A/N: Hi, me again. Here's Wrath of the Deranged Chapter 2, although you probably know that already. :scratches head: And some lines will have parentheses ( like so ) around them to signify the character's thoughts and ones with underlines like so are my own comments :)woo

Disclaimer: Oh crap, forgot about this part. Yeah, well, you know the drill. I own nothing but myself.

Wrath of the Deranged

Part II

An unconscious Erik slowly starts to revive himself and opens one bleary eye. (Where am I?) he thinks as he slowly lifts his aching limbs from the floor.

"AH! YOU ARE AWAKE!" boomed a thunderous voice that made Erik's eardrums thrum in pain. (What the Hell!) Erik swears. He stands upright with much effort and scans the room. (Hmm, a square-ish room with a bed, two beds, AH! An organ! At least I shall not die of boredom here. Two more beds and a-)

Erik pauses and stares at the end of the hallway, since there was a large black mirror at the end For those who haven't put the pieces together yet, that's the one-sided window that covers up the entire wall in the conference room :P which looked vaguely familiar. (Oh no.)

Katz: Hey Daroga, our Sleeping Beauty is awake!

Erik: Daroga!

Daroga: Hello there Erik. How are you this fine morning?

Erik: Well, excluding the fact that I've just woken up from an unconscious sleep on a cold floor and find myself being held captive by you and some crazed authoress, I'm quite chipper.

Daroga: :whispers to Katz: He's gonna blow.

Erik: All right, Nadir, you had you're fun. Not let me out of here.

Katz & Daroga: NO.

Erik: Daroga, you know I have been calm with you so far. Now let me out before I seriously decide to maim you.

Daroga: I would love to see you try.

Erik: Dammit, you bastard. You've just signed your death sentence:does flashy thingy with Punjab lasso which we allowed him to keep: I know you're behind that black mirror! Let me out before I smash it to pieces! Trust me, I've smashed mirrors before!

Katz: :has recollection of the end of the POTO movie: Oh, don't bother Erik. You'll only hurt you're shoulder, seeing that you don't have any useful candelabrum at the moment.

Erik: You! You're the authoress of this fic aren't you?

Katz: That's me, suh :bad Western accent:

Erik: I want out, do you hear? Do you know I was in the middle of watching Christine perform a crucial part in her career!

Katz: More like you were watching her undress behind that fakey mirror of yours. :Daroga and Katz snicker:

Erik: :turns a new shade of scarlet: Well, it was a crucial part anyway! And you stole my idea of a one-way mirror! I had that copyrighted!

Katz: Nuh-uh! You were underground, man, how could you have a see-through mirror copyrighted?

Erik: Daroga did it for me, although I regret the praise I had given him for doing so.

Daroga: Praise? I'm sorry Erik, but I'm afraid I don't remember any praise I've received from you in my entire life! You treated me like an object rather than a being, your only communication to the outside world. You've murdered, abducted, stole, and cheated, yet you're the hero of every movie, novel, and fanfiction! While I was pushed to the side as a secondary character; puny, compared to the great Phantom of the Opera! But now, I will have my sweet revenge at last! Do you hear? REVENGE!

Erik: :was examining the organ: I'm sorry Nadir, did you say something?

Daroga: Wow, perfect opportunity to test my new powers.

Erik: Wait, what powers-

Daroga: :Does a wave with his finger:

Erik: :turns into the hottest pink imaginable. imagine hot pink that has been added with even more neon pink and shine a bright light on it. yeah, you got it: ARGHHHHHHHHH! My outfit!

Daroga: Pretty impressive for a beginner, eh?

Katz: Pfft, that was pathetic! The first spell I ever did when I became authoress was turn my sister small and flush her down the toilet. C'mon, you wanted revenge remember?

Daroga: Yeah, revenge. :furrows eyebrows: I got it:waves whole hand in a clock-wise circle:

Erik: :turns back to normal, then feels a tightening sensation in his throat: What are you doing Daroga-:voice becomes thin, high, squeaky, and has a certain feministic quality:

Katz: Agh! Daroga! You just ruined Erik's voice!

Daroga: Yeah, that tightening sensation was his vocal cords being filled with helium. It seemed the perfect thing to do; I mean his voice was the reason why Christine was drawn to him anyway.

Katz: Yeah, it's pretty impressive. But this is the Angel's voice we're talking about! If you ruin his voice, the Phans are going to maim us! Literally, maim us! I heard they got psychic bloodhounds now in case they find a fic they don't agree with!

Daroga: Aw c'mon! How harmful can a couple of Phangirls be?

Suddenly, from the outside, the sound of thousands of marching feet are heard with the song "Track down this Murderer." Crazy whoops and bloodthirsty cries of "Save Erik!" are chanted over and over. Barking is also heard, supposedly from bloodhounds.

Katz: Quick! Uplift the spell! They're coming for us! I can't do it for you, remember Rule Number 3!

Daroga: Okay, okay! I'm working on it:waves hand counter-clockwise this time:

Erik: :his normal voice is returned: I must say, that was the most frightening moment of my life.

The chants start moving away, and is soon is gone all together.

Katz: Phew. :flops onto leather cough: That was way to close.

Daroga: What were those, things?

Katz: Phans; a combo word of Phantom and Fans. Girls who mass together and support all things with Erik and despise all things with Raoul. If they had found us, we would have never survived. :dramatic music plays:

Daroga: What would happen if they had caught us?

Katz: Well, they would have first strung us up by our feet, then place us in a dark room. We would be starved for a few weeks, then they tickle us with feathers if we had managed to survive the starvation. If we're still alive, then they would force us to watch a show on how to use an abacus. To make us watch, our eyelids would be propped up with toothpicks. I have never known anyone to survive that last phase.

Katz & Daroga: :shudder:

Katz: Hey, Erik!

Erik: :lying on the bed, refusing to get up how rude: Yes?

Katz: Are you feeling lonely at the moment?

Erik: I've been alone my whole life, why would I feel lonely now?

Katz: Well, I was considering the fact that the atmosphere would be much more cheerful if a certain Miss Daae was brought in-

Erik: :bolts upright fast: Now that you mention it I feel very alone and it would be very gratifying if a certain person who has female characteristics was brought in to sooth my lonely and desolate heart. :starts humming "I'm so lonely":

Katz: Alrighty then! Daroga, if you don't mind.

Daroga: :waves hands in a sharp curve:

A person is swept into the room and falls onto the floor with a sickening "thunk." "OW!" it cries. Erik's face shows boundless joy, then confusion, and finally rage.

Erik: This isn't Christine! It's, it's…

Katz: Well, you wanted someone with feministic qualities. :shrugs:

Raoul: Oh, my. I seem to be stuck in a room with a very angry Phantom of the Opera. I wonder why he's so angry my Precious. :holds up a silver compact mirror and gazes lovingly into it:

Erik: the FOP!

Wanted it to be a cliffhanger, but didn't manage it so well…

So, now we're getting into some action where characters are now being accumulated into the torture room.

Hopefully, this chapter was more exciting than the last one, but I need feedback on it so…:hinthint:

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