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 in the near future (I never did say what I did with Gerry)(Heh, heh, heh.). I will put reviewers in for a chapter or two 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.
Thanks to everyone who has reviewed these past few months! There has been a question of an Erik vs. Harry chapter. I might do it – I am not sure but if I have the time I will definitely do my best to come up with something.
Also, I am sorry for the long hiatus – it is just that I have been sooooo busy! I cannot believe that time has passed so fast! I am glad to writing again and hopefully I will be able to update regularly from now on! My writing might be a little rusty since I have not written in so long!
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 Notebook Cont'dErik awoke to an earsplitting screech. Groggily he inched open his eyes a crack and then abruptly closed them when a searing wave of pain crashed through his head.
"Nrgh…"
At the sound of the phantom's pitiful moan the Authoress zoomed over to the couch where he was sprawled out and knelt beside him.
"Erik!" she urgently nudged him.
"Erik! Wake up!"
"Urgh…"
Through the pain, the Opera Ghost struggled to register who was speaking to him. Foggily, he was returning to consciousness and he was remembering what had happened earlier.
"Please. My notebook has gone renegade and I need your help!"
Who…?Erik tried in vain to open his eyes once again.
Dear God, is that…?
"Pleeeeeaaaase!" the Authoress hissed desperately.
It is! It's that insufferable little…
"Come on! Please! Before it comes back!"
What is she…a notebook? Ugh…He weakly tried to clear his throat and then managed to gasp out,
"Go away evil woman…hope notebook will get you…"
The Authoress shuddered. The Notebook, a.k.a. "Legolas", had disappeared about a half an hour ago for some unknown reason. She had been desperately trying to find her way out of the cellars of the opera house only to find that she always ended up right back at the Phantom's doorstep. She was about to go into a different "hidden" passageway when she heard her injured charge.
She had hoped that he would be lucid enough when he awoke to maybe reason with. But now, seeing his zombie-like attempts to regain full consciousness, she realized that the possibility of escape was not looking too good for her.
Hello.
"Eeek!" The Authoress squealed in surprise as the Notebook whispered into her ear from behind and then, instinctively seeking protection, scuttled on all fours underneath Erik's sofa.
She glared up at the notebook-elf wearily.
Ha! You look like a crab! The Notebook snickered.
"Look who is talking…dandy." Her eyes narrowed and she scooted further back.
The Notebook bent down to stare underneath the couch.
Hey! Come out of there. I woke up Erik – he's all safe and sound now, so you can come and play Mexican train with Gimli and me.
There was stunned silence under the sofa for a moment and then the Notebook barely heard the Authoress whisper,
"Gimli…you…brought…Gimli…into…"
Hello, that's where I've been for the past half hour. It was met with more silence.
Underneath the sofa the Authoress was shaking with anger. This is not happening! That…thing is taking over my story. Argh! I cannot let it do this! It is mine…mine!
Angrily, she shouted,
"GIMLI! YOU BROUGHT GIMLI INTO MY STORY! YOU BASTARD NOTEBOOK! YOU ARE RUINING EVERYTHING!"
The Notebook straightened and huffed, No I'm not. And it's my story now. So, come on out of there!
"NO I WILL NOT COME OUT, EVEN IF YOU MADE VAN HELSING APPEAR IN A SEE-THROUGH LEOPARD PRINT SHIRT AND SPARKLY GOLD PANTS AND MADE HIM DO THE LAMBADA ON TOP OF ERIK'S COFFIN!"
The Notebook, upon hearing this, underwent a freakishly rapid mood change and hissed angrily,
You will get out of there…right…now…or I will drag you out and turn you into Raoul De Chagny. And you won't be the heroic version, I can assure you.
The Authoress twitched at its threat, but held her position.
"I will not yield to the likes of you!"
Fine, the notebook snorted, I hope you like being a man, which won't be for very long seeing as I'm going to string you up like a piñata, import a horde of Erik-loving Phan girls into the lair, and supply them with enough artillery to blow up half the continent!
It dramatically threw up its hands, releasing a wave of green, sparkly magic that flew under the couch. After a few seconds of frizzling and flashing all was silent.
The notebook smirked and said in a singsong voice,
Oh Roulie! Get that fluffy, blond head of yours out from under there!There was no answer.
The evil appliance frowned,
Raoul?It took a step closer.
Raoul? Is there something wrong? Are you stuck?Concerned, it knelt and peeked under the sofa. What it saw was not a cowering De Chagny but a sneaker sole, poised and ready.
Before it could react it was kicked hard in the face. Surprised and wounded, it gave a yelp and backpedaled back as far as it could.
As soon as it was out of the way a black blur zipped out from under the sofa and dashed to the opposite end of the room.
The Notebook stared, stunned, as the Authoress proceeded to grab the fire poker from the fireplace, some metal tongs, and a candle.
H…how did my magic not work on you? It angrily stomped a foot down onto the Persian carpet. I'm the one in charge now! I should be able to do anything I want with this story.
The Authoress glared at it from her position opposite it,
"I do not…wait a…aha!" A knowing smirk spread across her face. "So that is what happened."
The Notebook stomped its foot again.
What? It snarled.
"My guess," she pondered as she thoughtfully poked the wall nearest her with the fire poker, "is that since I am the creator of this story and not actually part of it I am immune to anything but physical force from the characters or the existing props."
