As Christine fled with her pretty boy lover, Erik sank to the floor in defeat. So there was nothing left now. Nothing but her wedding veil and ring. He threw both to the other side of the room in disgust.
Damn you, Raoul. Damn you to hell. And Christine. And Carlotta, and Buquet, and Piangi, and whoever the hell else I can blame. Damn them all.
Erik felt anger rise in him, his body tense with unstoppable rage. He'd felt this feeling many times before, and knew to cave in to the beast he was becoming.
Destroy... something, something big was compelling him. He shattered the mirrors, thrilled by the satisfying crash they made. He tore up sheet music - worthless, now that his muse was gone. Filth.
He ripped the pieces of paper into the tiniest shreds he could manage, and scattered them to the floor.
It was satisfying, but it wasn't enough. He had to destroy more. His fingers tensed with rage, painful, blinding rage, building up inside him. If only Raoul were still there, he could have strangled him with his bare hands! And that lying, cheating viper Christine!
A psychotic chuckle escape his lips as he imagined displaying their heads, side by side, on the wall. How fitting.
The angry mob was close now... he could hear their chanting.
"No!" he shrieked. "No, NO!"
They would torture him! They would burn him alive! They would cut him into little pieces!
Pain! Not more pain! Please, for the love of God, no more pain!
As Erik cowered in the corner of the room, they approached... closer and closer. He shivered and sobbed, huge sobs that racked his entire body. "Mercy..." he whimpered, although there was no way they could have heard his pitiful cry.
He could feel the burning of their torches. They had arrived. "Have mercy!" he sobbed, "I am a helpless madman, and nothing more! Mercy!"
"Open your eyes." a voice said. It was a kind voice. Kind... Erik relaxed. A nice voice. He recognized the Nice Voice.
Christine!