Chapter 5: RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!

Another chapter! Yay!

Disclaimer: I have about fifty cents and a dead battery. That's all.

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Before Christine could get back to the Opera house and try to go through her mirror to see if her Phantom was all right, Raoul grabbed her and dragged both Christine and the Phantom Beaver out into the cold Canadian winter.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE WE DOING OUT IN THE COLD? IT'S FRICKIN FREEZING, EH?"

Raoul blinked at her. "I'm saving you?"

"I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU, YOU IDIOT!" Christine shouted.

Raoul whimpered. "I saved you! And your blue scarf with the Toronto Maple Leafs emblem on it, remember?"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Christine shouted.

"But there's a maniac in there!"

"HE GAVE ME POUTINE!" Christine growled. "He is one of the nicest people I've ever met… except for the time I stole his mask… but that was the only time!"

Raoul put his arms around her. "Oh, you poor delusional soul!" he cried. "I'll-"

Before he could finish by saying, "protect you", the Phantom Beaver turned and gave Raoul the nastiest form of purple nurple ever (purple nurple is when you pinch someone's nipples REALLY HARD!): purple nurple by beaver teeth.

Needless to say, Raoul shrieked like the devil had raped him and went running into the Hockey Rink.

Christine blinked, shrugged her shoulders, and went into the Opera House.

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The Phantom of the Country Club groaned and threw himself onto his bed. His plan had totally backfired. He had fallen under the debris of a scoreboard; his beaver was missing, and Christine probably though he was an idiot now-

"Mister Phantom?" Christine's clear voice rang through his home.

Or not. The Phantom perked up and went running to the frozen lake, where Christine was standing, unsure of herself, and holding his sleeping beaver in her arms.

"PHANTOM BEAVER!" The phantom shouted happily, running and scooping his beloved pet from Christine's arms. The beaver opened an eye, glared at him, and then went back to sleep.

"He landed in my lap after the scoreboard fell." Christine explained.

"Ah…"

The two stared at each other, neither of them knowing what to say next. Finally, it was the Phantom who spoke up.

"So, eh…" he shrugged. "Do you want to come and have some hot chocolate and poutine?"

"Yes, please!" and the two ran off into the living room.

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If Raoul had been determined before, he was mad with longing for Christine after the purple nurple incident. Therefore, he was determined to get Christine's attention at the playoff party.

Unfortunately, when he arrived, he found that Christine avoiding him like the plague. Every time he came her way, she darted through the crowd and hid.

Instead of dancing with Christine as he had hoped, Raoul ended up spending the evening with Andre and Firmin; both of whom had decided that the Phantom of the Country club was no longer with them…

Until…

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"I'm sure glad that Phantom person is never coming back, eh?" Andre asked.

Firmin nodded. "I was worried he might come back, but-"

Suddenly a sexy man dressed all in red entered, carrying with him a binder of papers.

Raoul glared at Firmin. "You jinxed it."

"Hello, everyone." The Phantom growled, looking extremely sexy and threatening all at once. "You thought that I was gone, eh?"

"SHIZNIT!" Andre shouted.

The Phantom threw a puck in his general direction. "I have for you and Opera that I have written." He went on, "And, a few instructions."

Carlotta groaned. "What is it now?"

"Well, first of all, you need to learn how to sing and act without giving people nosebleeds." The Phantom growled. Turning to Piangi, he added, "And you need to lay off the poutine."

"THAT'S NOT VERY NICE! … Eh?" Piangi huffed.

Turning to Andre and Firmin, the Phantom said, "You two- you need to learn that I am the one in charge here. Not you. And you!" he whirled upon Raoul. "What is your problem, eh?"

Once again, the comment went unnoticed and Raoul just stared blankly at the Phantom.

The Phantom sighed and turned to Christine. He met her eyes and his face softened. "And you… you already know what to do."

"But aren't you going to be sexily threatening to me, too?" Christine asked.

"Alright." The Phantom grinned and, to humor her, he said, "You must do everything I say… OR ELSE!"

"AH!" Christine fainted into Meg's arms.

The Phantom turned and glared at everyone in turn. "YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!" With that, he vanished from sight.

Everyone was in a twitter after that, except for Raoul, who kept staring blankly at the spot in front of him. After a few moments, he perked up.

"OH MY GOD!" He screamed.

Everyone turned and stared at him.

"EVERYBODY, RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" He shouted, "IT'S THE PHANTOM OF THE COUNTRY CLUB, EH?"

Everyone rolled their eyes at the idiot in their midst and went back to their conversations as Raoul went running around the building.

Sue sighed and followed after the fop, though she would rather stay with her friends instead. "I suppose I should make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble."

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