Negligence.
chapter 1-Disgust.
"Just look…one glance just one and then it will be over. You look once a year just to remind yourself of the true monster that you really are."
Erik sighed deeply sitting in front of his mirrors, no other hell than his very own torture chamber. The room was in the shape of an octagon, massive mirrors covered the walls the ceiling and the floor were black as onyx , The ceiling raising to a grand height of fifteen feet. The chamber was empty except for a lowly creature in the middle of the room, Sitting upon a small stool.
As he removed his mask he could not help but shake at the sight, mirrored around him. What he beheld, to put it lightly a death head, it mirrored a skull, and tightly draped around was that of a pale, yet gray tint of so called flesh.
Veins were visibly protruding, pulsing. They marked a web of
trails. You would never guess them from scars that were scarlet red.
His eyes, they were nonexistent though in the dark they could be
seen as a flashing of black diamonds, and even at times crimson,
golden red, spitting fire.
His lips swollen, they as well were scarlet, Odd liquids were found gaping from scars that never healed. His face in description was malformed and utterly revolting. Let us not forget his nose well, that was just it there was no nose. A great black hole severs as a nose…that never grew.
Erik's shaking turning into convulsing, grasping at his eyes. It made him sick. His stomach shook it ached and soon enough, he found himself no longer in his stool but protruding vomit and bile onto the floor.
"Damn it!" he cursed under is breath.
Replacing himself upon his stool. "I'd say that was an improvement. From past years experience."
Holding his stomach nausea still encompassing his body.
"Ohh Christine, for you I will
pray, pray that you never set eyes upon my-".
Stopping in mid
sentence, something shattered the silence, a scream, a gasp,
"Christine"!!!
Erik ran out of the chamber. Running, down two fleets of stairs, in the darkness a candle remaining at the bottom of the stairs, it glowed tints of red reflecting the carpeted stairs, carpet from Persia.
His mind was racing, "My Mask!!! Damn it!!!" The door nearly unhinged when he opened it.
Startling his eyes succumb by light. Instinct took in and Erik's arms flung to cover his face.
Stepping in the room "What the bloody hell is she doing with so many lights on is a fire not enough!!" He thought to himself.
Standing next to a night stand Erik shot a gas lamp down to the floor shatter after shatter, Completing. A total of five crumpled figures releasing a clear liquid, oil. laying on the floor, the Persian carpet.
"That was imported Damn it!" He reflected, almost regretted his quick take of action.
A look of shock was apparent in her expression.
Panting Erik looked on towards her, knowing the light of the fire did not reveal his identity. So why then did she scream?
"What is it"!
"Its . . . It's a Rat" she uttered. "Ohh Erik please, please kill it. . .it's hideous and the mere sight frightens me" she whispered.
"How can she be so innocent". He thought.
Well it's a good thing I had knocked the lamps out. I should have hated to see the pained expression on my angels face as what she just said, if possible distorted the expression of my so called face even more into revolted disgust.
She meekly pointed to the corner of her room next to the bureau, on the floor was a rat, he admited it was large and it looked dirty, matted and mangled due to age he supposed, after all what lives in the fifth cellar of the opera house. It must have made its settlement here a while ago and would not surprise me should it have lived here one day or one year. Silently pacing to the "hideous" rat he picked it up. It made no attempts to escape. With One swift movement.
CRACK!!!
A gasp of shock managed to protrude form Christines pale lips, a shudder from her delicate, porcelain figure.
It felt no pain. I observed my action…The corpse looked normal except for the feat that its neck had been twisted…twisted…yet the head faced the original direction where nature intended the creatures sights… its blood trailed a protruding vein down my arm.
"You would do well to remember my dear that beauty is a matter of ones opinion". The rat now dangling by its head, in his hand.
"Please Erik I…"she murmured
"You will be silent!" he growled.
Walking to the dim fire, he threw the mangled body.
"I think that you will manage to endure the rest of the night in peace, and if there is nothing else I will excuse myself, good evening Madame".
I Exited the room in silence as if she notice. She was fixated on the burning carcass which kept her pathetic fire a flow.
"If I ever had a conscience it is long gone . . .".
Next Morning-
I'm so freighted.