(Come the next morning, there was no Nosgoth Theatre house left to speak
of. It was a pile of smouldering wood, charred marble, maybe one or two
walls if it was lucky, and a lot of soot. Since the Sarafan Lord and
Moebius had barricaded the front doors, everyone who piled out of the
audience seats and try to escape via that way were very unlucky. Thankfully
the Nosgoth fire team arrived before anyone became casualties, and they
were rescued.)
Random interviewed Seraphim: I owe my life to this trusty human, which broke the glass for me to escape. *pats a Sarafan Glyph guard on the back*
Marcus: *sitting with Faustus and Sebastian off near the Children's Daycare Centre* This is the last time I go to any play. I'm going to stick in the Upper City from now on, and I don't give a care if anyone complains about it.
Sebastian: And I'm going to take my anger out on all the people here later on because my cape was burnt.
Faustus: And I'm going to pretend that this was all a bad dream.
(The Elder God slides on by.)
Elder God: And I'm going home. Gods only knows what that dumb attendant of mine has done to the Wheel while I was away.
(The other Pillar Guardians also got out, but because they suffered severe third degree burns, were taken immediately to the nearest hospital so they could not comment to the news reporters on what happened to them.)
(The crew and the actors were also safe and sound. All of them were trapped onstage, unable to escape the fire that was about to consume them when Zephon came up with the brilliant idea of using Dumah as a battering ram. He couldn't exactly protest with so many people shoving him head first into the wooden, then cement wall as they made their bid to freedom. Melchiah managed to drag Janos out with him, while Raziel picked up the unconscious director by her legs and toss her out onto the grass. It took both Kain and Ariel, who knew that saving the theatre would be a complete loss, to drag Anamae out with them. She was jumping up and down with a lighter in each hand, screaming for the Theatre house to burn down faster as she danced merrily with the Fire Demons.)
(Outside)
Raziel: Well, that's that. The end of the show. *sees a wall cave in*
Turel: I wasn't able to say all my lines. *sniffs*
Zephon: Whatever. They sucked anyways.
Rahab: *calmly reading a book* And then they realized they were no longer little girls. They were little women.
Melchiah: Who here wants to go home? I'm sleepy and I need to work on my new gloves. *holds up the skin from the 2nd Benvolio that he killed*
Dumah: *still woozy* Wha-huh? Who's nothing...in the barn with-dancing bear.
Zephon: *grabs Dumah by the arm* Come on, we'll put you to bed. A few days to sleep everything off and you'll be normal once again.
(The Lieutenants headed off to the Sanctuary of the Clans while Umah carted Vorador, who had burns on his hands, back to Meridian and the Cabal. The original directress, who had been placed on the ground beside Anamae, finally woke up, looked around at the destruction before her, and said some pretty memorable words.)
Directress: What the %^YT%$T(%$T^ JV%G^(YY$ MY% l33T happened here?
Anamae: Fire. Burned. Burn baby, burn, disco...inferno! *laughs madly*
Directress: But my play, what-who...why?
Kain: *placing a talon on her shoulder* It's a long story. And I don't want to talk about it.
Ariel: Opening night was less than spectacular.
Kain: But it sure was hot enough!
(Everyone groans once again at the bad taste in comedy.)
Ariel: Kain, stick to moody seriousness. It's more you.
Directress: But the play and all my work....
(Anamae, bouncing over to the directress after fighting off the men in white suits who tried to place a straightjacket on her, gave a wicked grin.)
Anamae: There's the Theatre house just up the road. I'm sure they won't mind you going there and putting the play on in their area.
Directress: Yes, excellent! That is just what we shall do! *claps her hands and walks away* Work to be done, work to be done. I must get the crew and cast together again; recast for certain parts and the such but it doesn't matter. *voice fades as she walks away*
(Kain and Ariel, plus the rest of the cast and crew that stayed around long enough to hear this news, turned deadly eyes on Anamae. Everything fell silent. Not even a cricket chirped but that was because Jimmy had been burned as well. Anamae attempted a wide and cheesy smile at the growing mob.)
Anamae: Guys...please, how about we-
Kain: GET HER!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anamae: o_O!
(And that was how the opening night of Romeo and Juliet in Nosgoth came to a stunning end.)
~ ~ ~
(A white hospital room fills the viewers eyes. On a bed, in a body cast and watching television is Anamae, sipping Bubble Tea through a large straw.)
