Before everyone throttles me.. -Retreives a tazor just in case.- I had tesking, okay? It was its fault.. blame the High School Exit exams. I needed a well deserved break. Yeah.
So! I went a bit overboard because I have this whole thing in my head- and desperately wanted to add it in. So! In this you have my friends Charles and Willow Rose, and myself. And yes- when I talk, I sound like a little girl somewhat. Scary, I know.
So I did not read this over enough times- and probably have spelling errors, but I got lazy. So sue me.
jokarynn: Thanks! This chapter probably doesn't!
Willow Rose 3: I voluntarily put you in my story! Uh, hopefully you do not mind. Charles made the brownies, I watched him. He did it well. I was going to guy the mix and stuff you know, ready in the box, but he insisted upon making them by scratch. -Shrugs-
And I do like your story!
p.s. Yes, I think so as well. He looked nice in it.
Willow Rose,
It is hopeless pleasing you.
Sincerely,
Meg Giry
Dear Willow Rose,
That would be nice, as I am currently unconscious.. yet, do not fret. I can get myself out of trouble. Thank you for your concern.
Your thankful master,
Erik
Dear Willow Rose,
Let us see you try, love.
Sincerely,
'Deranged man'
Kate Norris: I think I was born with it. -Pokes self.- I think you'd be the only one to like the creepy guy! Which is amusing. Sorry this took so long!
Orli: That's okay. XD I think last time I did not log in whilst reviewing your story. I got lazy. Romance is teh evil. And thank you- I aim for the 'twisted'. Hopefully, this is good. o.o I wanted to add you in too, but I saw no opening. Sorry friend.
The Musician of The Night aka someone: I like to tell you that you gave me a wonderful idea with that! Thank you much! and- you flatter me.
...Fears Within a Dream
A blinding light shone into Meg's eyes, beckoning her to awake. She groaned, tilting her head as her vision blurred in and out of clarity. The single hanging bulb above her flickered and Meg was immediately aware she was lying down. Blinking as her eyes adjusted, Meg turned her head to the side and glanced down at her wrists, finding that they were strapped in leather straps, attacked to large metal clips that connected to the metal table she was laid upon. Meg shivered, moving her legs and finding the same thing appeared to have been done to them. She sighed in annoyance, irritated that she was restrained for the third time in this horrid place, not only that, but she was barefoot and wearing nothing, covered only by a white sheet that reach to her collar bones. Feeling a bit soupy, Meg began to examine the room. A long marble bar with two sinks spread the length of the room, and numerous metal cabinets hung above that. The glass doors of the cabinets allowing Meg to see the variety of bottles they held.
The sound of metal clinging against metal brought Meg's attention behind her. Clearly confused, she stared in perplexity up at what seemed to be a shower head support by a metal pole hanging over her. She gasped when a figure leaning over her blocked the light from the bulb above. Whoever it was, they were talking. The voice was definitely female and sounded subtly like a child, and another female voice responded.
"Is she awake?"
"Perhaps, either that or the medicine I gave her is making her have convulsions.. I hope so, that would be hilarious."
"Indeed."
The woman hovering above Meg placed her pointer finger on Meg's forehead and Meg flinched upon feeling a chill run down her spine.
"I'd say she's awake."
"Damn."
"I know..." The woman above Meg mumbled with an exacerbated sigh.
"Can she talk?"
"Nope, morphine and all that. We are probably just blurs, though I did not give her much.." Meg watched as the unclear woman waved her hands in front of her face. Meg's brow contorted as she tried to focus on the woman. Vision clearing for a moment to make it clear she was wearing a uniform of some sort and that her hands were gloved. Before Meg's vision was lost, she caught sigh of both the nametags. The one with the child-like voice's nametag read 'Rue' and other's 'Willow.' Meg mumbled, trying to speak but finding her words slurring.
"It speaks!" Rue announced as if something amazing had just happened, throwing up her arms and nearly loosing her grip of the scalpel in her right hand.
"It tries.." Willow responded in fact, smiling wickedly as she reached for a small hammer on the cart placed next to the metal table.
"Rue, you are going to hurt someone with that, love." A surprisingly feminine, though clearly, male voice added from Meg's left. Swiftly, Meg turned her head, vision cutting off again for a second before stabilizing. Before her, sitting on a empty table with his legs crossed, was a extremely pale man, dressed in clothes that reminded Meg of the attire worn during the French Revolution. His brunette hair was slightly wavy, and was pulled back lowly with a red ribbon. Carefully selected strains of hair remained to hang in his face, and upon his head was placed a black hat. Meg would have thought him handsome, if was not currently drugged and frozen in fear upon seeing a long stitched up slice through his cheek.
