I am doing surprisingly well at updating every day. Er...won't be able to do it after this till Tuesday, though, cos I won't have access to my copy of the PotO film.

Mars-Just wondering, do we know any French words with the v? And what the heck, when I copy and paste it it doesn't even do the accent...whatever.

Om-*shakes head* I mean, seriously. She must've had a dictionary. Or...something.

Behold the next chapter. And I'm still listening to Sweeney, so yeah.

The sewers were dark. Surprisingly. Also, there were no random candle people shoving candles out of the walls, like someone decided to put in the PotO film. I honestly don't know why.

Marius was scared. "MOMMY!" he shrieked.

The Angel of Battle, henceforth known to us, though not to Marius, as Éponine, patted him on the head. "It's okay. Just follow me, hon."

Marius obeyed.

"In sleep she sang to me...in dreams she came...that voice which calls to me...and speaks my name."

Marius was scared. Again. "OMG WHERE IS THAT VOICEOVER COMING FROM?"

"Shut up," Éponine snapped. "It's a montage scene. You're the one singing."

"If you're sure..." Marius was doubtful. "It doesn't really sound like my voice...it's kind of...soprano-y..."

"All right; it isn't you," Éponine admitted. "Sarah Brightman offered to do it, and it wasn't like we could refuse..."

"Jeez, you already had Ramin Karimloo! Why couldn't you—"

"JUST GET BACK TO THE SCRIPT! Take it from the top, Sarah."

"In sleep she sang to me...in dreams she came...that voice which calls to me...and speaks my name. And do I dream again...for now I find! The PHANtom of the Barricade is there...inside my mind..."

Éponine led Marius VERY SLOWLY down some steps. And then...more steps. She was also carrying a huge-o flaming torch. Then she started to sing, but not in voiceover. Sarah Brightman left the scene to go get a coffee.

"Shoot ONCE again with me," she began. Marius looked around curiously. "At strange targets. My power OOOOOver you...grows stronger yet..."

CUT! Marius was on a random horsie. He looked back at where they had come from, probably wondering how they were to get back, as the sewers, in addition to being disgusting, were rather labyrinth-ish. He had obviously forgotten that Éponine knew her way around.

"And though you TURN from me...to glance behind...the PHANtom of the Barricade is there...inside your mind..."

Éponine helped Marius down from the horsie and I decide that I don't like Len Cariou as Sweeney. No, really, he isn't that great. Well, he's better than Depp, at least. And once you get over her Mrs. Potts-ness, though, Angela Lansbury is an awesome Lovett. What? The fic? Oh, right.

CUT! Éponine gondalaed (izzat a word?) Marius through the...stuff...in the sewers. You really have to wonder why she had to build her hideout or whatever that far from the barricade. Anyway, we are looking at the two of them from the back, and I can't tell whether Marius is singing in voiceover or not.

"Those WHO have seen your face...draw back in an emotion that is the opposite of glee...(that's just a guess, mind...since I don't know why else you'd cover it up with a mask)...I AM the mask you wear..."

"It's me they see!" Éponine finished.

"Your spirit and my gun!" sang Marius.

"My spirit and your gun!" sang Éponine, at the EXACT SAME TIME. I mean, these people have skillz, to be able to do that. Guess they're practiced from ALFOR, though.

"In ONE combined..." they sang... "The PHANtom of the Barricade is there..."

"Inside my mind..."

"Inside your mind..."

A chorus started up. "She's there, the Phantom of the Barricade...beware, the Phantom of the Barricade..." Marius responded by saying...

"Ooh, mist!"

"Shoot, my Angel of Battle!" Éponine cried, as a target appeared out of the mist before it. Marius obediently pulled his trusty gun out of thin air and shot at it.

"Shoot, my Angel!" Another target appeared.

"Shoot for MEEEEEEEEEEE!" And another.

"Shoot, my Angel!" And anotherandanotherandanotherand—

"We're HERE!" shouted Éponine, and epically swooshed off her swirly cape in a swooshily epic display of swooshy epicness.

Was this chapter, like, twice as weird as the others, or is it just me?

Eep. Just did a word count and discovered it was a terribly short chapter. Here. Have some candy because I'm very sorry. I have jolly ranchers and gum and jelly beans and gummy bears and a terrible, terrible feeling I could ramble on to you guys for hours.

But I won't.

So there.

So, do you have any favorite quotes? Do you think this is an awesome story? Do you think this is a terrible story? Do you like Les Mis? Do you like Phantom? Do you like Sweeney Todd? Do you have an allergic reaction to peanut butter? I'd love to hear from ya!

-Psycho Todd, the Demon Author of Fleet Street (What? I'm not gonna bake you guys into pies! Heh...heh...where would you get an idea like that?)