I am putting a little bit of a story line in these next few chapters. Just like I did for the Erik/Gerry chapters. It is all leading up to a big show down sometime near New Years (I never did say what I did with Gerry)(Heh, heh, heh.). I am thinking that I will put reviewers in for a chapter because I need people to be in the army. If any of you want to be in it, just put your appearance, personality,and a weapon in your review.
Thank you all of my reviewers!
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.
The Authoress vs. The NotebookErik walked into his lair, coming from a shopping trip above ground and carrying a mound of packages in his velvet-clad arms.
Nudging the parlor door open with his foot and staggering inside, he prepared to put his load down when he came face to face with what he believed to be a living nightmare.
Sitting there on the sofa, sipping a cup of tea made from his samovar, and scribbling furiously in her notebook, was the authoress.
Glancing up at him she chuckled sheepishly and said,
"Oh, hello. I am truly sorry for imposing, but it seems as though I am stuck here for some reason. My notebook just refuses to…"
She was interrupted by a shout from the shadowy form behind the boxes.
"Oh, no! You are not getting your devious hands on me again, you deranged woman!"
"I…" The Authoress reached out a hand, as if to try to calm him, but trailed off as she watched the Phantom toss his packages into the air, turn tail, and throw himself at the door. Erik almost made it, but in his hurry he snagged his foot on the edge of a Persian rug and went flying.
He crashed headfirst into an end table and toppled to the floor, unconscious, packages landing on top of him in a heap.
The Authoress sat there for a second, stunned, and then hesitantly whispered,
"Erik?"
When she did not receive an answer she carefully got up, eying the mound on the floor in front of her, and then cautiously approached the messy heap. She reached his head and knelt, grabbing the nearest packages and frantically tossing them off.
Leaning over and hefting a huge parcel off of his ear, she noticed that the wrapping was covered with blood.
"Oh…my…God."
"Erik!"
She shoved off the remaining boxes and bags and found that his porcelain mask was shattered and there was a huge, nasty looking gash across his cheek and forehead. It was oozing blood at an alarming rate, mostly from mask shards that had gotten embedded in his flesh, making his whole face look grotesquely sinister.
"No. Nnonononononononononono! Do not die! Please do not die!"
She tried to pluck the shards out of his cheek.
"I do not want to be the only authoress to kill off her main character by accident. I only said hello."
She looked around herself frantically.
"What do I do? What do I do?"
In her panic, she completely forgot about her notebook until she felt something poke her in the knee. Looking down she saw it floating there, about an inch off the floor.
Without hesitation she scooped it up and flipped it open to a fresh page, plucking her pen out from between the pages.
Just as she was about to write something that would hopefully help the sprawled out figure, scribbled writing started to appear across the page.
Hello.
She stared at it for a second, before realizing what was happening.
"Damn it!" she exclaimed, "It is just my luck that I purchased a possessed notebook! No wonder I could not get back!"
You know, you really should write your reply in the notebook before I answer; it's proper etiquette. I mean, look at Tom Riddle's diary. Harry had to write in it. But I can make an exception, seeing as you're in such an emotional state. Aren't you wondering how I can float? Huh? Huh?
It punctuated its last words with a shake.
"No! Just fix Erik!" She pointed it at the Phantom.
She felt it move, as if someone was writing on it, but when nothing happened she turned it back around.
No can do. I suggest you clean up that bit of blood on his face and drag him onto a sofa. He's not dying, just unconscious.
"What! Can you not just make him wake up?"
Technically, yes, I can, but I don't want to.
The Authoress glared at the notebook and hissed menacingly,
"WHAT…DID…YOU…JUST…SAY?"
No.
She dropped the notebook and got up,mumbling to herself,
"Now where does Erik keep the lighter fluid…?"
Catching what she said, the notebook shot in the air and headed straight for her, slapping her head and then floating up to an unreachable but readable height.
The Authoress turned,
"You have reconsidered?"
Not exactly. But I just wanted to tell you that Erik will be okay. And that this is part of the plot.
"WHAT!"
Sadly for you, yes, this is how I have written it. I took some …ahem…creative…ahem… liberties, since I left you alone that whole last chapter. Personally, I think I deserve it, considering what you put me through.
By this time the Authoress was holding a matchbox and the fire poker.
"Exactly what did I put you through?"
At her growl, the notebook shuddered and pressed itself up against the ceiling.
You used me as a shield! I almost got hit by a fork! And…Hey!She had tried to throw the fire poker like a spear.
Calm down! You wouldn't want to destroy your only way to get home, now would you?"Argh! That is right! You will not let me go home!"
She picked up a chair and threw it at the quivering rectangle of papers.
Eeeek! Alright! THAT IS IT!It swooped down from the ceiling and exploded with a poof, leaving a green-clad, bow and arrow-toting, longhaired man in its wake.
The Authoress shouted and dove behind the couch.
"WHO ARE YOU AND WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE LEGOLAS!"
The mystery man rolled his eyes, calmly walked behind the couch, and said,
Don't be such a drama queen. I'm me, just in a less damageable form.
She looked up, "Wha…?"
He bent down and swiped the matches out of her hand.
The notebook. Oh, and I like the character Legolas, that's why I chose this form. As to why I won't let you go back, I have something planned for you.
The Authoress shuddered and then jumped up, trying her best to look intimidating.
"You evil little office supply. You cannot just take over my story."
Sorry dear, but while you're in the story, I'm your tool to write with, and I have free will, so I can.
She stared openmouthed at the character clone.
"This cannot be happening to me."
The notebook turned and walked over to Erik. The Authoress followed, watching as it picked up the Opera Ghost and plopped him down on the nearest couch. Snorting, he turned around, and faced the Authoress.
Don't worry. Right about now Erik is having some very nice dreams. About Crabby Patties. And a certain sponge. He will be fine when he wakes up.
The Authoress just stared at him uncertainly.
You know what, I think we should play a game of Uno. It's best with two players, don't you think?
He put out his hand and a deck of cards sprouted out of him palm. He looked at the authoress, sighed, strode over, and picked her up. She shrieked and started cursing at him.
Come, Now! It's just a game of Uno. You would think that I had ruined your whole life by making you stay here for a few chapters.He walked into the kitchen, heading for the counter, but she grabbed the doorjamb and sobbed,
"I do not want to miss Christmas! Think of all of the candy canes and presents! And I cannot just abandon my Erik! He is lying there unconscious! Ple-eeeaaaaaaase!"
He smacked her on the rear, which made her let go and then dumped her next to the counter.
Stop it! I'm saying you stay because I have a lovely chapter planned and you have to be here or it won't go right. There's nothing you can say or do to make me change my mind.
He glared at her and then started to shuffle the pack.
Okay, we need chairs.
He snapped his fingers and two chairs from the Lord of the Rings Rivendell set appeared.
Sit down and play. Erik will wake up soon, so I want to get at least a few games in before then.
The Authoress glared daggers at the elf/notebook and sunk down into one of the chairs, exasperated. She muttered, too quiet for it to hear,
"I am going to get you for this, I promise you, you evil notebook."
WINNER: The Notebook
LOSER: The Authoress
Guess what chapter is coming up!
