CHAPTER SIX: CURSE THIS WRITER'S BLOCK! A.K.A. THE FIENDISH ACUSSATIONS OF
ERIK
"These two were only the first? For gods sake Christine! I did not write this!" Christine raised an eyebrow to Erik. "Sure you didn't. Just like you didn't kill Meg or Carlotta!" Erik looked at her. "Someone finally killed the Walt Disney of the Opera House?" (Yes I know he hadn't been bored yet but I have writer's block!) Christine also smiled. "Did it hurt? Er.poor, poor Meg." Christine growled at Erik. "Don't lie to me Erik, everyone in the Opera House knows it was you!" It was at this point that Erik had an extreme urge to throw Ayesha at Christine's face. However, all he really wanted was her out of his home. "Hmm.oh Christine look! It's er... some sort of cuddly creature!" Christine turned. "Where!" Erik threw her in to the boat. "Time to go home."
THE NEXT WEEK
The graveyard was cold and unkind. Madame Giry stood at Meg's grave, tearful. She knelt down and placed a bouquet a flowers at the gravestone. She stood meters away from Carlotta's grave, no flowers. In fact, it seemed people had kicked it. "Oh Meg . . . why did you have to go?" She broke down and sobbed. "That bastard son of a bitch! He's gone to far!!" Suddenly, there was a rustling from a small tree, in modern terms known as a bush. "Who's there?" A soft, sympathetic voice replied. "It's the bastard son of a bitch . . ." Erik emerged from the small tree. "GET BACK! YOU WONT KILL ME!" Erik removed his hat and bowed. "Madame, I can assure you I did not murder your daughter or Carlotta. Not even I could do something such as that in cold blood." Giry eyed him suspiciously. "I don't believe you" she said, emotionless. Erik sighed. "Very well Madame. Believe what you wish. However, I fear your disbelieve will only cause the deaths of others, and perhaps yourself." He walked to Meg's grave, bowed. He moved on to Carlotta's grave, spat, and then evaporated in a flash.
Raoul grinned. It had felt good to end two innocent people's lives. He didn't know why. He supposed it was his only escape from his empty, if not dead sex life (seriously running out of jokes here HELP!). It was clever to pin Erik on it. He had killed twice before. It had given Raoul a rush of excitement, as he had slashed at the young girl and the fat women. Disturbingly enough, he got more excitement from the fat women (ACK!). He would kill again tonight. He decided it had been long enough.
"Andre? Are you wearing make-up?" Firmin had been wondering it for a while, as he sat at his desk writing notes. Andre smiled smugly. "Maybe . . . it depends . . . do you like it?" Firmin removed his glasses and looked up from his papers. He raised an eyebrow (They do that a lot around here huh?). He smiled, and walked towards Andre, grinning broadly. Luckily, just at that moment, Madame Giry burst through the door. "Madame! Andre and I were just discussing . . . the murders! Yes that's right!" Giry, dressed in a long black dress, said worriedly, "give it up Firmin, I know what you do on Fridays. I came to tell you about the murders. The Phantom says it wasn't him!" Andre smirked. "Please Madame, we know that you would be more upset than most people, considering Carlotta had no friends. But please, everyone knows that the ghost did it!" "No you have to understand! Look, I wrote it down and everything!" She brought out a sheet of paper, and began to show it to the managers. "Er . . . Andre? Are you wearing make up?"
Raoul stood outside the office, smiling, with a long length of rope in his hands . . .
"These two were only the first? For gods sake Christine! I did not write this!" Christine raised an eyebrow to Erik. "Sure you didn't. Just like you didn't kill Meg or Carlotta!" Erik looked at her. "Someone finally killed the Walt Disney of the Opera House?" (Yes I know he hadn't been bored yet but I have writer's block!) Christine also smiled. "Did it hurt? Er.poor, poor Meg." Christine growled at Erik. "Don't lie to me Erik, everyone in the Opera House knows it was you!" It was at this point that Erik had an extreme urge to throw Ayesha at Christine's face. However, all he really wanted was her out of his home. "Hmm.oh Christine look! It's er... some sort of cuddly creature!" Christine turned. "Where!" Erik threw her in to the boat. "Time to go home."
THE NEXT WEEK
The graveyard was cold and unkind. Madame Giry stood at Meg's grave, tearful. She knelt down and placed a bouquet a flowers at the gravestone. She stood meters away from Carlotta's grave, no flowers. In fact, it seemed people had kicked it. "Oh Meg . . . why did you have to go?" She broke down and sobbed. "That bastard son of a bitch! He's gone to far!!" Suddenly, there was a rustling from a small tree, in modern terms known as a bush. "Who's there?" A soft, sympathetic voice replied. "It's the bastard son of a bitch . . ." Erik emerged from the small tree. "GET BACK! YOU WONT KILL ME!" Erik removed his hat and bowed. "Madame, I can assure you I did not murder your daughter or Carlotta. Not even I could do something such as that in cold blood." Giry eyed him suspiciously. "I don't believe you" she said, emotionless. Erik sighed. "Very well Madame. Believe what you wish. However, I fear your disbelieve will only cause the deaths of others, and perhaps yourself." He walked to Meg's grave, bowed. He moved on to Carlotta's grave, spat, and then evaporated in a flash.
Raoul grinned. It had felt good to end two innocent people's lives. He didn't know why. He supposed it was his only escape from his empty, if not dead sex life (seriously running out of jokes here HELP!). It was clever to pin Erik on it. He had killed twice before. It had given Raoul a rush of excitement, as he had slashed at the young girl and the fat women. Disturbingly enough, he got more excitement from the fat women (ACK!). He would kill again tonight. He decided it had been long enough.
"Andre? Are you wearing make-up?" Firmin had been wondering it for a while, as he sat at his desk writing notes. Andre smiled smugly. "Maybe . . . it depends . . . do you like it?" Firmin removed his glasses and looked up from his papers. He raised an eyebrow (They do that a lot around here huh?). He smiled, and walked towards Andre, grinning broadly. Luckily, just at that moment, Madame Giry burst through the door. "Madame! Andre and I were just discussing . . . the murders! Yes that's right!" Giry, dressed in a long black dress, said worriedly, "give it up Firmin, I know what you do on Fridays. I came to tell you about the murders. The Phantom says it wasn't him!" Andre smirked. "Please Madame, we know that you would be more upset than most people, considering Carlotta had no friends. But please, everyone knows that the ghost did it!" "No you have to understand! Look, I wrote it down and everything!" She brought out a sheet of paper, and began to show it to the managers. "Er . . . Andre? Are you wearing make up?"
Raoul stood outside the office, smiling, with a long length of rope in his hands . . .