~Taken~
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Summary:
Christine has been living happily with Raoul since the fatal night of the fire. But, when Erik changes his mind about letting them free, he finds her and abducts her. Erik is well aware of him being a wanted man, and too keep himself from being captured, they travel across Paris on a never-ending game of cat-and mouse.
Hey, all! How's it going? So.. I've decided to re start Midnight Abduction.
Why, you ask?
I didn't like how that one was going. I'm going to put Broken and Beyond off for another time, as I've lost my muse for the time being. Now, I'm going to put this story in the "he/she" perspective, which I've adapted a fondness for.
Thanks for reading, and I pray this story gets somewhere.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer- Do not own ANY part of POTO. Wish I did! :( Please R&R! :)
Prologue
Paris, France- Autumn of 1872
The night was alive within its primal stage of silence.
There was only one about at the hour, of whom lived within the shadows and thrived in the gloom.
Through his black mask, he could distinguish everything with his sharpened vision; from the smallest of mouse to the largest of building.
Boots softly crunching over cobblestone with an attentive mind, he avoided the horrid memories. Attempting to keep them from grasping his sanity.
The terror igniting her eyes; the madness pursuing his rage. The man grinned at the thought of his lasso around the boy's neck, the life withdrawing from his feeble body.
He shook his head, banishing the pleasurable ideas.
He rung his hands once, growing anxious. It was her fault. It was all her doing! If only. . If only. . .
The man stood erect, defying the darkness which probed his vision.
The world slowly inked to gray, reality and past intertwining and battling for a dominance.
Images swarmed back to him, the afflicting remembrances brought forth in a constant reverberation across the plane of his mind. . .
She stood, wading in the water. Her attitude was questionable. Yet not a flaw marred her face, aside the gradual tears that slowly tracked a path down her cheeks. He was motionless, poised to give a swift tug on the rope if at all necessary.
Which, he discovered, was not.
Suddenly, she proceeded towards him. Her advancement caught him quite off-guard. His hand twitched, preparing to give a final yank and end the boy's life.
Her voice rang out, pure and assuring, yet masked a tainted rage at his prior actions.
"..You are not alone..!"
Was that agreeable? Was he truly, honestly, not alone in his private hell?
He had to disagree.
As her lips came to his, the life laid before him became inquisitive in his mind. This was what he wanted? Another name joining the extensive list of beings he had killed? He dropped the rope as the blissful moment drew to end, and the tears began to spill.
His eyes flickered over her face, and he came to his own realization: That kiss.. the meshing of flesh.. all for the boy! It wasn't out of admiration, and most defiantly not love! The only one she truly treasured was that insolent child.
The world slowly flooded back, reality jolting him back into the streets of Paris.
Yes, he would achieve victory. He would have his revenge.
His eyes glinted a haunting green, signaling no remorse towards his intentional plans. A wicked grin spread across his face, and The Ghost dispersed into the mist.
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This story WILL get somewhere, I already have ideas!
Yes, I am aware it is very short. Prologue, people!