6/27/10

Since I have utterly neglected to post this on the other two installments of this insane and ridiculous title, I will have to assume it is known to others, as well as to myself .. but, please, carry on .. but know that ..

Phantom of the Opera belongs to M. Leroux (though he is not dead, he is in my living room ... ) and not to me. I would love to own Erik for myself ... but I would have nagging phans bugging me day and night, without an end. Then there would those who would try to steal him, change him and make him strange, all without my consent .. and they would do something stupid with him, so I do not wish to own Erik - as I would also have to deal with Christine and her face.

Besides, it's MUCH TOO FUN RUNNING OFF WITH SOMEONE ELSE'S COPYRIGHT.

Speaking of which, I suppose that Erik now belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber. Ain't that a shame?

I had a lot of fun writing this!

beginning of part three

To be completely and utterly honest, Briana and Anna weren't their real names. It was Aevery Cornwall and Elys (pronounced Elise) McCormick. And her name wasn't Catlin. It was Princess Honeycomb XVII. But most people just called her "Bee". Yes, I had lied. I had to lie. Who would believe those other names? But they will stay the same .. as to not confuse anyone ...

So Briana and Anna (really Aevery and Elys) made their way down the black corridor, turning and twisting until it felt like they were walking over a pretzel. The only difference to that was that the corridor didn't smell like a soft and delicious salt-covered bread-type food. It smelled like water. And death. And feet.

Lol, jk.

"Briana," Anna said, tugging at her own red hair with anxiety, "I don't like the dark. This is really creepy. I want to go home."

"Yeah, me too .. I can't miss Naruto Shippudden ep. 34 (created by Masashi Kishimoto (c))!"

" ... has that even come out yet?"

"Um, it's been over a year since it started .. so .. yeah?"

"Hmm. Interesting ... "

Briana sighed, her shoulders hunching. "It's really very sad ... us being stuck here."

" ... I wonder what Cat's doing?"

"Right now?"

"Yeah, RIGHT NOW."

"Um, maybe eating?"

"Yeah. She barely eats .. when you look, but when you turn away ... she's a little porker!" Anna laughed hysterically, placing her hands over her shoulders in a Boohaha motion much like Rukia Kuchiki (BLEACH (c) Tite Kubo).

back home

Catlin, locked in her bathroom, scared out of her wits, felt like someone was laughing at her expense. .. someone ... close to her. ... and it was about something she did ... such as eating.

She sighed.

Oh, unrelated-sisterly instincts. Anna was laughing at her. Again. Curse her. Oh, the shame; all dignity, down the toilet! (And I'm not just saying that because she was hiding out in her shower.)

She mentally slapped Anna then immediately regretted it, hoping she wouldn't find out .. telepathically.

back in Paris(?)

Anna let out a grunt and threw herself across the hall, slamming into a wall.

"What the heck!" Bri shrieked, clasping her hands together at her face. "What are you doing!"

Anna let out a muffled sob. Or was it a laugh? She pulled away from the wall, her eyes crossed and dizzy. She fell back and Briana tried to catch her. Mega trust fall fail. The younger girl fell to the ground and hit her head. Again.

"Oh my gosh! I am sooo sorry! What .. what were you doing!"

The redhead stared up into the black room, not seeing anything. "I think I'm blind."

" ... open your eyes."

" ... I knew that."

back home, again

Catlin sat huddled in her bathtub, hugging her knees to her chest and whimpering. She could hear the calls of the Frenchman standing outside her door.

"Please! I can help you!"

She bit her lower lip, her eyes large and round like a puppy-dog. She was scared. Never before had she been left alone in the house; and never before had she been left alone with a stranger ...in the house. And this man claimed to be someone who died decades ago! Well, technically, if her friends had been able to walk through their TV then she had no right to question if the creator of the passage was alive or not. But she didn't care. TECHNICALITIES WEREN'T ESSENTIAL AT A TIME LIKE THIS!

"I know how to assist you, young Madame!"

"I'm not a Madame," she sobbed. "I'm not even dating!"

"Mademoiselle," he replied, "I apologize for the brief lapse in judgment .. it is just that you are so beautiful, I figured surely a man had your heart! A ring on your finger ..."

She glanced down to her left hand where her black mood ring sat, rather odd looking.

"I am not married. It's a mood ring."

"I can tell by your voice you are not in a pleasant mood - why must you use a ring to tell others?"

" ... am I really pretty?"

"Yes! By far, the most lovely woman I have ever set my eyes on!"

(Okay, stop laughing. We've been bashing her so far. She needs love too! Besides she wanted to go with Erik in the first place! NOT BRI & ANNA!)

" ... hmm," Cat considered this. Should she open the door to this strange man who, not only was hundreds of years older than her, but was also complimenting her? It was kind of creepy. But not creepy enough to warn this young, tender heart about the dangers of online dating sites! ... She leapt from the tub and dashed across the three feet of tile to the door. She unlocked it and pulled open the door to see the short man.

