oh some drama here!
I should really read the poems I'm supposed to for English... nope.
Raoul ran around the island, trying to find somewhere a beast would hide along with his fiancée-to-be. He stopped, searching desperately as the sun blinded him, he didn't know where to look, but he wouldn't leave this place until he found them. Where else would he hide other than an island where freaks are accepted for entertainment purposes? Raoul's breath was heavy and his heart thumped in his chest, he spun around to look for the so-called investigators he had hired.
'HURRY UP YOU IDIOTS'
'Sorry, sorry sir – Vicomte – we just aren't used to running around this manically'
'Perhaps if we slow down, we might be able to survey the area better?'
Raoul ignored the two men as they created some feeble excuse as to why they were so unfit. He's spotted something, a sign on a post advertising the direction to –
'THE CONEY ISLAND OPERA HOUSE'
'Pardon Vicomte?'
'Where else would that beast take her that an OPERA HOUSE?! He will be making her sing in there, come on!'
The two men looked at each other as Raoul ran in to the distance. They sighed and began to speed off after him, silently cursing him. He was going mad, he hadn't been sober since they got to America, and all he wanted to do was drink, smash things and find Christine Daae.
After around a quarter of a mile, they arrived at the opera house. Its simplicity made Raoul doubt his original idea; he would never let Christine perform somewhere so plain.
'May I help you young men?'
The three spun on their heels, looking to see where the voice came from. A short man stood smoking a cigar watched them from a few metres away. The man began to step forward and offered his hand to Raoul, who batted it away and began to survey the room they stood in. A poster stood in the corner, advertising opening night of the season, something about the look of it drew him forward and he stared at it.
'IT'S HER, WHERE IS SHE?'
'Sir, who is her?'
'CHRISTINE DAAE YOU FOOL, MY FIANCEE'
'No Sir there must be some mistake, she's engaged to my composer, a strange man. They're very in love Sir; I don' think you are seeing the woman you think you are in this poster.'
'Engaged?! To your composer? Who is this fool who dares get engaged to my fiancée?'
The small manager of the opera house lifted his finger and pointed to the far right corner of the poster. He was scared at how this strange man had burst in and started shouting around the foyer to his opera house.
'That's him Sir, he's a very talented man, name's Erik, Erik Leroux. He is engaged to my star soprano, Christine Daae'
Raoul looked closely and could see the white mask covering one half of the man at the piano. He was watching Christine in the middle, both of them beaming with happiness that was unmistakable. The anger raced through Raoul's veins and he turned and balled his hand in to a fist. Without a second thought he threw it in to the man's face, sending him in to a pile on the floor.
'YOU LIE YOU FOOL, SHE IS MY FIANCEE, MINE! THIS BEAST, THIS CIRCUS FREAK STOLE HER FROM ME'
'Sir I-'
The opera manger was silenced when Raoul began to kick him repeatedly in the stomach, shouting abuse at him and screaming like a child.
'Sir what's – WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!'
Raoul continued to kick the battered man on the floor, barely registering the police who had arrived at the door. Someone must have called them, it was only then that it occurred to Raoul that the entire front of the building was glass and everyone could see them. He took a step back, knowing he'd caused enough damage to get his point across.
'This man, he has burst in to my opera house and began to attack me, I don't know why'
The manager passed out, but had given enough information to the police to allow them to arrest the Vicomte de Chagny. The smell of alcohol was apparent on his breath, and one of his investigators had whispered in to an officer's ear, telling him he was going a little mad.
Nadir recognised the drunken fool of a man straight away, dragging him towards the remaining officers outside the building.
'This is Raoul de Chagny, an alcoholic from France; he is a repeat offender and has now attacked an innocent man. Take him down to the station, I will be there shortly, there is something I must do'
'Erik!'
'Yes my love?'
'Nadir is at the door for you!'
It was one of Erik and Christine's precious days off together. All though they loved working at the opera house on Coney Island, they loved the occasional moments of peace and quiet together, being able to relax and laugh together as the world outside went by. Erik had told Nadir not to disturb then unless it was an emergency, so Erik ran quickly from where he was cleaning their bedroom to see what was wrong.
'Erik, he's in custody, come quickly!'
Erik finally had the opportunity to convince the Vicomte to go back to France and leave him and Christine alone together. Raoul still believed that Erik had stolen her away once more, even though both he and Christine had tried to explain to him that she was there by choice. He wasn't willing to listen when they spoke to him politely, so Erik was going to have to do something drastic. If he was in custody, Raoul could not do anything stupid, so Erik knew this was the perfect time to mess with his mind before he had the chance to hurt him or, more importantly, Christine.
'Okay Nadir'
'Erik, what is going on? Who's in custody?'
'Don't you worry angel, I will be home soon, would you like to cook dinner or shall I?'
'I will, please don't be long, it's awfully lonely here'
'Okay angel, I love you'
'I love you too Erik'
Christine felt her cheeks blush. She loved it when Erik announced his love for her, and being able to reply it without a care in the world meant so much to her. Erik had finally begun to be completely relaxed around her, not even bothering to wear a mask when they were together. Christine was finally healing the broken man. He was becoming the perfect husband-to-be, father and lover, all because of Christine. She was so proud of him, his career had taken off beautifully and he was now composing for several different shows around New York, as well as the two Opera Houses belonging to their employer, Mr Williams. Christine was singing again and loved it, there was no stress for her and any Erik had melted away when she began singing his work. The season started in 2 weeks and already the first four shows had no seats remaining, hearing of her brilliance from the press who were allowed to sit in on rehearsals had encouraged people to buy tickets early.
