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"Go!" Raoul shouted. Christine felt Erik put his arm around her waist, and sensations rippled through her. Suddenly everything blurred as she began flying upward. Christine looked at Erik in surprise, then back down at Raoul. His legs were slumped on the floor as he stared after her with teary eyes. Soldiers were all around Raoul, shooting at Erik and her, but falling short. Raoul quickly became just a tiny dot surrounded by a mass of other dots as Christine flew upward.
Christine looked at Erik again. His black eyes were fixed on the catwalks above, but something seemed different about them. She stared into them, but she knew those eyes and knew they looked the same. Then it hit Christine- they were clear. Not full of tears, nor clouded with anger or confusion, but hard and clear.
Erik and Christine finished their ascent to the catwalks. Erik gently lowered Christine down onto them before jumping off the Punjab Lasso lightly himself. Then he took the lasso and gave it a flick so it came free of wherever it had been around. Who knew the thing that nearly killed Raoul could save my life?
"That little trick should give us a few minutes lead," Erik said calmly as he began coiling the Punjab Lasso. No sooner had he said this then the chick-tak! of the loading of a gun was heard. Erik seized Christine's wrist. "Run!" Erik whispered, leading her down the catwalk.
Gunfire suddenly filled the air as Erik and Christine walked into an ambush. A semicircle of men stationed around them all started firing at once. Erik grabbed Christine and dropped to his knees, throwing his cape over her for protection. Under Erik's cape, Christine pressed herself against Erik's chest in fear. Christine felt her head spin. She couldn't see what was going on around her, she couldn't tell where the shots were coming from, she didn't know anything. Christine was too terrified even to scream. Bullets zoomed past her and Erik and the sound of the mini explosions surrounded them in a web of convolutions
Erik knew they couldn't stay. But there was nowhere to turn. The only place free of bullets was to his back- but there were no catwalks for over 500 yards either. If he would even be able to cross it on the Punjab Lasso was the question, never mind land and continue running. But it was their only chance- he knew it even more so as he heard the approach of footsteps through the gunfire. Erik looked around. Several soldiers began waddling towards him in crouching positions, ducking their head so as to avoid the line of fire. They held their muskets cocked and ready to fire. Erik held Christine close. They were trapped between a musket and the abyss of an Opera house.
