Raoul sat in his room waiting for the manager's to call him to their office until five. When they had not called for him at five Raoul decided to go to their office himself. He walked out of his room and down the long corridor, down the spiral staircase and into the office. There was no one in the room Raoul walked over to the fireplace and propped his arm up on the mantle as he picked up a book that was on a shelf nearby. There was a large portrait of the opera house when it was first built hanging behind his head. Raul stood there acting as though he knew what the book said but since he was to stupid to read he looked for pictures, there were not and he threw the book down. At that moment a hand came out of the wall where the picture was, the hand was holding a pair of shiny silver scissors. "Chop" Raoul turned around and the portrait was still in it's same place. He noticed that his hair did not move when he turned his head, he walked over to the mirror behind the desk and screamed! His ponytail had been chopped off, Raoul fell to the floor crying with his thumb in his mouth, he curled up into a ball and rocked back and forth while still sucking on his thumb. The manager walked in a little while later. "Raoul? Why are you in my office and why are you crying?" The manager asked. Raoul sat there for a moment, "He cut my ponytail!" Raoul sobbed. The manager looked at Raoul like he wanted to cut his head off for sitting in his office crying over a stupid ponytail that looked like the rear end of a horse in the first place.

"I was coming to see you actually about the letter I gave you this morning." Raoul said as he slowly stood up and tried to stop the tears.

"The letter...?Oh, Oh yes, yes the letter! I have it, it has been taken care of."

"So I am not going to be killed?" Raoul asked.

"No Raoul, you,unfortunately, will not be killed." The manager said with utmost regret.

Raoul started crying again. "Why are you crying now? I have just told you that you will be fine."

"I know but how am I to live without my beautiful locks of hair!?" Raoul exclaimed and he then went stumbling out of the office.

MEANWHILE DOWN IN THE LAIR.

"I've got that twits hair, let's sell it on my website Christine!" Erik said to Christine as they both walked over to the computer that sat by the lake.

"How much do you think we can get for it?" Erik asked Christine as he went to his website www. Thereddeathsells. Com

"I think we should start it at one dollar and decrease the price everyday until someone buys it." Christine answered.

"Ok!, One dollar it is then." Erik typed in 1.00 and put the shipping price as 0.01 (Because that hair did not need to much care.)

The hair was now up and Erik walked over to Christine and they started talking about how long it would talk for his hair to grow back out so they could get another piece.

Ok this was sort of a random chapter, I am in random mode today so please forgive me, I did not realize it had been this long since I last updated! Oh be sure to check back when I post the next chapter I am going to have some characters from another story in here! Hope you all liked it, please review!