CHAPTER EIGHT: THE POWER OF INSANITY
"A cold blooded killer Erik? Raoul? But he loved me. He could never kill." Erik looked deep in to Christine's eyes. "Please Christine. You must believe me!" Christine shook her head. "I can't. It's Raoul!"
Raoul watched from the rafters of the stage. He had his letter opener, still his most effective weapon. He would kill Erik, and then take Christine for himself. He sung to himself silently. "I am your patron of money . . . die for me angel of music." The insanity was growing. It was going to be a short chapter.
"Erik you're starting to scare me!" He was shaking Christine by the wrists. "Please Erik. We can talk to the managers in the morning." "DAMN IT THE MANAGERS ARE DEAD!" Erik shouted. "But Raoul couldn't . . ." He looked at her. "It could Christine, and it has. Raoul has killed! Raoul will kill me, he'll kill you!" Christine shook her head in disbelief. "I-I-I don't understand. Why would he want to-" Erik stopped. "Wait Christine, do you believe me?" Christine closed her eyes and stroked her hand against Erik's mask softly. She began to cry. "Yes . . . Erik your right."
Raoul stared opened mouthed. Tears began to appear in his deep dark eyes (no jokes here folks). "That bitch. That bitch aligning herself with that masked freak (ooh that'll get me some angry reviews). I'll kill them. I'll kill them BOTH!" He looked up and saw something. A shining, shimmering, chandelier. How ironic. He slipped his knife out and carefully crawled towards it.
"Thank you Christine. Really thank you. That was all I asked of you. To believe me. Nothing more." Christine cried louder. "Erik . . . Erik I love you." She embraced him softly, and kissed him gently on his mouth. Breaking the kiss, Erik, in a moment of unusual kindness said, "I love you to Christine." She cried again, and as Erik ran his hand through her hair, he whispered, "Christine hush now, im here. Everything's safe." Suddenly, the peaceful air was smashed by a high-pitched, hate filled cry. "DO YOU REALLY THINK SO?" Raoul was cutting the supports for the chandelier to pieces. Erik looked up, and watched in horror as the supports snapped, sending the light straight for Christine. "Christine! My angel!" He gulped, then ran towards Christine, frozen in fear, and shoved her out of the chandelier's path. As she fell to the ground, Erik just had time to see the chandelier racing down to meet his chest. For a moment there was silence, followed by the most terrible scream. Erik opened his eyes wide, as a blinding pain flashed through him. He flayeled his arms around helplessly, for any way of help. Christine rushed to him immediately. "Erik! Erik NO!" Erik's hearing was weak. "C-Christine?" She stroked her face once again against his skin. "Please . . . don't be sad . . . thank you . . . for everything you did . . . I love you." His vision went white, then darker, darker, gone. "NO!!!" The Phantom of the Opera, Erik, Christine's one eternal love, was dead . . .
"Well my dear, im very sorry you had to see that!" Raoul jumped down from the shadows, and down to centre stage. "And I fear, my dearest Christine, the killing can not end with that. You must die to." Christine stood up from where Erik's body lay. With a hard face she shouted "no! Enough of the lies Raoul! No more killing! No more evil! No more insanity! No more hate!" Raoul grinned. "And what, pray tell are you going to do about it airhead?" Secretly, Christine reached for Erik's body, and slowly took out his Punjab. "What am I going to do?" She grinned, then viciously swiped (if that is the right way to describe it) at Raoul with the Punjab. He grabbed his sides in pain, as the Punjab lasso tied him up. She was glad she had paid some attention to Erik. She spun Raoul towards her, grabbing his knife at the same time. When the two were face to face, she whispered in his ear coldly, "the question is fop, what are YOU going to do about it. Die you murdering bastard." With that, she forced the knife in to his stomach. Raoul's eyes opened wide in pain. He hit the ground, blood flowing from his stomach. "I love you Christine . . ." He spoke. She spat on him. "Just shut the fuck up." With that, he died. Christine left Raoul, and walked over to Erik. She couldn't believe it. Dead. He was the true angel. What was life without him? She knelt down to Erik, kissed him softly on the forehead, and removed his mask. She placed the mask gently beside Erik. He would never need it again. She took one last look in to the lifeless eyes, one clear, one charred. It didn't matter to her. "I'll see you soon my love." She quickly plunged the knife in to her own stomach, and as she fell on to Erik's stomach she said, "there is no Phantom of the Opera. There is no mask. There is Erik . . . the man . . ." She died . . . . . . . . .