"Hush, Charles. Wait, why do I have this anyways?" Rue questioned in confusion, the noise of metal signaling her setting the scalpel back to on the cart, and her picking up something else.
"Is she not suppose to be with Erik?" Willow asked, a bit of malice in her tone. At the mention of Erik, Meg's attention turned from the man back to the two women, how did they know Erik? "We know everyone." Willow added as she immediately seemed to read Meg's thoughts, "Everyone in this house at least."
"If we knew everyone, that would be amazing."
"Undeniably, my friend."
"I know everyone." The male, dubbed Charles, piped up. Holding out his hand as he interrupted them.
"That is because you are highly social, but no, you still do not know everyone." Willow said, her death glare fading as her attention fell on Charles.
"..Point taken, but they all wish they did." Charles replied smugly.
"It is because he can cook." Rue added and Meg felt something placed on her forehead. She jolted in response, feeling a sharp sting throb through her head.
"So, why is she not with Erik?"
"The crazy guy must have screwed up, sent her to morgue instead. No worries, we will deliver her."
"May we take out her liver?" Willow asked hopefully, purposely comprehending the sentence differently, glaring at Meg.
"Well- no. Let us just stay with the original plan." Rue said, motioning to the hammer in Willow's hand.
"It will hurt her?" Willow said with a snicker.
"Most definitely. This will be the one last nightmare before all hell breaks loose."
"Could you both hurry up? I am due for dinner." Charles said with a sigh.
"Who are you going to dinner with?" Rue inquired, loosing her attention in Meg.
"Must I tell you everything?" Charles said flatly and apparently received a glare for he soon continued, "No one you'd know. Some aristocrats."
"Dead or alive?"
"..Dead."
"Wonderful! The dead make the best company." Willow said suddenly, though her attention quickly went back to the task at hand.
"Escort us Charles!" Rue demanded cheerfully.
"If you wish, of course I will." Charles said with a smile, gesturing toward Meg. "Hurry now."
"Oh yes! Okay. Now for my amusement and Willow's revenge.." Rue muttered, and Meg struggled against her restraints. "Now now, let us not do that. Pointlessness. Ready Willow?"
"Definitely." Willow said, lifting the hammer with a smirk and bringing it down upon the back of the spike Rue held, sending it though Meg's skull with one swift movement.
Meg screamed, an unimaginable amount of pain searing though her skull as she fell to her knees, holding her forehead as tears ran down her cheeks. Blood oozed from between her fingers, rushing down her arms and disappearing into the blackness that was smothering her. When suddenly, the pain stopped. Meg hesitantly removed her hands from her forehead, throat dry and scratching from her screaming. The click of lights sounded around her, two spotlights moving to aim their blinding beams at her. Meg squinted, placing her hand to her face to block out some of light whilst trying to see something besides the small stage she found herself standing on. She stepped back; examining herself and scowling when she found she was dressed much like a scanty-entertainer, completely with a feathered hat. Immediately disgusted, Meg tossed the hat from her head and threw it across the stage.
"Mademoiselle, the hat did suit you." A familiar voice mumbled from where to Meg's far left. A dim light shone on a piano, brightening to show the silhouette of the madman from before. Suddenly, he began to play the piano. A dreary tone, but alive with a sardonic like nature, a fitting impromptu for this man. For a moment, Meg felt afraid, but even more so- annoying.
"Stop playing that god-awful music and tell me what you want with us!" Meg shouted, moving toward the edge of the stage but stopping. Everything between the man and Meg was a sea of black. Us? Worry swept over Meg and she wished she knew where Erik was. Meg jolted as the man slammed his fist down upon a random set of keys, then turned in in his bench to face Meg.
"All right, my dead. Let us begin the game." He chuckled, motioning toward the middle of the blackness. "Reveal the prize!" Lights shone where the man was gesturing, and seemingly hanging in midair was a large metal cage. Inside was a catatonic looking Erik.
Gasp- Sorry all, I just have to end it there! Only three more chapter to go.. maybe less, maybe more. It matters if ideas strike me.
Reviews my.. -blink- reviewers!