"YES! I WILL MARRY YOU!" she shrieked. When he looked at her in a mixture of horror and confusion, she stood up straight and cleared her throat. "Show me how to get my friends back .. dude."

"... Le-roux ... not .. dude ... "

"Yeah, whatever, man."

" ... who is this - "

"JUST SHOW ME ALREADY!"

He hastily grabbed her wrist making her pull back. "Do not worry! I know that way! For I .. wrote the book!"

"What! NOO!"

"Yes, it is true, mademoiselle." He then threw Cat over his shoulder and sprinted (as fast as he could) back out towards the living room. Instead of setting her down and instructing her on how to get through the portal into the Phantom World, he tightly held onto her and geared up.

"Please pardon my grabbing you in such a manner," he began, "but I must know that you make it through!"

"HUH?"

"I said, 'I am going to go with you'."

" ... no!"

The man ignored her plea and took off towards the TV at a super fast pace.

"Wait! You have to play the CD! YOU HAVE TO PLAY THE CD! Or we'll never make it through!"

"Do not worry; your distress is not making for polite conversation!"

"Polite conversation? Are you out of your mind!"

"Possibly!" He laughed maniacally, much unlike the Leroux she had imagined, and sprinted towards the TV. Gosh, it was taking a long time getting there. Finally he reached the television and barreled into it. The girl let out a shriek, afraid that it'd come toppling over on her, along with the man. No, she wasn't afraid of the tele landing on him. She was afraid of him landing on her. But, despite her very rational fear, it did not happen. She had her eyes squinted closed and didn't open them until she heard the man speak:

"We have arrived, mademoiselle."

" ... " She opened one eye then closed it to open the other. Deciding that it was moderately safe, she opened both eyes and looked around the fairly dark room. Leroux dropped her to her feet. She felt water seep through her black and orange striped socks. Why hadn't she worn shoes? Looking around, she saw that the room was very ... unique.

"Well, mademoiselle," M. Leroux began, bowing his head and taking Cat's hand into his own. "It is time."

"For what?"

He looked up at her and laughed. She was kinda creeped out by that. "For the wedding, of course!"

"What."

"Yes, you said so yourself! You would marry me!"

" ... I .. I .. I wasn't - "

"Do not worry! It is all prepared!"

" ... yeah, you ARE insane."

"Do not insult your future husband!"

"I ain't marrying you! You're old and grody!"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I said, 'you're old and grody!'. That's what I said."

" ... I do not ... anyway!"

"They had the word 'anyway' in 1911?"

" ... We shall go on with the wedding."

"Yeah, um, no thanks."

"But you have to."

"Why?"

"You said you would."

"IT WAS A JOKE. Okay? A joke. I was kidding! I wasn't serious!"

"But you are dressed for it."

"What?" She looked down to see she was in a creamy-white lace wedding dress. She felt a long veil brush against her arms. " ... what? What?"

"Yes! It is all arranged!" Laughing crazily again, the man grabbed Cat by her wrist and pulled her along behind him, all the way down the hall. He turned here and there; he seemed to know where he was going. That was strange, considering Cat had been obsessing over PoTO for the past three months and still couldn't figure out the hallways. Of course, there wasn't any sort of visual aid .. aside from the movies.

Finally the man pulled them through a passage and out into a room. There was an altar where a man in a priest's outfit stood with a table that held three candles. Unity candles.

"Wow," Cat said, staring with a deadpan.

"You are pleased?"

" .. ummm .. you're really creepy."

"DO NOT INSULT THE MAN WHO CREATED YOU LOVER!"

"Ohmigosh, I'm sorry!"

Leroux pulled Cat behind him down a narrow path made of stones toward the table. On either side of the stone squares was water. A lot of water. I mean, a lot. Like a lake, basically. Around the dark waters, which creeped the girl out, were walls. They rose up, made out of stone. High above them were areas where people could sit, much like Opera Boxes, all of which were embellished with red velvet and gold chairs. Torches were lit all around the circular room, giving it a creepy glow. Behind the table and altar were large rocks that jutted out of the water. Some rose up nearly 10 feet. And beyond them was a black wrought-iron gate that opened in the middle; it was in a fairly intricate design. She couldn't see anything behind the gate besides more rocks that created the floor and a blackness that she assumed was a cave.

M. Leroux walked awkwardly, jutting one leg forward, then the other. It was like he was trying to walk in a wedding/army type of way and Cat was being dragged along behind him, constantly hitting her shoulder against his head. Finally they reached the table where the Priest lit the large, short candle in the middle. For some reason, the wax cylinder reminded her of Gaston Leroux. She snorted at this thought then cleared her throat. How unladylike.

