Okay last time I updated I felt really bad that I hadn't updated in such a long time, that I made it a point to update ASAP for this chapter. I'll try to update frequently from now on but no guarntees, I am super busy right now with school stuff, but i'll really try Enjoy the chapter!

Caroline:

The orderlies and I carried Erik into the room where the three Erik's were due to meet. He was beginning to stir from unconsciousness as we hoisted him into a chair. We didn't bother to tie him down as he would be in the company of two equally crafty and murderous men who would have no problem defending themselves. By the time our Erik was fully awake, the two others would be already in the room, and we would be safely behind a shatterproof one way mirror.

I was extremely worried as to what would occur in that room. Would the three masked men attack each other? Or would they be able to find common ground and work out their new surroundings together. I was extraordinarily worried about how the Film Erik would fare. He was much less violently inclined than his peers, and his lack of an extraordinarily terrible deformity might cause a discord between him and the other two.

I watched anxiously as Erik started to open his eyes. He looked around questioningly at the comfortable room, obviously concerned that there was no one there but him. Just then, the door opened, and his fellow phantoms were led inside.

This should be interesting.

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Leroux Erik

I walked into the modest living room area where I was appointed to meet the other two. There was a man in a white mask, groaning as if he was coming to his senses; it seemed that he had been unconscious only a few minutes before. I walked towards him, and sat down in an overstuffed armchair, ready to begin a conversation.

He looked like he could be an interesting fellow, we were dressed nearly the same, save for the mask. To my dissent, it appeared that the man had deformity on only around ¾ of his face, and was quite comfortable with leaving his mouth free of obstruction. I was slightly angered as I thought about the discomfort and annoyance the bottom section of my mask caused me, it is nearly impossible to eat in front of someone without them vomiting from disgust… but I suppose that isn't too terrible since no one would willingly dine with a corpse—mask or not. I don't often have supper guests.

I continued to move my eyes down his frame. I was quite pleased to see a catgut hanging out of his jacket. Well at least we would have something to talk about.

Suddenly, the door I had entered opened. Another man walked in, nervously surveying us. Was he a phantom? He certainly didn't look the part. He was dressed in Victorian wear, yet he looked absolutely nothing like a corpse, and apart from the small white mask on his forehead he looked like a rather attractive.

I cleared my throat to grab his attention "Excuse me Monsieur, who are you?"

"I am the Phantom of the Opera. The terror of the Opera Populaire."
The drama in his voice caused a small chortle to come out of the formerly unconscious man.

"You? Terror? I think not! You couldn't scare a ballet rat, Monsieur, nerveless an entire opera!"

A hint of a smile curled my lips upwards.

Our new arrival clenched his hands in fury. "You shall pay for your cruel words monsieur." He sneered as he grabbed a sword from his belt.

I grabbed my catgut to retaliate and easily tossed it over the new arrival's head. In an instant he was disarmed, helpless, and totally at my mercy.

I chuckled as I looked into his terrified eyes. "And what are you going to do now Monsieur?"

He was utterly unable to speak due to my lasso's grip, so he continued to stare at me, horrified at my power. This man was no phantom at all! Surely whatever was under his mask was trivial compared to my hideous features.

"Now, let's see what's under the mask of yours monsieur." I grabbed the porcelain off his face ignorant to his desperate pleas for mercy. What I saw was almost humorous. He had a deformity, to be sure, but he was no living corpse. The area was red and mangled, but it was nothing that couldn't easily be covered by makeup.

The third phantom was chuckling at the sight, evidently as amused as I was at this "hideous" man.

I released the frightened Erik and he fell to the floor in an emotional heap.

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Movie Erik

"Do not look upon my face!" I cried "I am a hideous beast!"

I knelt to the floor in agony. "Oh have mercy on me! I look like death itself!"

I heard snickering and slowly looked up at the two masked men. The one in white mask had a bemused expression, and although I could not see his lips, I am sure that the one in the black mask was laughing. They were not scared of my horrible monstrous face?

The man in the white mask looked at the man in the black mask "Surely this is some kind of joke."

The taller of the pair examined me "Unfortunately I don't believe it is…"

"I AM NO JOKE! I AM A MONSTER! A HORRIBLE BEAST! ALL WHO SEE MY FACE SCREAM IN HORROR! " I cried, silencing the pair.

The man in the black mask smirked again. "Horror, boy? Would you like to see real horror? Would you care to see the face of death itself?" He began to untie his mask, "Feast your eyes, glut your soul on my accursed ugliness!"

And with that he pulled off his mask.

What I saw before me was terrifying. I now understood why he wore a full face mask. It was not for his own sake, but for the sake everyone around him. His skin was yellowed, thin, and wrinkly and abscesses and gashes covered his cheeks. His eyes were sunken into his skull to the point where they were barely visible, and his lips were thin and gaunt. The hair on his head was almost nonexistent and where it did grow it was thin and gray. The worst part though, was his nose- no lack of nose. Instead there was a gaping hole.

After only a few seconds, I felt sick to my stomach, and soon began vomiting on the floor.

The horrible man looked at me with spite. The man in the white mask looked upon the scene in a bit of shock, but that quickly turned to sadistic amusement.

"Horrible isn't it, boy? You wanted to see a monster? A horrible beast? Well now you have" The tall man grabbed my face and forced me to look at him, "You are nothing compared to me, child. I am the original. The true phantom."

The man in the white mask stepped forwards, "how about another exhibit?" he smirked as he began to remove his mask as well.

I tried to close my eyes this time but the tall man held them open and forced me to look at the man who had just taken of his mask. He was not yellowed like the tall man, but red and twisted. His face was pulled and pinched at strange angles, combined with various bruises and pus filled wounds. He had a huge crater on his forehead where bits of bone and fat were visible.

Just as I was about to vomit again, there was a knock at the door, and all three of us grabbed our masks and quickly tied them on. Just then the door opened. It was Anna, followed by a fourth masked man.

"Monsieur's, I would like you to meet another reincarnation of yourselves"

Oh God.

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A/N: Oooo cliffhanger! Which erik will it be? Please review, because if you do, I just might be inspired to update sooner!