'You cannot lock me in here, I am a Vicomte!'
'Not in America, here you are just another man who broke the law'
Raoul whacked his hands on the bars that trapped him away in a room, his frustration getting the better of him as the man standing guard chuckled at him.
'I don't know why you are laughing; I have a knife and could hurt you if I wanted to'
'You don't have a knife, you were searched before we locked you in here, stop being a fool'
Raoul sunk down to the floor, not having the energy to argue. It was true, he had been searched, but they had missed the small blade hidden away in his pocket. He began to hatch a plan to get out of this place, nothing seemed possible, it was so well secured and there was always a guard waiting.
'Officer, can you come here one second?'
Raoul watched as he left, seeing if he could get out while he was away, but he was barely gone for thirty seconds. A new officer walked in, a tall figure hunched behind him, his back to where Raoul stood.
'Raoul de Chagny, you have a visitor'
Erik turned; making sure his mask was the first thing that the Vicomte would see. He heard the breath catch in his throat as he spluttered out some nonsense.
'YOU, YOU I FOUND YOU, WHERE IS CHRISTINE'
'You didn't find me Monsieur, you were found attacking my employer, escorted down here by my dear friends in the police force, and then I was brought here'
'WHERE IS CHRISTINE'
'She's at home, making me dinner, she didn't need to walk down here, to tiring for her in her condition'
'HER CONDITION?!'
'Yes Vicomte, pregnancy is quite tiring in women, did you know that?'
Erik chuckled and could hear Nadir hiding a laugh next to him. Erik walked right up to the bars that separated him and Raoul, watching the Vicomte's face change from red to purple to an off green colour as he processed the information he had just received. No one spoke for several minutes until Erik broke the silence.
'I want her well rested for the wedding, she is so stressed about it as it is. You know women, she's booking hairdressers, buying flowers, making sure her dress still fits over her bump, spending all our money on this wedding, she is ever so excited'
Raoul stroked the knife in his pocket, trying to work out the best way to catch the beast and end his life with one stab. How dare he force his fiancée in to bed with him, and then get her pregnant! She was marrying this beast by force, he knew it!
'She doesn't love you, you vile creature! She loves me, that's why she agreed to marry me!'
'So why did she then agree to marry me Vicomte? Nearly three months ago I believe, a day after she fell pregnant with my child. She will be a beautiful mother, don't you agree?'
'LEAVE HER ALONE YOU FREAK'
'Now now Vicomte, no need for such harsh words. I've grown more accustomed to nicknames such as angel and darling over these past few months, I prefer them to the sour words that leave your mouth. Now, if you would let me finish, you are to leave me and Christine alone, leave our son, and leave this island, this country. Go back to France Vicomte, forget about us. You are NEVER to come near us again, do you understand? Christine is happier than she ever was with you, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't ruin our chance at happiness'
In one swift moment, Raoul pulled the, knife from his back pocket and slashed right up the beasts exposed side of his face. Now he would be completely imperfect and Christine would be horrified, returning straight to him and leaving this disgusting country!
Erik flew back, his hands cupping the freshly cut wound, trying to apply the pressure and stop the blood gushing from the long mark that ran from his eyebrow to his chin. Nadir had called for other officers to come and restrain Raoul, and several had pulled Erik away and began to clean the wound.
'I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU YOU BEAST, I WILL KILL YOU'
Christine closed to door behind her, heading for the shop near their home. She needed vegetables for the dinner she wanted to cook Erik as a thank you for everything he had done for her over these past few months. It was only a short walk to the shop, but she had left a note on the table in case Erik returned and got worried.
Soon Christine was out on the streets, a cloak wrapped around her arms and her hand resting protectively on her bump. She was only just beginning to get used to the busyness of New York, and she still found it frightening when she was alone. Erik normally came out with her, not caring that people would often stare at him, the half white mask catching people's attention. He took her shopping, maternity clothes, things for the baby, jewellery for her, anything that helped him prove his love to her. She felt spoilt, but loved the attention from him all the same. She would buy him gifts as well, new staff paper for his music to be written on, suits, a hat that he had looked at whenever they walked past but had refused to buy for himself, and most recently, a piano for their living room. It was small, nothing like the piano in his lair back in France, but he had loved the gesture and was obviously touched at her gift.
Christine tripped over a foot, nearly falling over but managing to catch her balance, she turned to see a small woman lying on the floor, blood pooling around her as she sobbed. People were ignoring her, simply dismissing her as another drunk on the street, but Christine could see something wasn't quite right. She ran towards her, hoping she could help in any way she could.
'Miss, are you okay?'
The small woman bent over in fear, trying to hide her face from Christine's concerned eyes. A long red mark was pouring blood down her back, soaking her blonde hair and the dancers' leotard she was wearing.
'Miss it's okay, I wish to help you, that's all'
The woman looked up at Christine, and could see the concern on her face. She seemed nice, nothing about her screamed that she would hit her like her boss had.
'Please, allow me to help you, my home is not far from here, I promise I will do everything I can to help you Miss... Sorry I don't know your name'
'Fleck, Miss Fleck'
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