Battle Royal
Or...
Phans vs. Rentheads vs. Mizzies vs. Jekkies
A/N: Not sure if this is gonna work out cause i dont know anything about Rent lol...Enjoy!
Prologue
Erik, the Phantom of the Opera arose with a sigh, crawling out of his coffin, subsequently stepping on his beautiful Persian feline, Ayesha, who scowled at him before running out of the room. Then he noticed that (God be praised!) his alarm clock had failed to go off! Moving over to his cupboard, he pulled out his finest silk cloak and shirt and proceeded to dress quickly, for he was scheduled to meet with Christine in less then an hour!
He skipped breakfast and found himself groping around for his mask. After finally finding it in Ayesha's cat-bed (Revenge I guess) he hurried to his boat and sped across the underground lake, dropping an entire score of Don Juan Triumphant in the lake ("Bless the photocopier!").
Finally, he reached the mirror which linked to Christine's dressing room. Adjusting his mask he breathed in deeply. This was his usual ritual before going into "Angel" mode. Then, as he reached the mirror, he noticed something was wrong. The device which made the mirror become see-through and moveable had disappeared.
The first thought which bore into Erik's head was "FOP!" Raoul Vicomte de Changy must have been here and sabotaged it...No that was far too complicated for silly Raoul. Erik had to think... Then, he heard a scream from the dressing room, "CHRISTINE!" He cried, terrified what was happening to his love.
"Hold her down, quick I can hear him!" A voice Erik had not heard before. "Who are you?! Leave Christine alone!" Then with a surge of strength which would have made any female phan's heart jump, Erik burst through the mirror. Christine was gone... There was a note lying on the ground. Erik rushed to it and picked it up.
"IF YOU EVER WAN'T TO SEE CHRISTINE AGAIN, COME TO THE PLYMOUTH THEATRE ON
BROADWAY THIS EVENING."
Da-Du-Daaaa!