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I think this chapter is pretty funny I got this idea from the movie Tuck Everlasting in the jailbreak scene. It's pretty similar Tell me what you think.

Erik: Get on with it before I noose you!

Me: Ah shut up!

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Chapter 9:

As I came back from re-changing Erik was waiting for me, holding a bag of something. He had a sinister look upon his face which made me halt in my tracks

"Come over here a minute," he said without looking up.

I came up to him slowly. My feet were starting to get to me again. "What is that?" I questioned, curious of his expression which was caused by what he held.

"Stage make-up," he replied simply, finally looking up at me with a frown.

"What on earth for?" Why did he need make-up for catching some criminals?

"You," he replied, tssking his tongue, "This won't do at all," said about my appearance.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Way to perfect," he mused examining my clothes, "Change into some besides all black. It will be too obvious that you're with me," he told me with a shoo.

I was insulted but I didn't let it show. I decided to put on an evening dress of midnight blue then came back for inspection.

"Better," Erik said, then without warning ripped the dress a little in places.

"Erik!" I screeched in surprise, "That was a beautiful dress you just tore up!" I glared at him. What was he planning for as me as bait.

"Don't be so difficult. I'll buy you another dress that's twice as beautiful," he then ran his fingers through my hair, disheveling it crazily.

"How am I going to be bait?" I questioned as he started rummaging in the bag of stage make-up. He came up with two bottles. One sooty like dirt and the other—blood? I gasped and stared at him in disbelief.

"You are going to act like you're running away from me like I'm trying to kill you," he said, getting out a paint brush to use.

"No doubt," I said sarcastically, with a smirk just as he splattered me with some fake blood then muddy dirt.

After a few minutes he had a satisfied look on his face, "I think you'll pass," he put the stuff away.

"I hope this works," I scowled at him aggregately. This plan was too crazy to work.

He helped into the gondola, "Trust Erik, it will work divinely."

I gulped as he paddled us out through the tunnel.

"Are you sure nobody but them will hear me screaming?" I questioned Erik as we were heading up the stairs to the roof where he was certain Philippe and Piagni were.

"Positive, just go on with it now, before I get up there. Don't worry they won't get a chance to hurt you," Erik promised me.

He had it all planned out for me. I was to come running up the stairs screaming and crying hysterically. I was supposed to run up to Philippe and Piagni and throw myself at them so.

I gulped once again. Heart beating wildly in my chest but I trusted Erik. If he said they wouldn't hurt me they wouldn't. I had learned to trust him very well since I've been with him so long.

He chuckled as I set the act off with a blood curdling scream and began to run franticly up the stairs, "Help! Somebody help me!" I cried out, trying my best to look wild of fear.

I reached the roof just in time to see Piagni give a money bag to Philippe.

"This is all the money we've ever took, Sir," Piagni gave a laugh.

They looked up sharply as I flauntered up, acting breathless.

Philippe quickly hid the bag in his coat pocket in mere seconds. He looked at me in alarm at first then his eyes narrowed recognizing who I was.

"That's that Ballet Rat!" Piagni cried out, I saw his hand reach in his pocket for his gun.

"You have to help me please Monsieur! The Phantom—the Opera Ghost! He's after me and trying to kill me. If he finds me he'll noose me!" I flung myself at Philippe, clinging to him fiercely.

Both their faces went stark white in the candle-light and I mean white. Whiter than me and you know that's white!

I kept up the sobbing; knowing Erik would barge up any minute.

"Piagni pulled the gun out then and I tried not to panic and call Erik. The one I was supposedly running from.

"Listen Mademoiselle, we don't play games. I'm afraid we're going to have to kill you," he cocked the gun.

Philippe pushed me off him crudely.

"Please, Monsieur's! You have to believe me! He's after me. He's-!" I screamed dramatically. Erik where are you?

Just then Erik came up, looking dangerous. I could almost belief he was going to kill me by his facial expression he gave towards me.

I screamed again and then with my final touch I fake fainted dead away.

I dared not to open an eye or move an inch until it was all over.

I heard shuffling and muffled cries of choking then a thump and a repeat then a jingle.

Oh the horror. I was so frightened I was shaking.

Suddenly there was total silence then I felt something touch my shoulder. I screamed, flailing my arms at the one touching me for a minute scared it wasn't Erik. My eyes flew open I was face to face with the Phantom of the Opera.

Erik…

He grabbed my fists before they collided with his face and mask. "It's alright Emma, it's all over with. We're done! The case is closed," he took me in his arms then, knowing I was shaken up.

I had never hugged him before ever since I'd known him but in that single moment wrapped my arms around neck and hugged him.

I don't remember much after that. I remember him kissing me then somewhere in there I must have fallen asleep and was carried back to the lair.