What Dreams
May Come
Chapter 11
Hard as Lightning
Soft as Candle Light
AN: Wow…thank you all for the wonderful reviews! They were incredible and completely blew both Maad-Idina-Fan and I away! Special shout outs go to: Mad-Idina-Fan; really? Girl you know how the whole story goes *face palm*. Crzyratlady; thank you so much and thank you for staying with this story. L8zlytnwer, thank you and of course it's necessary…I'm the unofficial Queen of Angst! Mwhahahahaha…*cough* ok. Doglover645, ah yeah. Elphaba'sGirl, Lol, no Christine doesn't make an appearance until much much much…*you get the idea* much later in the story. NiatheWickedLover, Hmm…well I guess we'll have to work harder to kill those feels for ya then huh. Oh and you don't know how "awkward" the Fiyeraba is going to be…let's say not pretty.
Phantom Fact: Along with the prosthetics the Phantom wears, he is also fitted with two microphones; in case if one fails, and then two wigs. One that will be revealed when he is unmasked close to the end of the musical and the wig he wears throughout most of the performance. Along with that, he wears two contacts; one white and one clouded. The mask he wears is specially designed and made to fit his face and heighten his features, but often times the mask; along with the contacts distorts the actors vision which often leads to the Phantoms needing to be led to their entrances.
Elphaba heard the hammer of the gun cock, the smell of gun powder filled her nostrils and her heart raced. Grabbing the curtain she throws it back just as the man's fingers move to the trigger
"No!" she screams
A ricocheted of thunder resounds off the walls of the catacombs, then silence.
Elphaba held her breath, watching Erik and the man stare each other down, neither one moving.
"Erik?" whispered Elphaba. Cautiously, she takes a step out of the darkness. Her hand rises and fists against her chest, the steady pounding of her heart, vibrated against her knuckles as she stepped closer.
A gasp and the man falls down dead, blood pools around the dagger planted deep into his chest and spill to the ground.
Panting, Erik falls onto his elbows stunned.
"Erik!" cries Elphaba. Picking up the ends of her dress with her good hand, she runs over to the masked man's side. Falling to her knees, she slowly reaches for Erik's shoulder, "Are you hurt?"
"I" stammers Erik in shock.
Elphaba eyed him worriedly. On a wince, she moves closer
"Erik?" she whispers before leaning closer. Her breath hitched tight in her throat at how close she was to Erik, and though every fiber of her being screamed at her to move away, her body, simply would not listen
Turning his head, his dark, chocolate eyes gazed unfocused back at Elphaba
"Your…bleeding" he said softly
"I…what?" frowned Elphaba confused.
"Your," slowly Erik's hand rises and trembles as he reaches towards Elphaba, "Your…hurt" he whispers breathlessly before pitching forward.
"Erik!" cries Elphaba. Lifting herself high onto her hunches, she catches Erik before he could hit the ground.
Turning him on his back, Elphaba gasped, seeing the blood dripping out of his side, staining his white dress shirt, and pooling around him on the ground.
"Oh Oz" cries Elphaba. Turning, she grabbed the ends of her dress and tore the bottom edge. Pulling the material through her fingers, she rips them to the appropriate length before pressing a few tight against his side.
Keeping the pressure against his side, Elphaba lifts Erik's limp body up off the ground and carries him to the bed using her magick to aid her. Laying him down, she kneels beside him.
"Come on Erik….Stay with me" she said whilst ripping open his shirt and trying to clean the wound as best she could.
Erik's eyes blinked open and he hissed in pain.
"E…Elphaba" he moaned weakly
"I'm here" she said as she still tended to his injury.
"Don't" he whispered breathlessly. Slowly his hand rose and cupped over Elphaba's, stilling her movement.
"Erik what are you doing?" asks Elphaba.
"Don't…waste your time…helping me" he rasped.
"Erik don't be silly…now remove your hand so I can finish cleaning your wound and bandaged it" Elphaba fought to keep her voice strong and firm, for internally, she was wrecked. She wanted to cry, yet she refused to let the tears fall. After all, she only had just met this strange man.
"I'm not…worth…saving" he whispers
"Don't say that Erik…of course you are…now remove your hand" Elphaba smiled slightly back at Erik; an ache she had not felt in for so long, ripples across her heart.
"I'm a beast…a monster" whispers Erik
"Erik please don't say that" pleads Elphaba. Tears bubbled in her eyes, and she suddenly found it hard to breath.
Erik turned to look at her and smiled weakly
"Leave…go…find your…way home…back…to the people…who love you" he whispers.
"I'm not leaving you" whispers Elphaba, her voice cracking slightly.
Weakly, his hand rose and cupped her cheek.
"Go…and…be…happy" he whispered before falling unconscious
"But I am happy…when I'm with you" she whispers unconsciously