I swear to God...if Jennifer comes after me again Mitchell's gonna have to hold me back...."Anthony muttered as he stripped out of his night clothes and went to take a shower. 'Y'know,that girl gets on my nerves...' His mind muttered as he turned on the water and sighed. Like most young men his age,he'd have liked nothing better to have a girlfriend around him,but noone ever seemed to be the right one for him.
He began to hum softly,then sang under his breath,completely in tune,"Fear can turn to love...you'll learn to see to find..um.." The words after that just wouldn't come to him,he frowned and climbed into his shower,shrugging it off. Things like that had happened as long as he could remember. Anthony jumped as a knock came on his door,a very loud knock. "What??"He asked in a slightly shaken voice. Hardly anyone came into his room this early,and he had an inclining it wasn't anyone in his family. "I've been waiting downstairs for -3 hours- Anthony! What took you so long to get up?"Mitchell's voice drifted into the bathroom. Anthony groaned softly and began to bang his head on the shower wall,didn't Mitchell -ever- sleep? It was only 7 am,he'd been there since 4?! "Give me a few..I think I've got something sticky on my arm...."Anthony mumbled tiredly. Mitchell instantly roared with laughter outside the door. "Oh shut up..."He growled,making Mitchell laugh until he collasped against his best friend's bed.
"I swear.."Anthony muttered under his breath as he scrubbed himself,"If he gets anymore perverse I'm dunking his head under here with me..." He paused on that thought and gave an involuntary shudder. 10 minutes later,Mitchell had finally recovered enough to walk over to the door and beat on it again. This time it opened and he got a wet,soapy,wash rag to the face. "Ew..gross..."Mitchell shuddered as he peeled the thing off his face and placed it on the floor. The door had been open just long enough for Anthony to lob that thing at him,then it'd closed again. "Jerk.."He muttered and flopped down on the floor,looking for the controller to Anthony's Playstation. If nothing at all,he could always play a game while he waited. Just as the opening screen to Final Fantasy VII came up..the shower turned off.
Anthony slowly slipped out of the tub,wrapping a towel around his waist...then realizing,he had no clothes to change into. 'Perfect. Just. Perfect.'He thought as he eyed Mitchell...who's mind was completely in the game at the moment. Of course...appearances can be deceiving...Anthony had very little doubt that Mitchell wouldn't leap at the chance to rip the towel off his waist and shove him in the hall. After all,he had done it before and his mother had gone ballistic. "Ahem..er..Mitchell?"He smiled sweetly as the 16 year old put FF7 on pause and looked over at him. "What?" "You wouldn't be willing to...throw me some clothes...would you?"He tried to maintain the expression,but it somehow slipped into a frown. Mitchell blinked,twitched once,then turned the game back on,"Get'em yourself...but please tell me you aren't naked..." Anthony blushed,"No..." He started to cross the room,when Mitchell smirked,"Hope you aren't too -excited- about school then...." Anthony paused,cringed then glared over at his friend,"Very funny." Growling,he stomped over toward the closet...
And he felt the towel...slip.
Mitchell looked completely innocent...except for the white fabric he was sitting on. "GRRRR!"Anthony snarled and stomped over to his closet,throwing his clothing on as fast as he could as Mitchell gave a faint snicker. There was a soft yelp as his pants' zipper got stuck on a very sensitive bit of skin,and Mitchell bit his lip to keep from laughing. Anthony glared over at him,"Yeah...it's all so funny...ha ha. Shut up,will you?" "Bitchy.."Mitchell muttered as he continued to play,Anthony just sighed and shook his head. Damn pants anyway..this certain pair seemed to have it in for...other areas of his body. Once he was dressed,he searched for his backpack a moment before looking over at Mitchell,who had just entered Tifa's house in Nibelheim. "Bet you I can play Aeris' theme." Anthony blinked over at him,"Do it then." Mitchell grinned and began to tap out the code,Anthony frowned. "La la la la la la la laaaaaa.."Mitchell sang,completely out of tune. Anthony gave an involuntary shudder. He was involved in an upcoming chorus competition,Anthony was also one of the best singers in his class.
"Really Mitchell,sing it right."Anthony took a breath then sang out,"La la la la la la la laaaaaa." Mitchell shook slightly,Anthony's voice was perfect. He wasn't quite sure why he shook,but something about that golden voice always seemed to almost bring back memories. It took his mind away,it manipulated him..Honestly,it scared him sometimes.
The Playstation went off after a while,leaving his television on channel 3. Anthony began to run a comb through his hair as he sang softly,"Angel of music,guide and guardian,grant to me your glory..." The television copied him and both young men jumped. It was an advertisement for Andrew Lloyd Weber's Phantom of the Opera,and Anthony could have sworn he heard a snicker. The second a young woman in white came onto the stage he felt his body convulse. She looked so familiar...yet...not. Something was wrong....she was a good actress...but something was wrong about her look. As Overture came up,toward the end of the commercial,Anthony fainted.
