Chapter 2 Disclaimer: I don't own the Phantom of the Opera.
When Poppy woke up she was mad as hell. "Breath in. Breath out." She kept telling herself. No use losing her temper now. And...and where the hell was she? She was sitting on stone. Cold wet stone at that. She was sure that she had fell off the platform and on to the tracks. But she was not on the tracks. Poppy felt around for her cane, hoping it was not broken. Thank the lord that it was not far and not broken. Groaning, she stood. If she was not on the tracks, where was she? Shrugging her shoulders she picked up her backpack and began walking...hell. Which way? Well, she figured, I am right handed so I will go...left. So turning left she tapped her way down the tunnel.
After 10 minutes she got tired of the silence and the sound of dipping water. So she started humming the first song that came to mind. Then really getting in to the annoying song, she broke out in to voice and she really belted it out,
So where were
the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls
Just the beer
light to guide us,
So we bitched about his fans and should we
crush his sweet hands?
Ziggy played
for time, jiving us that we were voodoo
The kids were just crass,
he was the nazz
With God given ass
He took it all too far but
boy could he play guitar
Making love
with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper
messiah
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the
band.
Oh yeah
Ooooooo
Ziggy played guitaarrrrrr
She let out a guttural growl letting the note go sour. She stopped and blinked as the last notes of the horrible song died, then doubled over laughing so hard tears came to her eyes. Suddenly she heard very faint footsteps. Poppy straighten up. "Hello? Anyone there? I fell off the platform, and got turned around. Do you think you can direct me back in the right direction?"
The footsteps stopped and Poppy had a vague sense that someone was staring at her.
XxX
Erik was on his way to give Christine her singing lessons, when he heard someone singing horribly. And the song it's self...he had shuddered. Normally he would have been furious that someone would be in his realm, but his curiously won out and he had to see who would sing such a song. Making no noise he followed the sound. He came upon a strange sight, just as the last notes died.
"Ziggy played guitaarrrrrr."
There standing by the stonewall was a strange dressed girl. She bent over, laughing. His eyebrow rose. How she could laugh, he had no idea. He shifted. She straightened up. How did she hear him?
"Hello? Anyone there? I feel off the platform, and got turned around. Do you think you can direct me back in the right direction?"
All he could do was stare at her. All she had to do was turn around and she'll see him. They were in one of the few-lighted tunnels. Throwing his voice so that it came from in front of her, but around the corner. "Qu'est-ce que tu fais?" He asked.
She gasped. "What?"
English. She spoke English. "I said, what are you doing down here?" He snarled.
"Got lost. I fell off of the platform back there. Are you one of the foremen?"
"Non. And there is no 'platform' here. Now got out of the cellars."
"Cellars? No. I was on the subway platform, and fell off."
This girl was crazy! "I don't care. Just go." He turned and began to walk away, when she spun and pointed at him.
"You moved! You were behind me the whole time! How cruel! I now have you pinpointed. Just because I'm blind, it doesn't mean I can't hear." She moved towards him, "Now can you help me?"
Now that she was closer, he could see her wearing smoked glasses, and caring a white cane. She had red hair that came to her waist. And tall too. Only a few inches shorter then him.
"No. Just go the way you came and you will come to a door. Go out it and never let me catch you down here."
She grinned up at him. "Now, did you know that you had just helped me, and yet you said you would not."
Erik opened his mouth, but found no reply to come forth. He glared down at her, and huffed, spun and stalked away.
