Me, Furipa, Christine and Meg *in my living room watching Harry Potter*
Christine: So he's a wizard...
Me and Furipa: Pretty much.
Meg: I would tottaly by in Hufflepuff.
Furipa: Welcome to the family!
Me: Well I ended up in Slytherin. Erik would probably be a Slytherin too.
Furipa: Can we stop the movie for a second?
Me *picking up the control.*: Sure! *Go to and le gasp* Girls you have to see this!
Christine and Meg *le gasp.*
Christine: Oh My God!
So I've just noticed that this story has over 5000 views. 5350 to be exact and I decided to leave you here a short Chapter to Celebrate. I've also started to work on something Harry Potter related (we won't be using any of the original characters) with my dear friend Furipa who as her own profile and some House of Wax fans may know her work. If you don't know her why don't you check her work out?
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When Christine had invited him to go to Manhattan Erik had promised he would think about it and so he did. He had allowed himself to sleep next to Christine and now she was on her favourite position, resting her head peacefully on his chest, probably listening to his steady heartbeat, and her arm resting across his waist and as much as he enjoyed the feeling that having her so close brought him, Erik's mind worked relentlessly not allowing him to rest.
Christine was right, as much as it pained him to admit it, she was right and Erik knew it. If he left Coney Island he would probably be unable to protect Dominic and Agatha as much as he would like to, but if he had another encounter with Moore's man he would surely be dead. Leaving Coney seemed to be the only real way to keep himself and Christine safe and maybe Squelch was also right and Manhattan and the opera house was the place to build a name for himself both as a honourable man and as unscrupulous man. He would have to do and gain favours from powerful people and make all the right contacts, He would whatever he needed to, but he would make the Scarecrow pay dearly for what he had done and he needed Nadir to do so.
Doing is best not to wake Christine from her slumber; Erik got up and went looking for writing material. When he found paper, his inkwell and a candle he sat at the kitchen table, lit a match to light the candle, which provided him with little light but just enough so he would know what he was writing.
"Dear friend
It's been a long time since I wrote to you and believe me, my life has been too much of a mess for me to be able to write. It's been almost two months since I received your last letter and with summer my angel returned to my arms. Yes, Christine finally found me or I found her, or what it was. The main thing is that it's been a week of love and happiness like I've never had before. I also saw the Giry girl and she seemed to be drained and upset even if she kept her lovely smile which always reminds of a younger Roxanne. I should be seeing our old friend soon.
Christine asked me to leave Coney and settle with her and the Girys in Manhattan and that invite could never have arrived in better time, but I need your help. Once more I have bounty on my head, as you may call it. No. It has nothing to do with the authorities, for once in my life I'm persecuted for doing the right thing by a psychotic son of a bitch who is trying to make of my nephew a freak show, but I'll fill you in once you arrive. I need you to come to America; you may be my only chance of doing things right this time.
When you arrive I hope I'll be settled in Manhattan and maybe by then Christine will be my wife. If I don't write you telling where you can find me, go to may present address and ask for Marine Chevalier. She'll let me know that you have arrived and I'll meet you in my apartment that you may use as your own while you try to settle. I'd never ask you this if I really didn't need your help.
I hope this finds you well
Your friend, Erik."
Erik looked over his once he heard a groan coming from the bed and saw Christine turning on the bed and he saw her eyes open.
"Come back to bed." She told him drowsily.
"In a moment." He answered picking up the black sealing wax, placing it above the candle to so it would melt on top of the envelope to seal it shut and once again the room was filled with Christine's light breathing as she returned to sleep.
Erik wrote Nadir's name and address on the envelope and as soon as he was finished he put the letter inside his jacket's pocket. He then went for a little compartment on his closet from where he removed a bionic arm still under working process. He looked once more to the arm and then to Christine. She looked so peaceful, oblivious to the tempest that was brewing inside him. Only when he was sure that she remained asleep did immerse himself on his meticulous work. Tomorrow he would tell Christine of his decision and tonight he would allow her to rest. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The world is a strange place indeed. The sound of laughter can be the most haunting sound to one whom only knew humiliation and pain and as Erik walked once more through Gargolia's gates, even if Christine walked right by his side, he was tormented of a long lived torture. He could see the innocent children passing by him and then he would see a flash of other kids behind iron bars throwing stones at him as they laughed and called him all the range of names from freak to Living Corpse. Christine's strong grip was the only thing preventing him from drowning himself on his daytime nightmares, even if his step remained sure and his face hidden beneath his hat's shade.
Christine could feel him tense and stiff beside her as he leaned on his cane and the large bad hung from his shoulder. She could see at what seemed to be the end of the park a large tent with red stripes reminding her too much of the tent at the gypsy camp Roxanne had described to her and she just couldn't shake the eerie feeling it gave her. There was no wonder that Erik was so shaken and frightened with this place.
