I have to say, I am not quite happy with this. Here is again, La Ment readers, my pessimistic way is present. Sometimes, I just do not feel I did it well.
Have I captured the characters well? You know, that sort of thing. Not very much action in this chapter, mostly dialogue. Uh.. I have some ideas for the next one, but they're all iffy. Do not worry.
Ahh! What if I am getting writers block?
o.o Dread.
YiyangYoung: Well thank you, I do try to depict things well. Once I broke my head open, so I know how it feels in the hair. Ow! Once, I fell on my butt when Ice Skating(because I am a not so good one). And no! Do not apologize! I love longreviews!
someone: Oh, I know. While typing that I was like 'tisk, now she's got blood all over it.' But, I left it anyways. This chapter, when you read it, will probably answer those questions.
Or I can; yes. But later.
Kaz: Not VERY soon, but I do think I update alot sooner then most stories on this site. Glad you are enjoying it!
Ridel: Thank you, thank you. -bows- I was going for demention. And yes, I suppose your right so far. But then.. the ending would be plagiarizim. o.o
Willow Rose: Yay! Long review!
Yes, it is! And I agree, I like the hallway to. Mostly the dead body, I named him Charles. I want to poke him with a stick. He was mad I said he was unimportant, but we're friends now. The blood isn't what smells, it is the decaying Charles. I see your point though, it does not. If it was me(and not Meg) I could be having fun. Though, she had to have a certain level of dainty-ness for realism. XD 'Hey Meg, darling? When Erik says not to open a door, I bet you're going to listen to him now.' That would be logical thinking. I love suggestions! And like yours, the red rose. Perhaps I will use it, in a certain other kind of way. You'll see. Yes, she does. Without Erik, she is lost. Not exactly, but you know. Thanks!
Almost-Lost-Hope6: Didn't she though? I yelled at the TV and ran back into my room at the beginning. Startled my parents. I assure you, Erik is not going to become 'sweet'. Or something such as that.
jokarynn: I do it to spite you! .. Not really. I lie.
Erik can see the blood on her, but not in the hallway and what not. Not pretending. And no! My cold is not gone, it is awful. Rawr!
Sorry if this is not a very good 'fix' as I myself am very critical on this chapter. And I wish I could have updated more, stupid parents going to Mexico for a trip. Thank you for the compliments.
gerfan: XD Wow, yeah, it is kind of like Carrie, but with no stupid people making her go insane. Soon enough?
...Fears Within a Dream
Meg had lost track of time as she sat, working at wringing the blood from her dress. She shifted uncomfortably, guessing she had been sitting on the floor for much to long, as her right leg was numb and had fallen asleep. Meg glanced over at Erik warily, not wanting to appear to be whining as he certainly was doing most of the work. Which seemed unfair because Erik was not wearing her dress. Though.. as she thought about this, a most humorous imagine entered her mind. Shaking her head slightly, Meg turned her attention back on her leg, trying to figure out the right way to move it without bringing Erik's attention to her. Finally, Meg gave up trying to be carefully and simply sat up a bit, moving her leg outward, wincing as she did so.
Erik had stopped, letting go of her dress rapidly and stared at her. Meg smiled at him sheepishly and motioned toward her leg.
"It uh.. had fallen asleep."
"Right.. well, I have done all I can for your dress. Perhaps you should remove some layers." Erik murmured in response, turning his head away. Meg considered this idea but decided if anything, she would much rather remove her corset, as she found it subtly hard to breath. Though, she waved Erik off, determined to remain reserved.
"No, I am fine." Meg replied as she reached for Erik's cloak, standing gingerly, the carpet around her feet squishing from the blood. Meg let out a small sigh, pushing her hair from her face, realizing that when the blood dried further, she could be terribly uncomfortable but she stopped herself from complaining.
"If you say so, Mademoiselle." Erik said listlessly, standing and staring through her with a thoughtful expression. Meg tilted her head slightly with a questionable expression, opening her mouth to speak but was interrupted. "How do you know my name?" Erik said abruptly, glaring at Meg. Meg, whom was taken back, stepped away from him with a startled expression.
