Disclaimer: I do not own it.
Christine's heart resonated in her chest up to her ears as she considered her options: The scorpion or the grasshopper. Which? She could feel the pressure building up on the inside. She couldn't decide whether that feeling derived from Erik's dark sockets that were his eyes burning into her, Raoul and the Persian's cries, or the fact she had the fate of thousands resting upon her.
Her mind was in overdrive; she found it hard to think straight. Become Erik's wife or a murderer-they were both ponderous resignations. The first disgusted and frightened her. The latter caused her to hunch over both hands on the table that the boxes with the detestable bronze creatures inside. She knew the answer! Yet, she couldn't bring herself to turn it. She would be signing her life over to the devil himself…But, she had to this.
However, it seemed Erik became impatient. Christine saw a quick movement to her right, where he stood, and she stepped back, eyeing Erik with distrust. He said with anger, "You have not chosen mademoiselle! Shall I choose for you?" When I tried to sputter a reply, his hand shot out instantly to the grasshopper, the one that would detonate the barrels of gunpowder under our feet, "Very well, grasshopper it is!" And he turned it.
Nothing happened. Silence. Everyone, including Raoul and the Persian who no longer screamed, waited with bated breath. Except, of course, Erik, whom Christine was certain was grinning with those death lips of his. He, with my indecisiveness, had won inevitably. Erik always got his way.
Like my other one-shot, this one was for English class. I really enjoyed writing it though and hope you did too. Thanks for reading. :)