"He will catch you his magical lasso!"
James Henton, a junior, sat crouched down as Joseph Bouquet in the rehersal in Springwood High's dirty and smelly autotorium. One of the lead baritones in the school choir, he didn't want a huge part but being in a play known as this should be exciting? With a fake gray beard and wig, some armature make up making him seem older. The six foot one crouched as if her were a toad about to pounce and play lead-frog. Sarah, who wore a blonde curly banged and curly long hair wig and a pink ballet out fit was the admirable Meg Giry. The person who played her mother, the twit Laramie stood in a black dress with a raven wig on that made her hair seem braided around her head with pale make up, making her usual baked tan face seem so fair.
"Joseph Bouquet hold your tongue! He will burn you with the heat---of his eyes!"
The school band started up the same theme to Notes getting ready for the end of the act, to where The Phantom murders Joseph Bouquet, Carlotta gets publicly embraced, and Christine and Raoul promote their love for one another just before the classic chandelier falls.
Despite the original direction, a seven foot tall zombie stood looming in the shadows. His one good eye glaring at the teenagers, filthy as the maggots that crawled on his skin to him, as they set up their play. Jason didn't like the noise and music, His hands gripped his machete handle almost in a death grip.his mind was small, he was a special boy. He didn't know that the child murder manipulated him in the form of his dear mother just so he can kill children of Springwood, so he can become alive again, and eventually come into the world..wreaking havoc to all the descendants and to all the children.
Only one thing he was not suppose to kill, which in that Jason didn't understand.
The Krueger family. Now known as the 'Burroughs' one.
All Jason wants is to have a little fun. And killing was oh so much fun!
"It's him! I know it! It's him!" Caitlin, or as Christine Daae says. She wore a brown wig, and a peasants boy costume. Her wig was tied in a red bow, in a low pony tail. She really never acted before, but since this was a small town and not a lot of people had much talent anyways.then it would be alright.
"Your part is silent! Little TOAD!" The Carlotta says, scolding Caitlin. Aidan Miller, the star who played Erik, spoke into the speakers, the only one who had to wear the same costume every scene, except Laramie of course. A regular tenor, he lowered his voice for some effect.
"A toad-madam? Perhaps you are the one who is a toad!"
The play was tomorrow, everyone did fine! As the ballet did a little segment of their dance, which they have been practicing on since a month ago, a loud scream was heard.
That was not apart of the play!
The director jumped out of his seat in furious rage! His femine voice squealed as he spoke. "That was NOT apart of the scene people!" He spoke in rage, which sounded like a hurt mouse.
James Hinton was dangling from a machete, impaled on it from his mid torso. Blood tripped from his lips and out of his wound. Caitlin saw this; she was possibly the only one who did not scream. She peered into the darkness, out into the hallway, and saw him.
She rushed out of the back stage area to the dark hallway. Jason stood looming behind her, His one good eye peering down, looking at her. She turned around slowly, and gasps, looking up at him with the same eyes that terrorized fear into the hearts of the residents of Springwood. A Krueger.
For some odd reason, Jason did not want to kill her. Something told him, even if he tried, something would happen to him. And besides, he could tell she was an innocent. He took one last look then turned and stalked away. Leaving the baffled fourteen year old to stare, her jaw agape.
But, what no one knew or could hear, in the musky dream world, a former Freddy Krueger stood, sharpening his blades and giggles darkly.
"More will die, and I'll he free!"
He grins, showing his black disguisting teeth. Soon, he'll see the world he longed forgot, and become a God!
Egotistical? Nah! But, first things are first. He needed an alliance, someone he could teach!
What would be better than his own grandchild?
AUTHORS NOTE: Its finally moving into a plot! There was a plot, but I figured this would be a long story, so it took time! *She claps as though she were Mrs. Klump in the Nutty Professor* CANDIE! CANDIE! CANDIE!
James Henton, a junior, sat crouched down as Joseph Bouquet in the rehersal in Springwood High's dirty and smelly autotorium. One of the lead baritones in the school choir, he didn't want a huge part but being in a play known as this should be exciting? With a fake gray beard and wig, some armature make up making him seem older. The six foot one crouched as if her were a toad about to pounce and play lead-frog. Sarah, who wore a blonde curly banged and curly long hair wig and a pink ballet out fit was the admirable Meg Giry. The person who played her mother, the twit Laramie stood in a black dress with a raven wig on that made her hair seem braided around her head with pale make up, making her usual baked tan face seem so fair.
"Joseph Bouquet hold your tongue! He will burn you with the heat---of his eyes!"
The school band started up the same theme to Notes getting ready for the end of the act, to where The Phantom murders Joseph Bouquet, Carlotta gets publicly embraced, and Christine and Raoul promote their love for one another just before the classic chandelier falls.
Despite the original direction, a seven foot tall zombie stood looming in the shadows. His one good eye glaring at the teenagers, filthy as the maggots that crawled on his skin to him, as they set up their play. Jason didn't like the noise and music, His hands gripped his machete handle almost in a death grip.his mind was small, he was a special boy. He didn't know that the child murder manipulated him in the form of his dear mother just so he can kill children of Springwood, so he can become alive again, and eventually come into the world..wreaking havoc to all the descendants and to all the children.
Only one thing he was not suppose to kill, which in that Jason didn't understand.
The Krueger family. Now known as the 'Burroughs' one.
All Jason wants is to have a little fun. And killing was oh so much fun!
"It's him! I know it! It's him!" Caitlin, or as Christine Daae says. She wore a brown wig, and a peasants boy costume. Her wig was tied in a red bow, in a low pony tail. She really never acted before, but since this was a small town and not a lot of people had much talent anyways.then it would be alright.
"Your part is silent! Little TOAD!" The Carlotta says, scolding Caitlin. Aidan Miller, the star who played Erik, spoke into the speakers, the only one who had to wear the same costume every scene, except Laramie of course. A regular tenor, he lowered his voice for some effect.
"A toad-madam? Perhaps you are the one who is a toad!"
The play was tomorrow, everyone did fine! As the ballet did a little segment of their dance, which they have been practicing on since a month ago, a loud scream was heard.
That was not apart of the play!
The director jumped out of his seat in furious rage! His femine voice squealed as he spoke. "That was NOT apart of the scene people!" He spoke in rage, which sounded like a hurt mouse.
James Hinton was dangling from a machete, impaled on it from his mid torso. Blood tripped from his lips and out of his wound. Caitlin saw this; she was possibly the only one who did not scream. She peered into the darkness, out into the hallway, and saw him.
She rushed out of the back stage area to the dark hallway. Jason stood looming behind her, His one good eye peering down, looking at her. She turned around slowly, and gasps, looking up at him with the same eyes that terrorized fear into the hearts of the residents of Springwood. A Krueger.
For some odd reason, Jason did not want to kill her. Something told him, even if he tried, something would happen to him. And besides, he could tell she was an innocent. He took one last look then turned and stalked away. Leaving the baffled fourteen year old to stare, her jaw agape.
But, what no one knew or could hear, in the musky dream world, a former Freddy Krueger stood, sharpening his blades and giggles darkly.
"More will die, and I'll he free!"
He grins, showing his black disguisting teeth. Soon, he'll see the world he longed forgot, and become a God!
Egotistical? Nah! But, first things are first. He needed an alliance, someone he could teach!
What would be better than his own grandchild?
AUTHORS NOTE: Its finally moving into a plot! There was a plot, but I figured this would be a long story, so it took time! *She claps as though she were Mrs. Klump in the Nutty Professor* CANDIE! CANDIE! CANDIE!