"Monsieur, how you do you my name?" Meg snapped, straightening up and composing herself. Erik keep his cold gaze on her for a moment then growled in irritation and looked away, turning and beginning to pace. "Are you going to answer me then? Or just parade about in an aggravated manner?" Meg commented coolly, waving her hand around to add emphasis to Erik's pacing- as if he needed any.
When moments passed and her witty comment was ignored, Meg began to grow irritable. Watching Erik pace back and forward with a strange sort of grace seemed to be gnawing at her nerves. She had to get him to stop.
"Erik, must you continue pacing?" Meg cried, stepping toward him though she quickly moved away when he shot her a chilling glare. Moments later he stopped, his back to her, arms akimbo.
"I am trying to think, mademoiselle." Erik growled, back still turned to her. An awkward silence lingered between them, and after some time Meg wondered if Erik was still thinking. Maybe he had fallen asleep? Perhaps he was daydreaming, or simply ignoring her.
"You know what I do not understand Monsieur? Is that you said everything was fake, right? Why am I covered in blood? And those scratchea on your face, how did you get them?" ... Silence. "Erik? Erik, are you listening to me?"
Meg did not understand it, she could try her best not to loose her patience, and to be polite, but he still did not answer. "Monsieur!" Meg yelled, stumbling back when Erik turned abruptly to face her.
"Mademoiselle, did I not instruct you to be quiet? You are going to get us found. Furthermore, I do not understand why you do not seem to comprehend a single word I tell you." Erik exclaimed loudly, he seemed less mad, more so just making a point. Meg blinked blankly at him, frowning when she found his speech quite unreasonable.
"Completely unfair, Erik. I have fallen into this terrible predicament with you. First of all, I am brought here, I find you. True, I have.. well, never mind that. My point is, you of all people are here, telling me of all this unreasonable nonsense. I was attacked; my knees were broken, with a pipe or something. Really, I am not in the mood to be lectured by you." As Meg rambled on, she found herself becoming angry.
"Lectured? No Mademoiselle, I am merely pointing out your foolishness. If you ever want to leave this place, then simply listen to me! It is truly so hard?"
"Well.. Yes, yes it is! You expect to just show up similar to some kind of hero and rescue me?" Meg snapped, turning away and scoffing. "Some bizarre tale this is. The Phantom of the Opera of all people." She murmured, glaring down at the floor.
"Do not be so moronic." Erik hissed, finding her whole outburst quite immature, "If you do wish to do this on your own, be my guest." He growled, snatching his cloak from Meg's hands. She glared at him as he swung his cloak back on, running one hand absentmindedly over the place where Meg had wiped her face off.
The hallway seemed to have darkened that same moment and Erik appeared to have not noticed; though Meg bet he simply did not care. It was then Meg began to wonder how Erik seemed so calm- excluding his obviously irritation with her. If this place knew all your fears, what exactly did Erik see? She thought about this for a moment, the only thing coming to mind was simply, Christine. No doubt he had put her through hell and back, as well as the people he had murdered? Perhaps they haunted him.
"Erik, what do you see?" Meg asked gently, wanting to be serious for a moment. Despite her feelings of Erik getting, perhaps, what he deserves. The little knowledge she knew of Erik's past keep her from being completely unsympathetic.
"Pardon?" He said quietly, turning in a motion which made Meg relieved. She had just stopped him from walking off.
"During the terrors, what exactly do you see?"
Erik became dead silent, as Meg suspected he would. He turned the visible side of his face toward her.
"Is it not significant." There was a long pause, then he continued. "If you would, refrain from interrogating me." Erik suddenly began to stride forward, cloak swooshing behind him. Meg ran after him, slowing down to a fast walk as she reached him and panting slightly. The previous experience had taken more out of her then she thought and Meg suddenly felt very drowsy. Surely, Erik would not allow her to rest at all so Meg forced herself to appear wakeful whilst glancing over at Erik. For a second, Meg thought of taunting Erik with a bit of logic but she managed to hold back.
For if Erik was allowing her to accompany him, she could indisputably see what he was hiding from her. Perhaps then, she would understand this ill-famed phantom?
Good, bad? I dunno, I think it was bad. GAH. -Throws a fit.- .. yeah. o.o Let us ignore that.
Thank you for wonderful reviews and even reading all this bizarre stuff. Update, er, by or on Thursday.
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