Hey people! This is my first fanfiction, so please be nice! And I am accepting all criticisms and suggestions. Just tell me what I'm doing wrong and I'll do my best to fix it. Now, without further ado, here is my very first fanfiction story!
The moment he walked through the passage behind the mirror, Erik knew he had to get away. Far away. Away from her.
"Christine," He felt a new wave of tears coming, but he pushed them back. He couldn't cry now. He needed to make a plan. He reached the end of the tunnel, a dead end. He pushed on the ceiling and it opened up, revealing a grassy field. He could see a forest from here, and he could hear birds.
He knew there was a harbour a few towns over. "Perfect." He thought to himself. He would wait for the mob to leave his lair, collect his things, walk to the next town and then stow away on the first ship he could. He would start over wherever it docked. He crawled out of the tunnel and took in his surroundings.
He could see the opera house blazing from here, destroying his home, his only safe haven. "Not so safe now though." He thought bitterly. He turned to watch the forest, waiting until the sun began to rise over the trees to return for his things.
When the first rays of dawn hit his face, he crawled back through the tunnel and into his lair. His heart nearly broke at the sight of it. His most prized pieces of art were gone, his boat destroyed, his organ smashed. They had even taken his music box. But his masks, every last one of them, remained untouched.
He grinned. "Maybe they thought they were cursed." He packed them into a bag, along with some clothes, any food and money that was left, and his music. He left everything else behind and started the long trek through the tunnel again. When he surfaced, he walked down the forest and began his walk to the sea. He walked for days, never stopping and only eating or drinking when necessary. After three days, he came to a harbour. He walked down the boatyard to find a ship that would carry him away from Paris, and any memories of Christine.
He eventually settled on a freight ship called Queen Anne's Salvation. It was large and regal-looking, and would be perfect for a long journey. He snuck aboard by distracting the crew with a few well-thrown stones, and settled himself in the cargo hold. When he felt the ship begin to sway from the ocean, and the voices overhead began to shout, he knew the ship had cast off and was carrying him to an unknown land. Only then did he allow himself to cry.