A/N- Wow, the sequel is drawing to a close (which stinks, because I'm only about halfway through with the threquel). Well, there're about four chapters after this one. I'm just gonna start putting my A/N and stuff before the chapter because it's... easier. Yay for more crazy Scott! Yeah, so I posted a phic! Whoo! The characters of Phantom are re-enacting Les Mis... it's called The New Production and should be quite insane. Go read it -cheesy smile-
nebulia- I go to a happy little camp in the NC mountains known as Lutheridge, but I assume that there were so many musical theatre geeks there only because it was Music Week.
Lola Pennington- My mom's cat's name is Lola. Because my cat's name is Koko, and she thinks Koko & Lola is funny. Sorry these chapters are so short! There's one in the threquel that's long enough to be its own story, if that makes you feel better.
Forseti- Elyse3 claimed John, nebulia claimed Ryan, Danica Enjolras claimed Rob, and La Epster wants Stuart. Looks like Scott's free, congratulations.
What! Three reviews? Where are you people? -feels abandoned-
Scott was hungry.
The last time he'd eaten had been that day... so long ago... he'd seen a man park his car outside a building and duck inside, leaving a paper bag on the hood. Recognizing the smell of food, Scott had dashed out of his alley, grabbed the bag, and retreated into the shadows.
That had happened about a week after the party, although Scott had lost track of time. It had been a long time since he had eaten, and an even longer time since he'd had an organized thought. This was all Scott knew.
His face, once gorgeous, had changed drastically. His cheeks were hollowed and dark circled had formed under his eyes. That sandy-brown hair was matted and tangled, and Scott was almost unrecognizable.
Had he been admitted to a hospital at this point, they would have locked him up.
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Nina leaned against the locked door, staring wildly at the horrible little thing clutched in her hand.
It showed one word in tiny black lettering – one word that had made her shattered world sink into even more torture.
Positive.
It would not be hidden. The ugly secret had to show itself.
Nina put a hand to her stomach.
She had to tell him now. Maybe he could still escape with his dignity.
Dignity...
Hers was gone, and she could see no way for it to return.
How long could she stay with the show? Would the others think it was Mark's fault? How could they?
She had to tell him – to let him out. She couldn't mar his purity with her shame.
Nina pulled herself to her feet.
A/N (again)- Crap, this one was short, too! Oh well. While I'm down here, feel free to review and check out The New Production. Hint, hint. Wink.
nebulia- I go to a happy little camp in the NC mountains known as Lutheridge, but I assume that there were so many musical theatre geeks there only because it was Music Week.
Lola Pennington- My mom's cat's name is Lola. Because my cat's name is Koko, and she thinks Koko & Lola is funny. Sorry these chapters are so short! There's one in the threquel that's long enough to be its own story, if that makes you feel better.
Forseti- Elyse3 claimed John, nebulia claimed Ryan, Danica Enjolras claimed Rob, and La Epster wants Stuart. Looks like Scott's free, congratulations.
What! Three reviews? Where are you people? -feels abandoned-
Scott was hungry.
The last time he'd eaten had been that day... so long ago... he'd seen a man park his car outside a building and duck inside, leaving a paper bag on the hood. Recognizing the smell of food, Scott had dashed out of his alley, grabbed the bag, and retreated into the shadows.
That had happened about a week after the party, although Scott had lost track of time. It had been a long time since he had eaten, and an even longer time since he'd had an organized thought. This was all Scott knew.
His face, once gorgeous, had changed drastically. His cheeks were hollowed and dark circled had formed under his eyes. That sandy-brown hair was matted and tangled, and Scott was almost unrecognizable.
Had he been admitted to a hospital at this point, they would have locked him up.
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Nina leaned against the locked door, staring wildly at the horrible little thing clutched in her hand.
It showed one word in tiny black lettering – one word that had made her shattered world sink into even more torture.
Positive.
It would not be hidden. The ugly secret had to show itself.
Nina put a hand to her stomach.
She had to tell him now. Maybe he could still escape with his dignity.
Dignity...
Hers was gone, and she could see no way for it to return.
How long could she stay with the show? Would the others think it was Mark's fault? How could they?
She had to tell him – to let him out. She couldn't mar his purity with her shame.
Nina pulled herself to her feet.
A/N (again)- Crap, this one was short, too! Oh well. While I'm down here, feel free to review and check out The New Production. Hint, hint. Wink.