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A young woman stood just out of his reach,younger than he was,but she looked so much like her...like the young woman who'd always haunted his dreams. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her either. She looked lost..upset...frightened...-something- was wrong,but he couldn't understand what. Suddenly she turned and ran toward him,but collasped just short of his arms. "Christine...?"He asked softly,one part of his mind wondering where that name had come from,the other being too cryptic to answer. She raised her head and blinked at him. He tried to move toward her but ran into an invisible wall as a voice in his head whispered,"Soon...but not now...soon Anthony..." "Anthony..?"
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"Huh...?"He murmured groggily. "Hey man..are you okay?"Mitchell was leaning over him with a brow raised. "Yeah...I'm...okay."Anthony half whispered. He was still in awe about what had happened. "Well get up. We've gotta get to school in 10 minutes."Anthony jumped at Mitchell's words. It took at least 15 minutes to get to school on a normal day,and it'd been raining all morning. "You're joking...shit.."He lept up,the girl driven from his mind,as he raced to grab his things and Mitchell went outside to Anthony's car. "Damn damn DAMN!"He cursed as he grabbed a piece of bread from the kitchen,shoved it in his mouth,and ran outside,following Mitchell. As soon as he got into the car,his friend poked him and grinned,"I lied. We've got 35 minutes." Anthony twitched.
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School went amazingly well through 3rd period. Jennifer seemed to be absent from all of her classes,Anthony's teachers weren't giving him trouble,and Mitchell's class had joined his that day. They were two years apart in school since Mitchell had been held back 2 years in kindergarten because of his age,though he could have been forwarded to Anthony's grade. He was certainly smart enough to be,the school system just hadn't done it. At lunch time,Anthony headed into the library to see if he could find this 'Phantom of the Opera' book. Surely there -had- to be one...almost every musical ever on Broadway had a book counterpart. There sat Jennifer in a cubicle,reading about something. She spotted him almost at the exact second he spotted her and let out a squeal,"ANTHONY!!" 'Oh..God...'He thought and took off toward the fiction section. She trapped him between a wall and the Narnia series shelf. "Honey,where have you been all day? I told you I was going to see you today...haven't you checked your locker?" Jennifer smiled as she moved closer. Anthony shook and moved further back into his corner,"No...and don't call me 'honey'. I'm not your 'honey' anything!"
Jennifer seemed to ignore what he said after 'no',"Aw...but I've been giving you all these sweet little notes! I told Mitchell to tell you...stupid little 10th grader..I figured he didn't have the brains to tell you.." Anthony glared at her as his fists clenched,noone insulted his friends without getting smacked..unless they were a girl. 'Damn her for being female..'He thought to himself as she continued. "Don't see -why- you hang around -him-. I'm SO much prettier...I thought you were more into me than him..." Anthony ground his teeth together,this time she was pushing it. His temper was usually thin enough,and she was seconds from setting him off. "Oh come on Anthony..."She whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You know you love me...just admit it to yourself.." Jennifer soon found herself against a wall with Anthony on top of her,glaring,his hands on her shoulders. "Leave.me.alone."He tried to sound calm,but his voice shook.
"Why?!" She cried,staring at him. Jennifer tried to squirm from beneath him but he was too strong for her. "Because.I.said.so."He whispered,his voice getting to that soft,dangerous whisper that was infamous school wide. She froze then nodded rapidly. The last person who had gotten him this mad had been out of school for a full week trying to heal up. He released her and walked off toward the 'L' section. "Leroux...Gaston Leroux..."He muttered,glancing along the shelf. At last he found it,though the copy was a little beaten up,none of the pages were missing. He began to flip through it as he made his way back to the checkout desk,frowning when the book dropped. "Page 16..? 'Count de Chagny..Christine Daae...?'" As the names left his lips he felt his heart swell,with rage and passion all at once,his ears filled with organ music for only a second before he collasped against the ground,shaking.
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When he awoke,it was nearly 4:00 pm,and he was in the nurse's office. Mitchell had his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against a wall,near the cot Anthony lay on," When the hell is he gonna get up..? We were supposed to be back an hour ago.." Anthony took a moment to remember that Mitchell was going to introduce him to something called role-play,online,today. Mitchell was very into the game,though from what Anthony had heard,he didn't think it would appeal to him. Of course,since it was Mitchell,he had talked the older young man into agreeing,and Anthony never backed out once he gave his word.
Around 4:30pm they finally made it back to Anthony's house. Mitchell instantly ran over to get on the computer and Anthony sat down to play a game. About three hours later,they switched and Anthony entered his first room on Yahoo!. "Here goes nothing..." He muttered as he typed up an intro.