Soo last night I finished playing Mystery Legends: Phantom of the Opera. Here is a continuation of the ending! (I do have ideas for other chapters- so stay tuned.)

Backstory (if you need it): In this Mystery Legends version of Phantom, Raoul and Christine are married and have a daughter, Evelina, who I'd guess is around 17-19 years old. She's captured by the Phantom who, in the game both refers to Evelina as Christine ("I taught you how to sing here") and Christine as a separate person ("how could she betray me") etc. If you're wondering about the Phantom's mood, throughout the game you often hear his voice say things like "You will curse the day you betrayed me," and "You never should have left me" etc. He's pissed. You play games and solve puzzles to eventually open Christine's mirror and descend to the lake. The game ends as the Phantom is taking Evelina to his lair.

Enjoy!

Evelina closed her eyes. She couldn't be here. This couldn't be happening! She went through his entire game, his whole damned grand design. She went through all of that just to be buried away with this evil, and as he did not hesitate to remind her, heartbroken man. He interrupted her thoughts:

"Open your eyes, Christine. Look at your new home."

She refused. She held her head in her hands and Erik stopped rowing and grabbed her and tried to tear her hands from her head, but she fought back. He pulled harder and Evelina pushed him back. He laughed.

"You cannot win, my love."

Evelina screamed and pushed him so hard this time that he fell into his own lake. His hands were grasped tightly on her arms and she went down with him. She tried to swim away, but Erik already had his arms around her, pulling her the few feet to his lair. She riled under his grip; her squirming was relentless. She screamed.

They reached his home and he threw her down carelessly. She lunged at him and pushed him back a good couple inches. He smiled.

"Do not fight me, darling. It is most tiresome."

He wasn't ready for the anger in her voice. She sounded so like Christine, he shivered.

"I will never stop fighting you!"

She attacked him again, punching his chest over and over again.

"Never, never, never!"

After this, she suddenly felt tired. The entire game, the tedious clues, and the fact that she had been fucking kidnapped, all weighed upon her suddenly. She felt to the ground and began to sob. She wanted her mother, and she had a feeling her mother knew exactly where she was taken.

Evelina didn't see it, but as she started sobbing, Erik looked down for a brief moment with sorrow. He was sorry things had to be this way, but he lived long enough and hard enough to know this young girl's grief was not something he would let prevent him from getting what he wanted.

"Come. Your room will be here." Erik held out a hand to a door on the left side of his home, directly opposite of his own room. Evelina looked up from where she sat slumped on the floor, feeling defeated. But, even though she was exhausted, she fought still. She looked up at him, and was taken aback. It was the first time she looked at him for more than a couple seconds, like in those visions he so craftily devised. She looked down again, focusing on deep breaths.

"No."

"There is no point in fighting me, Christine. This is your new home. Your permanent home."

"I will never stop fighting you." Evelina said this even though she was tired and famished. She didn't know how long she had been in this place, and frankly it did not matter in comparison to how long she felt like she had been here. It felt like a year already. Erik held out his hand to help her up, but she rejected it and stumbled up on her own. She approached the open door slowly and curiously, and as his old manner crept back, Erik placed his arm on the small of her back to guide her in. At this, a wave of adrenaline washed over her and she jerked away from his touch and into the room.

If this were any other situation, Evelina would have almost called the room romantic, save for its dusty covering. Red velvet surrounded them. Curtains, carpet, bedding . . . they were all velvet, all enveloping. Candles were already lit; there were too many of them to count. She looked around and tried to discern who was in all of the pictures that lined the walls and stood on the dresser and small desk. She barely heard Erik say that he would knock on her door for her dinner. She jumped when the door closed and ran up to it, knowing it would be locked but praying it wasn't. She kicked the door and when that didn't work she started to drive her fist into it. Over and over, she let out her anger on that door, and the door won. Ten minutes went by as she wailed and hit it over and over until her entire hand was covered in blood. She didn't care. She would kill him if she could.

After pacing the floor in anger, regret, frustration, and any other bitter emotion, she slumped down on the bed. Suddenly, she sprung up, with an idea. She kicked her shoes off and ran to the desk that sat a foot from the bed. She opened each drawer furiously, looking for a gun, or a knife, or even anything heavy; something that could disable him long enough for her to get away. She should have known that the same thought would have crossed her captor's mind. She closed the last drawer and cursed under her breath. She looked in the wardrobe for good measure, but again found nothing. She turned to the trunk at the foot of her bed, hoping for anything. What she found, she wasn't ready for.

Every note, every rose, every piece of music, every scrap and every trinket having anything to do with Christine was in this trunk. Evelina figured as much. She looked under the bed, in the sheets, in every corner of that room, and nothing. The only weapon she had was her shoe if she chose to use it.

Finally, she gave up. Thoughts flew through her head a mile a minute; thoughts of her mother and father. If she was captured by the Phantom, how did she know her parents weren't harmed as well?

She paced the floor until she couldn't stand anymore. She grabbed one of her shoes, and climbed into the bed. She hated how comfortable it was, as the last thing she wanted to feel right now was at home. As soon as she put her head on the pillow, she was out. She would have cried herself to sleep if she wasn't so tired.

She had nightmares. Surprise, surprise. It was the Phantom. He was everywhere and she couldn't escape. She woke up screaming, with Erik's bellowing voice attempting to quiet her. She moved and realized her dress was covering the shoe she took into the bed with her. She stopped screaming.

As soon as Erik began to speak, she grabbed the shoe and wacked him over the head with it. She took off running; out of the room, onto the boat, and from there to freedom.

If she made it in time.

He grabbed her just before she reached the boat. She cursed openly.

"Tsk, tsk. That is no way for a lady to behave." Erik released her and she spit in his face. He held out his hand as if he was going to slap her, and she flinched. He retreated and sighed.

"You slept for two days straight. I'm sure you're hungry." Before he could continue Evelina scoffed.

"You think?" She looked down after this and noticed that while she slept, he had mended her bloody hand. She looked up at him again, even more curious. Erik fought back.

"Simple as this: you can eat or you can starve. Obey me, and you eat; fight me, and you starve."

Evelina looked down and nodded. She wanted to fight, but she needed to eat.

"Come and eat then." He led her into the kitchen.

Reluctantly, Evelina followed him. She didn't know how long she had been without food or water. When she got to the table he pulled the chair out for her; she couldn't say a word, she was in such shock. What the hell was she supposed to make of this man?

All thoughts quickly vanished when she took that first whiff of the soup Erik prepared for her. He was barely out of the room when she dug in. She devoured the soup along with the bread, cheese, and fruit that lined the table.

As soon as she felt nourished, she sighed with relief. She forgot, for one brief moment, that any of this ever happened. After the reality washed over her, she sat at the table trembling. What was she going to do?