Anamae: Oh, hello there people. Yes, after they managed to pull all those people off of me, I was taken to the hospital to have my spleen fixed up, broken ribs replaced, shattered bones mended and cuts/bruises bandaged. Doc says I should be outta this thing in about 6 weeks. As for the play, I never got to see anything else but I was told that for the next two weeks it was a smashing success, without of course all the blood, gore, violence at the snacks stand, the fire, people dying on stage and the likes. Critics say something was missing from the whooping original. *gives a laugh, then moans as it breaks something in her chest* But I would like to thank you people, for reading this Shakespearian take-off from the original. My thanks to the following people...forgive me if I cannot get you all as I do have about 5 concussions going on at the moment.
Syvia: Many thanks for constantly reviewing and bugging me for the ending of this parody. ^^ Don't worry, you can pick up Lorant, Zofia, Cili and Adojan in the Burn Wards - they tried to play heroes and it didn't exactly work out the way they wished.
Ranmyaku: :) Thanks for reading Ran. And would you please pick up Ezra in the mental ward? The nurses think he might be telling other people that the only way for them to have eternal life is if they jump off the roof itself.
Jedi-And: I'm glad you enjoyed the parody of Shakespeare. Don't worry, the cast can't knock you unconscious while they're so busy recovering from the burn wounds.
Angel-Chan: *grins* You were the first person to review on first fic on FFNet and sticking through all the way. I can't thank you enough.
Raptor Red: Seriously, I'm glad that you enjoyed laughing your butt off for the whole story. Just please make sure to pick it up on the way out. ;)
Wise Man Domingo: Finally, more people to sign the petition for the castration of Moebius. *sobs* It means so much to get so many signatures!
GoT: ^_____________^ Thankees go out to you and your brainchildren! Please pick them up in the child daycare centre. Donovan wants the legos and is not giving any to any of the other children.
Mysterious Kat: Hey, be pleased to know that Zephon got out without a scratch. He did of course keep the dresses but shush, it's his little secret or so he thinks! ~_^
Bloodthirsty: Your Kain is well and alive and fine. Of course mentally he's not, but he can always play Romeo until the play gets so boring no one will wanna see it anymore.
Elashana: Haven't seen you around in a while, but all the same, thanks for reviewing and making it interesting!
Centaura Eblan: I'm glad Shakespeare got interesting for you with this fic. All you have to do is just add the proper characters; the bad things that can happen and you have a winner!
1: By putting up all the 1's, does that mean this fic is no. 1?
VladimirsAngel: Don't die laughing now; busting up a rib can hurt.
Anamae: *smiles* To everyone else, I'm glad that this fic was a good read, laugh, and whatnot for you all. Now if you will excuse me, I need to have my morphine. I deserve it. *presses the button for the pain relieving drug* Bliss....sweet bliss.
Random interviewed Seraphim: I owe my life to this trusty human, which broke the glass for me to escape. *pats a Sarafan Glyph guard on the back*
Marcus: *sitting with Faustus and Sebastian off near the Children's Daycare Centre* This is the last time I go to any play. I'm going to stick in the Upper City from now on, and I don't give a care if anyone complains about it.
Sebastian: And I'm going to take my anger out on all the people here later on because my cape was burnt.
Faustus: And I'm going to pretend that this was all a bad dream.
(The Elder God slides on by.)
Elder God: And I'm going home. Gods only knows what that dumb attendant of mine has done to the Wheel while I was away.
(The other Pillar Guardians also got out, but because they suffered severe third degree burns, were taken immediately to the nearest hospital so they could not comment to the news reporters on what happened to them.)
(The crew and the actors were also safe and sound. All of them were trapped onstage, unable to escape the fire that was about to consume them when Zephon came up with the brilliant idea of using Dumah as a battering ram. He couldn't exactly protest with so many people shoving him head first into the wooden, then cement wall as they made their bid to freedom. Melchiah managed to drag Janos out with him, while Raziel picked up the unconscious director by her legs and toss her out onto the grass. It took both Kain and Ariel, who knew that saving the theatre would be a complete loss, to drag Anamae out with them. She was jumping up and down with a lighter in each hand, screaming for the Theatre house to burn down faster as she danced merrily with the Fire Demons.)
(Outside)
Raziel: Well, that's that. The end of the show. *sees a wall cave in*
Turel: I wasn't able to say all my lines. *sniffs*
Zephon: Whatever. They sucked anyways.
Rahab: *calmly reading a book* And then they realized they were no longer little girls. They were little women.
Melchiah: Who here wants to go home? I'm sleepy and I need to work on my new gloves. *holds up the skin from the 2nd Benvolio that he killed*
Dumah: *still woozy* Wha-huh? Who's nothing...in the barn with-dancing bear.
Zephon: *grabs Dumah by the arm* Come on, we'll put you to bed. A few days to sleep everything off and you'll be normal once again.
