WOW…

Erik is extremely scary in this chapter.

POOR GERRY!

Disclaimer: I take full credit for what me and my mind come up with – things such as characters, bits of exploding scenery, etc. – the rest I give due credit to Andrew Lloyd Webber, Gaston Leroux, and Susan Kay.

Round Four: Forks Can Be Deadly

Gerry shivered, thinking of the frightening specter that was at that moment floating somewhere around him in a gondola.

Every once in a while a laugh would break through the silence and he would jump up and curse out into the darkness.

Erik watched from his place on shore, letting out a laugh from time to time to keep the "imposter" on edge.

He had tied the boat up and was now ready to have some fun.

Taking the snapdragons out of his pocket, he walked out into the water. When it reached his waist he stopped, checked Gerry's position, and then took aim.

All of a sudden, Gerry felt something explode against his head.

Jumping up in surprise, he lost his balance and went tumbling into the water.

Soaking wet, he popped back up, only to find that the boat that he was on a second ago was gone.

Panicking, he swam in a random direction, but was stopped when he smacked his face into a slimy, wet, stone pillar.

Blood spurting from his nose, he tried to move around it when, suddenly, a large explosion shook the column from ceiling to floor. Chunks of stone and plaster fell with sickening thuds onto his head and a wad of slime plopped into his open mouth. He sunk further down into the water as an evil laugh reverberated around the room.

Well, I used those up.

Erik tossed the empty pouch of snapdragons on the ground. He then pulled out a corkscrew, the hacksaw, and the reed.

Sticking the reed in his mouth, tossing his hat to the side, and unclasping his cloak, he waded into the water and then dove under.

Gerry was trying his hardest to stay afloat. Bobbing up and down, he waded through the water, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He was so preoccupied he did not see the reed glide past.

Beneath him, Erik smiled contentedly and sank the corkscrew into Gerry's right foot.

Gerry froze and then let out a, well, um,

he let out a squeak.

"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…"

He sank beneath the water, stunned.

Erik was ready and waiting with the hacksaw.

In under ten seconds Gerry's glorious mane of midnight black with chestnut highlights hair was completely taken off and his clothes and various body parts were slashed viciously.

Realizing what had just happened but refusing to believe, the mauled Phantom just floated there, slowly sinking to the bottom.

Sinking, that is, until Erik, deeming Gerry still torture-worthy, pulled him up and dragged him back to the boat.

He left him there, manned his own gondola, and started circling the shivering and weeping mass of flesh huddled in the bottom of the small craft.

"Have you had enough," he addressed it,

"Do you want to die?"

Gerry let out an intelligible mutter.

"Eh?"

Another mutter, this time louder.

"Will you please speak up, or shall I cut out your tongue?"

At this, Gerry, hissed,

"You…will…not…get…the…best…of…me…you…imposter."

Erik snickered.

"Just what I wanted to hear."

He pulled out a cheese grater and jumped lithely to the other gondola.

Roughly, he yanked back the other Phantom's head and shaved off both eyebrows.

Gerry screamed and tried to tackle Erik, but Erik just pinned him down and pulled out a few forks.

"Heh, heh, heh…"

"I find acupuncture to be a very useful thing."

He raised the forks.

"Maybe this will help with some of the aches and pains."

He plunged them into Gerry's back and shoulders, grinding them in for added "pleasure".

The poor Phantom just twitched and peed his pants.

Erik, sensing that it was time to end it, jumped back into his gondola and pulled out the rest of the kitchen appliances and his whip.

Throwing the metal objects like darts, he stuck Gerry in the rump, the legs, and the neck.

He then uncurled the whip and snapped it menacingly in the air.

"I know full well that what I did to you hurt a lot more than what you did to me."

He gazed out into the darkness.

"But, this opera house is not big enough for the both of us, so I have to take your life."

"And you to attempted to kill me. That, even if you were not posing as the Opera Ghost, would call for an immediate and painful death."

He snapped the whip again.

"I am sorry."

When he turned back, much to his horror, Gerry was gone from the floor of the Gondola.

A few seconds later he heard something get out of the water at the entrance to the tunnels and scamper off.

Erik tried to think of what to do, but all that came to mind was the image of Gerry, huddled in the bottom of the boat.

He shook his head and pulled Gerry's pilfered mask out of his pocket.

I am going to have to set more traps and block all the doors in my house.

I wonder if he will survive down here.

He headed towards the shore.

After all that I put him through, most likely not.

He jumped out of his gondola, gathered his discarded things, and then headed for the door to the lair.

I think I will just let him die in peace.

With that he entered his house and slammed the door.

WINNER: Erik

LOSER: Gerry

It is finished!

Ahahahahahahaha!

I am pleased to tell you that we will now go back to the regular Erik vs. chapters.

Finally!