Okay, I have no idea where this is going. I have about five different versions of this chapter in my documents. However, I liked this one the most so, without further ado, I give you the second chapter.
"Help! Help!" Erik heard a distressed voice call. Must be another fool wanting to laugh at yours truly, He thought. Erik hurried towards the outside of the torture chamber, ready to lay eyes on the fiend. He opened a little window that viewed into the room full of mirrors. There a girl about 20 with long black hair and beautiful features lay on the floor, sobbing.
"Why have you come here?" The Phantom yelled. She leaped up in surprise and looked around. "Where are you?" She called out. He ignored the girl. "Why have you come here?" He said again. "I-I was looking for the Opera Ghost," She said, "I was curious to see if he was still here… alive."
Looking for the Opera Ghost? Looking for me? Why would she want to know why I was here? To turn me into the police?
"Sir, please, let me out. I'll do anything!" She said calmly.
Should I let her out? He pondered, If I let her go back to the light she might tell everyone where I am, but if I keep her here to stay with me for… I don't know until I die?
"I will free you," He said. Erik opened the door to the torture chamber, the girl fled out as fast as she could. Erik grabbed her arm very tight, "Don't think you can go tell everyone," He said, "If you do, terrible things will happen to you." "Yes, monsieur," She said quietly. "Fallow me," The Opera Ghost exclaimed, "I will lead you up to the surface."
Stupid, stupid, stupid, Was all Erik could think after he let the poor girl go. He spent most of his days in paranoia that she might have told someone. Eventually he started to secret fallow her around just to make sure she was not giving any hints.
There was something about her that was so… charming. Was it the kindness she gave to everybody? Was it how trust worthy she was, keeping every little secret? He had to talk to her. Nevertheless, how? The masquerade is in a few weeks. Maybe there they could talk.
The hours went by in pure tediousness; there was nothing at all that could satisfy his boredom. He sat down to play his organ occasionally, wrote music, but it just was not the same. No one would hear it. He had no one to listen to him play. No one to write it for. He needed someone, anyone. Then again, who would befriend a murderous monster like him?
Merci, The name rang in his head, Merci.