"The vows," the priest said, his voice low and raspy, as if he had been talking all of his life. She realized that he resembled M. Poligny. "We shall begin ... short."

"Huh?"

"Do you, M. Gaston Leroux, take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife?"

Lawfully? Cat thought. I thought it was awfully... this really IS awful, though!

"I do."

"And do you, Catl - "

"Cat."

" .. Cat .. ... " He paused.

She smiled. "I don't have a last name."

"Good thing I do!" Gaston replied.

Ugh. Gaston. What a ghastly name!

"Do you, Cat, take this man - "

"If you could call him that."

He pinched her.

"Owwie!"

" - as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"NO!"

"YES, she does.. she's shy." The man gave a quick wink to her. She shuddered.

"Gross."

"Now .. the rings."

"Oh, the rings... " Leroux replied, letting go of Cat's arm to place his chubby hands in his head. "That is what I have misplaced!"

"Too bad, so sad. Maybe next month we can .. uh, talk this over?"

"NO! We will get marri ... " he fell silent as his eyes caught something.

"What? Stop looking at me ..!"

He grabbed her hand and shoved it toward the Priest, "Look! She already has a ring! I .. I gave it to her, so I would not forget the wedding rings!"

"Liar!" she gasped, "I wouldn't wear a ring from you!"

"Not even if it was .. this!" He grabbed a diamond ring from his back pocket and shoved it in her face.

"Ooh. Pretty."

"Oh, I guess I did have the wedding band all along," he laughed before becoming utterly serious, "Let's get this on."

" ... uh."

"...the rings," the priest repeated.

"Oh, yeah." Leroux grabbed her hand forcefully and bent all fingers down except for the ring finger. "Just relax!"

"No! I'll never listen to you again! You ARE from the IRS, aren't you!"

"No!" He slowly slid the ring over her fingernail and then the first knuckle. "This is for your own good!"

"HELP ME! SOMEBODY PLEASE!" Her voice echoed in the large cavern of a room.

M. Leroux laughed loudly again, "No one will hear you! EVER!"

Just as she was about to give up, she heard a splash. She looked over quickly to see a few stray rocks fall into the lake, the water rippling around it.

"Haha, you thought it was your saviour!" Gaston laughed obnoxiously. Man, she was about to smack him. "It would be nice, for you, yes, but it is not to happen! He will never come! I have created him to love Christine too much!"

"Not so fast!"

She gasped dramatically and looked up towards one of the 'boxes'. A shadowed figure stood on the edge of the stone railing, his black cape fluttering around him like in a comic book, despite the fact that there was no wind in the underground cave.

"There!" she cried, pointing up towards him. Well, that wasn't obvious. Gaston turned his head and stared in horror.

"NO!"

"YES!" Cat shrieked, jumping up and down excitedly. She was making so much motion that Gaston couldn't hold her hand anymore. He slipped on the stone and fell into the water with a loud splash. The diamond ring flew into the air and landed on the large, lit candle. It caught on fire and burnt to a crisp.

"Wow, didn't think that was possible." Cat didn't even care that she was soaking wet. The man on the railing must have been holding a rope of some kind for he swung down and passed over the water, the tail of his cape barely skimming the surface. Before she could even blink, he had scooped her up, up into the air, and landed on a railing on the opposite side of the cavern. The masked stranger held Cat bridal style while overlooking the altar and lake. The entire thing was so epic, the girl could barely speak.

"Curse you, Phantom!" Leroux gasped as he pulled himself onto the stone slab with great difficulty. "I know where you live!"

"You do not!"

"I do! ... I know your father, as well!"

"You do not; my father is dead!"

"No, Phantom ... " Leroux said, standing up. Water dripped from his slightly bald head and, well, everywhere else. The stones were becoming soaked. Cat was surprised they didn't sink. The author held his hand in a fist and stared intently at the Phantom, "I am your father!"

"NOOO!"

"YESSS!"

Before Gaston could say anything else, the distraught man flew off into the darkness, carrying the young girl in the wedding dress.

It was one heck of a day for all of them!

end of part three

DON'T GET TOO EXCITED ABOUT IT. HOHOHO, YOU HAVE TO WAIT TO READ THE NEXT PART ... TO GET MY EVIL, DIABOLICAL PLAN!

Also, the place I described at the wedding .. I have no idea where that is. I've never seen the movie or finished the book, so please forgive me! I have a wild imagination ...

OHMIGOSH! EWW! I WAS TYPING AND THEN I SAW SOMETHING BLACK MOVE ON MY COMPUTER, RIGHT NEXT TO MY RIGHT HAND .. AND I LOOKED .. AND SAW A HUGE SPIDER! I DIDN'T WANT TO KILL IT CUZ OF ERIK, BUT IT WAS SCARY! WHERE DID IT COME FROM? THE CEILING! MY HAND!