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This will again mean Sarah singing.

This will represent Erik (phantom) singing.

Sarah sighed in content as she looked around her. She had spray-painted a set of shades black and then set it up so that no light entered her classroom, and even more importantly no images or shadows went through the windows. Her secrecy was important to her, and nobody knew why her classroom was abandoned save the fact that the schools had a ghost running amuck and nomadic between them, and apparently this one was now one of the ones deemed problematic enough to create a hideout or domain for interrogation or torture uses in.

Most of what she did was to help her gain weight, since she was skin and bones and had almost zero body fat on her whatsoever, so she ate more chocolate than anything else as she eavesdropped on the new history class. Over the course of six months, she had fleshed out quite well, just enough to make her look as she had before. Sure, she was bigger now, and not just in the taller sense, but she was also able to restrain her body enough to make her look like a taller version of herself, wearing long pants to make it look like she was wearing platform shoes to make herself taller.

"Father," she hissed, and he jumped as he heard her. "Tell them to put on Masquerade from the Phantom of the opera. This is important, papa. It is needed to continue down this road."

Andrew nodded and went towards the DJ, and put it on, telling them to waltz as best they could or to just spin and move around as best they could. Sarah sang along with the music, hiding in the back of the lobby at the top of the stairs, where she knew no fool would go. After all, it had been banned, and they had warned the students by saying that the phantom liked to roam the top and bottom floors for no reason while completely ignoring the outer buildings, which was completely false, since she loved going round the whole school, just when nobody was around.

Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade
Masquerade! Hide your face so the world will never find you
Masquerade! Every face a different shade
Masquerade! Look around, there's another mask behind you
Masquerade! Burning glances, turning heads
Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you
Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds
Masquerade! Take your fill, let the spectacle astound you.

Sarah stepped out to the landing between the lobby and top floors as the beginning of the phantom of the Opera's theme began playing, and the lights were all turned out, even the vast majority of the strobe lights, leaving just enough light for her to be seen by all as she descended the stairwell. She was now wearing the old classical outfit that the phantom had worn when he had gone as the masque of red death during the Masquerade/Why so Silent scene, and this was yet another piece of her spectacular wardrobe that she had spent most of her time creating now that she was bored and eavesdropping. After all, every single one of her outfits was hand-made by herself. Nobody knew how she got her wardrobe except her and possibly her father, but if there were any doubts as to who was within the costume, they faded whenever they saw her descending the rest of the stairwell slowly in synchronization to the real phantom, who was able to see into her world that night instead of the other way around like it normally was. To his surprise, she also wielded a sword, only it was in the Japanese style instead of his English one.

Why so silent good messieurs?
Did you think that I had left you for good?
Have you missed me, good messieurs? I have written you an opera/a playwrite.
Here I bring the finished score – DON JUAN TRIUMPHANT!
Fondest greetings to you all, a few instructions just before rehearsal starts.
Carlotta/Our Carlo must be taught to act, not her/his normal trick of strutting round the stage/school.
Our Don Juan must lose some weight, it's not healthy for a man of Pianji's age.

Sarah smiled as she tapped her sword just barely onto the pregnant abdomen of the principal's wife, whose eyes had widened in horror.

And my managers/principals must learn that their place is in an OFFICE, not the arts!
As for our stars, the two Tiranti…/Miss Christine Daee…
No doubt she'll/they'll do her/their best.
It's true, her voice is good/These two are good
She/They knows, though
Should she/they wish to excel
She/they has/have much still to learn
If pride will let her/them return to me, her teacher/their sister
Her teacher.../their sister…

The three stared up at their two phantoms, both of the phantoms staring down at the ones that they were planning on stopping. The male phantom, who Sarah researched and found out his name was originally Erik, was staring at Christine and her engagement ring on her necklace, the one that Raoul had given her when he had proposed. Sarah was staring down at her brothers in pure loathing and hatred, wanting nothing more than to destroy them and their very way of life, or at least to shake them to their very cores.

"Your chains are still mine! You will sing/Work for ME!" Erik and Sarah yelled in unison as he jerked the engagement ring off of Christine's neck, while Sarah jerked off the two lockets that their mother had given them for Christmas, one with their picture on one side and hers on the other.

Erik ran forwards to the trap door he had waiting, while Sarah broke through and ran towards the school offices, throwing a match into the lobby to set it on fire, and continued on and raced towards the choir room, hiding amidst all of the choir clothes that were not being used. She'd had this planned for months yet, and had even had the fun of setting up the stages as she pleasured. Right as the music began playing again, she heard a noise from outside, and she peeked out in just enough time to see a couple, this one a senior boy and a freshman girl, coming in.

"Sean, don't," she said shocked as she looked down. "Hel-!"

"If you're smart, you won't scream," he snarled, and she widened her eyes. "The phantom is too busy trying not to get caught, and besides that, she's going to be watching the party to make sure her beloved brothers go unharmed. Those two stupid phantoms never once have come into the choir rooms, they don't even know this closet exists."

"Sean, please, don't do this," the girl whimpered. "I'll-I'll press charges!"

"Not if I strangle you with a dress," he sneered looking at the rack that Sarah was hidden within. "Now be still, and you'll be killed if you scream or press charges."

Sarah saw nothing but red.

I had orgininally wanted this to be a cliffie, but I suppose I owe you the next chapter in exchange for the long break.

Reviews will make a nice exchange for more chapters, though.