A/N: Sorry for the long wait guys! I know, it was close to two weeks! Sadly I was quite sick, and I began another story to fill in some gaps. Anyways, here is chapter 10! Wow, ten chapters! So we get a little bit of whats in the pit, see where Raoul goes, and Christine gets in trouble. So onward!

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Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom. No. Its really sad. I have tissues and everything when I do the disclaimer….

Chapter 10: What you Want

"There's no escape now,
No mercy no more.
No remorse cause I still remember"

-Angels, Within Temptation

When you think of it, time is something you can't grasp, meaning that you can't hold it. Now, you may think this quite normal. Time has never been one a person could hold, or in other words, control. Or have they? At the moment, as I lie on the cold floor, I'm trying desperately to go back in time. Before I decided to move. Before going to certain doom. Before all these words that are racing through my mind.

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"Do you think they survived?" He asked warily, scratching his head briefly, obviously trying not to gag. Too late for an officer from the other room.

"Frankly, I don't think there are any survivors." She stated bluntly, her eyes now a hard glazy glint. "Not from here to there. Not to mention…" She breaked off, unable to finish her sentence.

"..What do you think it is?" He looked back at her, his flashlight shifting slightly in the darkness below.

"…What does it look like to you?"

"Mirrors. Lots of them."

"Exactly." Her voice quivered some, but then was steadied quickly.

"Mirrors. Then why isn't it reflecting all the light?" He crunched closer to her, Derek still buzzing in the radio behind them.

"I..I personally don't know. But, truthfully…I don't think the man were after, frankly didn't want to look at himself."

"Why would you say that?" He looked into her eyes intently. She shrugged.

"Just a hunch." She looked back down, pushing away her revolting reflexes.

"I see...So, just a hunch?" He followed her gaze.

"Well, think about it. He's obviously quite smart,"

"You think this was planned then. Certain?"

"Just look down! Do you think that was by accident?" She cried out in exasperation, and then squeezed her eyes shut. Inside she was cursing herself for showing her raw emotions take over her words. Calmly she looked back to face a now crowded room.

"Officer Kellar here." An olive skinned officer stepped from the crowd, flashing her badge at the head officer.

"Chief Ryan." She spoke crisply, trying to be completely emotionless.

"Well, I have a degree in chem., and the onsite doctor, or so it seems." The chief raised her eyebrow, glancing at the badge with suspicion. "I can have a look, if you want." She quickly added, taking a peek over at the pit.

The chief was silent for a second. The officer was obviously new, and young, not the combination she needed now.

"Off-"

"Please. We have to get to them now." She interrupted her, snapping the chief's neck back towards her. An annoyed look passed over the chief's face as she looked back at Derek.

"About twenty minutes for backup…or a good team of experts-" Derek fills in, still talking on the radio. She glanced back at the young women frowning.

"That's too long….Who knows how long-" Sighing, she wiped her brow, looking into the eyes of the new officer she then pointed to the edge of the pit.

"Try to get a look. But I warn you." She steped back to stand with Derek. " Can you tell if they're alright?" The young officer stepped over to the pit shifted her flashlight downwards.

"I'll try…It's going to-" There was a stifled scream as the women's hand flew to her mouth, as she looked back to the others. "That's-that's.."

"Yes. Its exactly that." She answered gravely.

The women returned her eyes to the scene before her.

"Its..it's some type of-of facility... For..for pain extraction..or it's-"

"It's a torture chamber." Derek replied swiftly, glancing back at the chief. "Thats what we've agreeded, right?"

The chief merely nodded, standing farther from the pit.

"We don't need you to analyze the pit. Just-just tell us about Elissa and Mark." Her voice softened at the mention of the officers. "They didn't…they didn't respond when I called." Her voice was just above a whisper.

"Well…it seems like, they fell quite a bit." The young women's brow furrowed as she examined the space with her flashlight. "But, that doesn't mean they couldn't have survived…" She tried to cover her doubtful voice, but the chief caught it.

"You think there dead." She stated bluntly, wincing at the mention of the word 'dead'.

"…Well…"

"You think there dead." She repeated again, her voice grave.

"…Lets just say, a fall from here…to….er, that surface, is a slim chance of survival." The young officer looked up sorrowfully.

"How much time?" Derek cuts into the conversation, a frown on his concerned face.

"…I'd say…ten minutes to get them out. I'm guessing the temperature is dropped down there…not to mention the concussion…"

"Ten minutes?!" The chief questioned in disbelief, her voice cracking. That was barely enough time for backup to get down there with ropes and a stretcher. Just not enough time. She turned to the younger officer who had continued to peer over the pit still.

"Do you think we could get down?" She asked as she moved along beside her. The young women's jaw dropped.

"Go-go…down?"

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Raoul climbed into his car and put his hands on the steering wheel. A million emotions were racing through him and he shook his head, trying to rid himself of anything in his chaotic mind.

"God Christine. Where are you?" He stuck the key into the ignition and grunted as he hit the pedal. He needed time to think, he needed to get his head around this. So he drove off into the cold night, and somehow found himself in front of Christine's abandoned house. Glancing up at the dark house he sighed, hesistantly he shut off the car. Rubbing his face with his fingers he winced and took a swift look around. Sighing he undid his seatbelt, and left on his lights. His instinct's made him inch closer towards the door, soon his hand was latched on the handle.

"Christine…." Opening the door, he walked slowly to the door. In almost a daze he pulled out the key from under the rug and twisted it into the lock. It creaked open easily, and he stepped inside.

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Water splashed down on Mr. Daae as he sputtered awake. Sputtering he looked up to see a man glaring down at him. Thankfully, he wasn't wearing a mask.

"Mr. Daae, you seem to be taking your time aren't you?" A golden lock fell into his eyes and he glared at him.

"Wha-what do-do, you want…?" Mr. Daae managed to breath out. The golden haired man threw back back his head and laughed, booming into his fragile ears.

"What do we want? Oh, that's good. That's rich." Suddenly he turned serious, his faces comming inches from Mr. Daaes. "Frankly, its not what I want. Its what he wants."

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I heard the steps being taken closer to the door and a wiggled around, writhing on the floor.

"No..no..no.." I moaned. This could not be happening. It just couldn't. Suddenly, I couldn't get images of the white mask out of my mind. Why, I would never know. Gasping for breath I started to writhe farther from the foot steps, the images flooding my mind still.

Just then, my heart almost gave out, the door squeaked open.

A/N: So, Christine is about to see someone again, Mr. Daae is finally awake, Raoul is going into the Daae house to find out something to be revealed, and time is running out at the house.No Meg today :C or Elizabeth. Anyways, tell me what you think! I know its short…but its to hold me out for being sick. R&R :D

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