Welcome to the Family. {Erick & Rhys & OPEN}

[thefantasy]

Puck was more than just mildly entertained at the aspect of the Phantom forcing Eric to fight. It was completely hilarious. The idea of Eric fighting was like saying that a penguin would willingly attack a lion. The thought and the mental imagery of both were equally stupid. However, Erik had other plans for his host, that didn't involve him using a nightlight every time the sun went down and curling up under the covers like a baby. No, the Phantom of the Opera should be mortified that his host was the complete opposite of him. Eric was afraid of the dark, while Erik thrived in it. Puck could almost hear the Phantom teasing and whispering his dark secrets to the boy.

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams, purge your thoughts of the life you knew before, close your eyes let your spirit start to soar, and live as you've never lived before.

That was entirely the problem. Living as he'd never lived before was no doubt terrifying to Eric. The aspect of death seemed to frighten the poor boy and the idea of pain was something he tried to avoid, like most normal individuals. The Phantom, Erik, was borderline sadist, while Puck was borderline masochist, and both lived for the thrill of the chase and the fight.

In fact, as Puck thought about it, Eric, right now, was more like Jamie had been as a kid. He was at an impasse, lost without his parents and facing a cruel world ahead of him. Jamie adapted rather quickly, facing a slight issue during puberty when he had to deal with the idea that he wasn't exactly straight. Fighting came naturally with a hidden Puck in tow, but it would seem that Eric hadn't had the right sort of influences to make that connection.

Now, it was really just sit and wait time. Puck had to see if Erik was really going to go through with his plan, and Rhys had been invited as well, so there was no telling what would happen. Puck watched idly as a pair fought, the crowd cheering them on. Crossbones and Jag, if he remembered right, were their names.

He could wait for a while...

[hbghost]

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"Erik, you can't make me do this."

Watch me.

The more Eric had resisted the force of Erik pulling him toward the Alleyway fight club, the stronger Erik became in deciding where Eric was to go. Ever since Erik had scheduled him a visit to what Eric thought was the scariest place in New York, Eric had been absolutely reluctant to do anything Erik had said. However, Eric was weak, since he did not know how to defend his mind against the dark forces of his inner soul, so eventually, Eric was forced to comply to Erik's demands.

I'm sure you won't regret it, Sport, Erik remarked casually from deep within Eric's mind. Just a few sessions a week, practicing your reflexes and such... trust me, after a while, you won't feel a thing.

What do you mean, 'I won't feel a thing'? Eric thought in reply, still desperately trying to pull away. Yes, I will 'feel a thing'! I'll get hurt! I'll die in there!

I won't let you, Erik reassured him.

For some reason, Eric thought as the entrance to the Alleyway came into sight. I don't trust that.

Erik didn't relax his grip on Eric's mind until they were well inside (to get in, Erik had simply stated - through Eric - that they had special relations with Boss Puck). By then, it had already been past the point of no return as Erik materialized beside the young man, looking for the table that Puck had reserved.

Ah, Puck! There's the table. Now, over here, you little bug, Erik chortled as he pulled on Eric's mind again, making him approach the table.

Throughout the length of the Phantom's presence within Eric, his control over Eric had certainly gotten stronger. The only thing remaining between the Phantom and Eric being at his complete mercy was a (good - there were way too many situations where Erik wished he could, but these situations were all too minor to be of any importance) reason to take control.

Besides, Erik figured after they were done with these courses, he wouldn't have to force control over Eric's mind anymore.

It would, hopefully, just come easy to him.