THE END . . . .
"A cold blooded killer Erik? Raoul? But he loved me. He could never kill." Erik looked deep in to Christine's eyes. "Please Christine. You must believe me!" Christine shook her head. "I can't. It's Raoul!"
Raoul watched from the rafters of the stage. He had his letter opener, still his most effective weapon. He would kill Erik, and then take Christine for himself. He sung to himself silently. "I am your patron of money . . . die for me angel of music." The insanity was growing. It was going to be a short chapter.
"Erik you're starting to scare me!" He was shaking Christine by the wrists. "Please Erik. We can talk to the managers in the morning." "DAMN IT THE MANAGERS ARE DEAD!" Erik shouted. "But Raoul couldn't . . ." He looked at her. "It could Christine, and it has. Raoul has killed! Raoul will kill me, he'll kill you!" Christine shook her head in disbelief. "I-I-I don't understand. Why would he want to-" Erik stopped. "Wait Christine, do you believe me?" Christine closed her eyes and stroked her hand against Erik's mask softly. She began to cry. "Yes . . . Erik your right."
Raoul stared opened mouthed. Tears began to appear in his deep dark eyes (no jokes here folks). "That bitch. That bitch aligning herself with that masked freak (ooh that'll get me some angry reviews). I'll kill them. I'll kill them BOTH!" He looked up and saw something. A shining, shimmering, chandelier. How ironic. He slipped his knife out and carefully crawled towards it.
"Thank you Christine. Really thank you. That was all I asked of you. To believe me. Nothing more." Christine cried louder. "Erik . . . Erik I love you." She embraced him softly, and kissed him gently on his mouth. Breaking the kiss, Erik, in a moment of unusual kindness said, "I love you to Christine." She cried again, and as Erik ran his hand through her hair, he whispered, "Christine hush now, im here. Everything's safe." Suddenly, the peaceful air was smashed by a high-pitched, hate filled cry. "DO YOU REALLY THINK SO?" Raoul was cutting the supports for the chandelier to pieces. Erik looked up, and watched in horror as the supports snapped, sending the light straight for Christine. "Christine! My angel!" He gulped, then ran towards Christine, frozen in fear, and shoved her out of the chandelier's path. As she fell to the ground, Erik just had time to see the chandelier racing down to meet his chest. For a moment there was silence, followed by the most terrible scream. Erik opened his eyes wide, as a blinding pain flashed through him. He flayeled his arms around helplessly, for any way of help. Christine rushed to him immediately. "Erik! Erik NO!" Erik's hearing was weak. "C-Christine?" She stroked her face once again against his skin. "Please . . . don't be sad . . . thank you . . . for everything you did . . . I love you." His vision went white, then darker, darker, gone. "NO!!!" The Phantom of the Opera, Erik, Christine's one eternal love, was dead . . .
"Well my dear, im very sorry you had to see that!" Raoul jumped down from the shadows, and down to centre stage. "And I fear, my dearest Christine, the killing can not end with that. You must die to." Christine stood up from where Erik's body lay. With a hard face she shouted "no! Enough of the lies Raoul! No more killing! No more evil! No more insanity! No more hate!" Raoul grinned. "And what, pray tell are you going to do about it airhead?" Secretly, Christine reached for Erik's body, and slowly took out his Punjab. "What am I going to do?" She grinned, then viciously swiped (if that is the right way to describe it) at Raoul with the Punjab. He grabbed his sides in pain, as the Punjab lasso tied him up. She was glad she had paid some attention to Erik. She spun Raoul towards her, grabbing his knife at the same time. When the two were face to face, she whispered in his ear coldly, "the question is fop, what are YOU going to do about it. Die you murdering bastard." With that, she forced the knife in to his stomach. Raoul's eyes opened wide in pain. He hit the ground, blood flowing from his stomach. "I love you Christine . . ." He spoke. She spat on him. "Just shut the fuck up." With that, he died. Christine left Raoul, and walked over to Erik. She couldn't believe it. Dead. He was the true angel. What was life without him? She knelt down to Erik, kissed him softly on the forehead, and removed his mask. She placed the mask gently beside Erik. He would never need it again. She took one last look in to the lifeless eyes, one clear, one charred. It didn't matter to her. "I'll see you soon my love." She quickly plunged the knife in to her own stomach, and as she fell on to Erik's stomach she said, "there is no Phantom of the Opera. There is no mask. There is Erik . . . the man . . ." She died . . . . . . . . .
THE END . . . .