Verse: Leroux
Characters: Erik, the Persian, Raoul, Christine
Pairing: eh
Erik started laughing. The Persian held Raoul's hand.
"We have to be careful."
Raoul pulled his hand away.
"What do you suggest? If we don't make this move, he will take her down."
The Persian gave it some thought. Erik stared at him, his yellow eyes shinning as he tried to hold his laugh.
"It's a trap."
Raoul looked at him in shock. The Persian pointed to the pieces of the trap.
"It's a trap, Vicomte. He has led us all along."
Erik started laughing louder.
"Erik, please stop!", Christine cried out. "This is too cruel."
"I am sorry, dearest.", Erik replied, in a tone that was apologetic but still amused.
Raoul wanted to punch that bastard's face, but the Persian held him.
"This won't get us anywhere. If you want him to shut up, we have to beat him in his own game."
"Which you won't ever do.", Erik leaned back on his chair.
"Please, Erik, spare them.", Christine asked.
Erik shook his head.
"Make your move, daroga."
The Persian considered his options, and Raoul watched him, impatient. There seemed to be no way out. Damn Erik, always thinking of everything.
In the end, they decided for the initial idea. Erik laughed louder than before, it was not hard to think it could be heard up there in the opera house.
"Check mate."
Christine showed an embarrassed smile.
"It was a good game."
Raoul knocked all the pieces of the table.
"I am never playing chess with him again!"