(The Lieutenants headed off to the Sanctuary of the Clans while Umah carted Vorador, who had burns on his hands, back to Meridian and the Cabal. The original directress, who had been placed on the ground beside Anamae, finally woke up, looked around at the destruction before her, and said some pretty memorable words.)
Directress: What the %^YT%$T(%$T^ JV%G^(YY$ MY% l33T happened here?
Anamae: Fire. Burned. Burn baby, burn, disco...inferno! *laughs madly*
Directress: But my play, what-who...why?
Kain: *placing a talon on her shoulder* It's a long story. And I don't want to talk about it.
Ariel: Opening night was less than spectacular.
Kain: But it sure was hot enough!
(Everyone groans once again at the bad taste in comedy.)
Ariel: Kain, stick to moody seriousness. It's more you.
Directress: But the play and all my work....
(Anamae, bouncing over to the directress after fighting off the men in white suits who tried to place a straightjacket on her, gave a wicked grin.)
Anamae: There's the Theatre house just up the road. I'm sure they won't mind you going there and putting the play on in their area.
Directress: Yes, excellent! That is just what we shall do! *claps her hands and walks away* Work to be done, work to be done. I must get the crew and cast together again; recast for certain parts and the such but it doesn't matter. *voice fades as she walks away*
(Kain and Ariel, plus the rest of the cast and crew that stayed around long enough to hear this news, turned deadly eyes on Anamae. Everything fell silent. Not even a cricket chirped but that was because Jimmy had been burned as well. Anamae attempted a wide and cheesy smile at the growing mob.)
Anamae: Guys...please, how about we-
Kain: GET HER!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anamae: o_O!
(And that was how the opening night of Romeo and Juliet in Nosgoth came to a stunning end.)
~ ~ ~
(A white hospital room fills the viewers eyes. On a bed, in a body cast and watching television is Anamae, sipping Bubble Tea through a large straw.)
Anamae: Oh, hello there people. Yes, after they managed to pull all those people off of me, I was taken to the hospital to have my spleen fixed up, broken ribs replaced, shattered bones mended and cuts/bruises bandaged. Doc says I should be outta this thing in about 6 weeks. As for the play, I never got to see anything else but I was told that for the next two weeks it was a smashing success, without of course all the blood, gore, violence at the snacks stand, the fire, people dying on stage and the likes. Critics say something was missing from the whooping original. *gives a laugh, then moans as it breaks something in her chest* But I would like to thank you people, for reading this Shakespearian take-off from the original. My thanks to the following people...forgive me if I cannot get you all as I do have about 5 concussions going on at the moment.
Syvia: Many thanks for constantly reviewing and bugging me for the ending of this parody. ^^ Don't worry, you can pick up Lorant, Zofia, Cili and Adojan in the Burn Wards - they tried to play heroes and it didn't exactly work out the way they wished.
Ranmyaku: :) Thanks for reading Ran. And would you please pick up Ezra in the mental ward? The nurses think he might be telling other people that the only way for them to have eternal life is if they jump off the roof itself.
Jedi-And: I'm glad you enjoyed the parody of Shakespeare. Don't worry, the cast can't knock you unconscious while they're so busy recovering from the burn wounds.
Angel-Chan: *grins* You were the first person to review on first fic on FFNet and sticking through all the way. I can't thank you enough.
Raptor Red: Seriously, I'm glad that you enjoyed laughing your butt off for the whole story. Just please make sure to pick it up on the way out. ;)
Wise Man Domingo: Finally, more people to sign the petition for the castration of Moebius. *sobs* It means so much to get so many signatures!
GoT: ^_____________^ Thankees go out to you and your brainchildren! Please pick them up in the child daycare centre. Donovan wants the legos and is not giving any to any of the other children.
Mysterious Kat: Hey, be pleased to know that Zephon got out without a scratch. He did of course keep the dresses but shush, it's his little secret or so he thinks! ~_^
Bloodthirsty: Your Kain is well and alive and fine. Of course mentally he's not, but he can always play Romeo until the play gets so boring no one will wanna see it anymore.
Elashana: Haven't seen you around in a while, but all the same, thanks for reviewing and making it interesting!
Centaura Eblan: I'm glad Shakespeare got interesting for you with this fic. All you have to do is just add the proper characters; the bad things that can happen and you have a winner!
1: By putting up all the 1's, does that mean this fic is no. 1?
VladimirsAngel: Don't die laughing now; busting up a rib can hurt.
Anamae: *smiles* To everyone else, I'm glad that this fic was a good read, laugh, and whatnot for you all. Now if you will excuse me, I need to have my morphine. I deserve it. *presses the button for the pain relieving drug* Bliss....sweet bliss.