She cocked her head in confusion,
"Technically, if I was still in charge I could change myself, but since I am not writing…"
She trailed off and glanced at Erik, who was conscious enough to be trying to feebly lift himself up to a sitting position.
The Notebook, standing near the couch with one hand still covering its injured but "magically" healing nose, tromped over to tower over the Phantom.
Ah, I see sleeping beauty has fully awakened, it commented viciously.
Still dazed, Erik's eyebrows creased as he processed what the elf-like thing standing by him said. Slowly, a look of absolute humility and horror crossed his shadowed eyes before his entire body went ridged with fury.
Mind and body rapidly catching up he hissed,
"Be very careful what you say to me, sir. You will not like the consequences of your insults, I can guarantee you."
The Notebook opened its mouth to reply, but quick as lightning Erik whipped out his lasso and tossed it toward his offender. A split second before the lasso reached it, the Notebook quickly made a gesture with its free hand and froze both the loop of catgut and the Opera Ghost.
Watching in horror, the Authoress tried to think of a way to help Erik, but could not. She was completely powerless. The only luck that she had was that she was immune to the changes that the Notebook could deal out.
Brandishing her weapons in anger, she charged the Legolas look alike.
"What have you done you horrible notebook!"
Seeing her running in its direction, the Notebook thought fast and with a wave of its hand magically dragged Erik in front of itself.
The Authoress skidded to a halt, not wanting to hurt the Phantom.
"Let him go!" She tried to shove the fire poker around him, but the evil office supply raised Erik's arm to block her.
Oh no you don't! It poked its head around the Opera Ghost's other side.
The Authoress whirled around and chucked the candle at it. It ducked and while it was distracted she darted around Erik and clamped onto the Notebook's head with the tongs.
As soon as it realized what had happened, it started panicking.
Arrrrrrgggh! Holy shit! My hair! Leggo! My beautiful hair!The Authoress pounced on it and it toppled over onto the rug. She growled and spat at it,
"Unfreeze Erik now or I swear to God I will rip your hair out!"
The Notebook trembled from its position on the floor and shouted,
Alright, alright! Just let go of the hair! It raised its hand and twirled it around. Suddenly, Erik slumped over and toppled to the floor next to them.
Groaning, he rolled onto his back and threw an arm over his head. Relieved, the Authoress jumped off of her captive and went to check on the traumatized Opera Ghost. As soon as she was off of it, the Notebook scooted as far away from her as possible.
You're crazy!In sheer terror it backed up against a chair and knocked it over. The Authoress, hearing the thud as it hit the carpet, turned her attention to the escaping "elf".
"Do not move if you value your life, you pointy eared freak!" She raised the fire poker that she had somehow managed to hold on to through all of the chaos.
The Notebook, sensing more violence in the air, quickly raised a hand.
Don't even think about it! Make one move and I will take complete control of Erik and make him toss you into the torture room.
"You would not!" The Authoress shrieked.
Oh yes I would! It made a gesture towards the sprawled out Phantom, In fact, I just did.
The Authoress fearfully glanced over to where theOpera Ghostwas now getting up, aches and pains forgotten.
You've become quite a pain – I need to control you somehow – so I've decided to have Erikins make sure you behave.
The Notebook chuckled in glee as it watched its handiwork slowly and menacingly approach. Scrambling up, the Authoress tried to reason with the nearing character.
"Erik! Snap out of it! Come on!"
He completely ignored her as he shuffled forward and stopped in front of her.
From its position on the floor, the evil office supply smirked up at its handy new minion.
Grab her and lock her in the mirror chamber Erik. It gestured off in its general direction. The Phantom, as if on autopilot, swiftly locked the Authoress in a steely embrace before she could react.
"As you command, mas…" He trailed off and started as if shocked. "What in the world am I doing?" Confused, he released the Authoress and took a step back. "How did I…? Who…?" The other two occupants of the room looked at him in shock. Then, as if someone had turned on a switch, the Notebook did another freakishly rapid mood change.
You imbecile! How dare you disobey me!Angrily, it whipped a huge green ball of magic at him, bowling Erik over and knocking him across the carpet.
Both froze as they stared at the Opera Ghost's smoldering form.
"Did…did you just kill him!" Worried, the Authoress started towards Erik but stopped abruptly as he surged to a stand. Scarred face twisted in anger and caked with dried blood from his injury; the Phantom was a gruesome sight.
"Master," He glanced over to where the Notebook was still squatting on the floor. "it would be my pleasure to…take care of…this annoying little pest."
Smugly, the Notebook looked towards where the Authoress was standing.
I really suggest that you go quietly. By the looks of it my servant would happily rip your head off if I let him.
Both furious and terrified, the Authoress, not wanting to comply and seeing no other option, bolted for the entrance to the tunnels that she was going to try earlier. Erik swiftly followed until the Notebook irritably shouted,
Erik, let her go! She'll just end up back here. Let her scamper around with the rats for a while.
The Phantom abruptly turned back and halted in front of his master. It hefted itself up, quickly rubbed its now healed nose, and stomped off, gesturing for the Opera Ghost to follow. He obediently did, trailing after it like a macabre specter.
WINNER: As much as it pains me to say this – The Notebook
LOSER: The Authoress