"We can go home right now." She recalled him whispering in his ear and caressing his arm.
"Nonsense." He said trying his best to seem confident. "Tell me. Have you ever tried ice cream? Quite an interesting delicacy. I know this Italian ice cream parlour just down this lane. We can go there and…"
"I'd rather that we got this over with. Whatever you're plan might be." Christine answered uncharacteristically blunt. Erik looked at her and gave her a peck on her lips.
"I'm trying Christine. I'm trying so desperately trying to make this hell hole a pleasant place at least for one day for us." He told her holding her hands. "Look at the people. Look at these kids. Listen to the sounds and the music. This could be a great place for families to spend their holidays together and a safe haven for those… like me." Erik raised his shaky hand to caress her cheek and looking right in her eyes. "There is hell here, my personal hell in fact, as is the devil in the form of that Scarecrow Moore, but I could turn this place into paradise and I need you by my side, as my partner to do that." Christine held his hand and brought it to her lips kissing its palm gently as she closed her eyes. He was still shaky but he was doing his very best to be brave and to keep his head standing tall. He was trying so hard that it was impossible for her not to feel her heartstrings being pulled. She stepped closer to him, smiled hopping their hats would not collide and brushed her lips against his, worked against his mask and only then did she kissed him.
"You are an amazing man and I'm lucky to be loved by you." She told him squeezing his hand encouragingly.
"I'm the lucky one." He told her with teary eyes then he took a deep breath and blinked the tears way and smiled at her. "First ice cream and then we shall face this trial by fire." Christine rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders smiling. Trying to sway him from this idea would be hopeless, but as long as they were away from that place before night fell nothing should go wrong, at least that was what she hopping for.
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Ice cream seemed to have smoothed things a little as they laughed of each other's smudged mouths and shared a bowl of three flavours. It was delightful for Christine's eyes and heart to see the way Erik was starting to enjoy the simple things in life and for that she had to thank to a very especial boy. It was clear that he was reliving his younger life through his nephew, making sure the boy had the childhood he had never been able to have and somehow the boy was teaching him to relax and enjoy the little unforgettable things life had to offer.
"Good grief, Erik." Christine said smiling. "Clean yourself." She gave him a napkin and picking one for herself. When she looked up to Erik he still had a stain of chocolate on the corner of his mouth. She reached forward and using her thumb she cleaned the stain from his lips and brought her thumb her own mouth. Erik never looked away from her, not even when blush started to creep from beneath his skin.
"That was…" he said drinking what water he had left inside his glass and undoing his tie a little so he could breath.
"Incredibly embarrassing. I can't believe I did that in public and with a straight face no less." Christine said covering her face with a fan.
"Don't worry my dear." He told her gently. "Nobody noticed. I'm going to pay our check and I'll be right back."
Erik got up with his usual amazing gracefulness and almost waltzed to the counter behind which a young man stood serving other clients. When the young man recognised Erik he smiled and bowed his head telling the older man, probably his father to replace him as he went to write the check. Erik paid and waltzed back to the table were Christine was seating. Offering her his arm Erik and Christine walked out from the ice cream parlour.
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The tent was closed to visitors so Erik and Christine entered from behind. It was a mysterious place half in shadow half in light and all around they could see divisions created by curtains were cages where people, strange people stood.
Christine looked around taking in the horror show before her eyes and shills started to attack up and down her back. Secretly her hate for Erik's mother grew and grew. How could a mother do that to her own child.
"Unlike me these people are here because they don't have any other choice. Nobody else would hire them and to survive they have to humiliate themselves. At the end of the day they are freed from these cages and they go home." Erik told her holding her hand tightly. "Many of them were born here and the children are probably run-aways from some asylum. Moore found them and broke them into submission."
"That's terrible." Christine breathed raising her hand to her chest.
"Lady if you think that's bad, imagine what is being throw rotten food to." Said a voice coming from one of the cages. When Christine looked she saw legless man. Christine stepped back her back meeting Erik's arm.
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"So that demon was here again and brought a girl with him." Moore said pacing before a man who had been born with no legs, the same that had scorned of Erik's lady friend's kindness.
"It is as I tell you master. She was kind a beautiful. She was probably faking it." The man answered in a snake like manner.
"Good job Logan." Moore said as a despiteful grin filled his face. "Now that we know that freak's weakness we just need to find what his plan is. Tell me if you find anything. I'm counting with you, my little pat."
"Yes master." Logan said with a cunning smile.
Moore left the tent leaving Logan alone in the dark. Well perhaps not so alone as Moore would wish for. Black eyes shone in the dark and from the darkness a large human shaped shadow moved silently. Hand shaped claws covered a golden mane with a hood and something walked into the night. He kept his head low but his step was quick and sure as he headed downtown. Whatever happened he would not rest until he faced the white mask and the golden eyes of the genius. This betrayal could not go unnoticed.