Disclaimer: Hey. Guess what. I DO own ALL the characters from PotO. And I
give everyone the rights to do ANYTHING they want with them, as long as it
involved insulting the Viscount. MWAH HA HA HA! No… I'm kidding.. I don't
own them. (Great… my luck I'm gonna get sued.)
Christine took a step away from him, raising her head and staring directly at him.
"Yes Raoul, my choice is final." She nodded slightly, as if confirming it to herself.
"I suppose there's no real point in pleading or arguing?" Raoul inquired. Christine just shook her head. Raoul brought himself up to his full height.
"Well then. I suppose I really have no other option." He reached his hand slowly into his pocket. He gritted his teeth slightly.
"You really should have changed your mind, Christine." Christine looked down at his hand and her hand flew to her mouth.
"Raoul, no!"
But it was too late. The shot was fired. The bullet pierced human flesh. The gun dropped and Raoul looked down at his victim. Crimson red spilled from the wound. Time seemed to freeze. Suddenly Raoul was knocked to the ground with an unimaginable force.
"I should have kept you in that noose, monsieur! Christine!" He knelt down beside her, cradling her against him. Fortunately, the Viscount was a horrid shot, for the wound did not seem mortal, as long as blood lose could be kept under control. He ripped off his tailcoat and tore off a strip of fabric. He tentatively wrapped the dark fabric around her shoulder, never paying heed to the now ruined wedding dress.
"You'll be fine. I promise." Christine just let out a slight groan in response.
Raoul rose to his feet and stumbled towards Erik. Erik heard him coming up behind him, made sure Christine was secure, then rose to his feet as well.
"And you claim to love her, monsieur!?"
"Better that then have her leave me for a monster like you." He stupidly decided to throw caution to the wind this time and insult the Phantom as much as possible.
"Don't be unwise, monsieur." They eyed each other venomously; both of them ready to strike at a mere moment's notice.
"You have her under some sick control! I was forced to do this!"
"Forced to do this!? You're mad!"
"I'm mad? I wasn't the one who-"
A loud splintering crash echoed through the lair. The mob was now upon them.
"Erik!" Christine shouted, the effort of which causing her searing pain. She looked on helplessly as Raoul and Erik readied each other to tear the other apart. She couldn't believe the turn of events that had just occurred. Her "dear" friend had shot her! It then suddenly sunk in that this wasn't the first time she was put in danger at his hand. Just a month or so back, he had downright forced her to star in Erik's opera. The shot from the marksmen on stage this evening rang through her head. Just then another crash was heard. She knew it would only take a few more blows of the ax until the lair was bombarded.
Ah ha ha ha! Short again! Hehehe
Christine took a step away from him, raising her head and staring directly at him.
"Yes Raoul, my choice is final." She nodded slightly, as if confirming it to herself.
"I suppose there's no real point in pleading or arguing?" Raoul inquired. Christine just shook her head. Raoul brought himself up to his full height.
"Well then. I suppose I really have no other option." He reached his hand slowly into his pocket. He gritted his teeth slightly.
"You really should have changed your mind, Christine." Christine looked down at his hand and her hand flew to her mouth.
"Raoul, no!"
But it was too late. The shot was fired. The bullet pierced human flesh. The gun dropped and Raoul looked down at his victim. Crimson red spilled from the wound. Time seemed to freeze. Suddenly Raoul was knocked to the ground with an unimaginable force.
"I should have kept you in that noose, monsieur! Christine!" He knelt down beside her, cradling her against him. Fortunately, the Viscount was a horrid shot, for the wound did not seem mortal, as long as blood lose could be kept under control. He ripped off his tailcoat and tore off a strip of fabric. He tentatively wrapped the dark fabric around her shoulder, never paying heed to the now ruined wedding dress.
"You'll be fine. I promise." Christine just let out a slight groan in response.
Raoul rose to his feet and stumbled towards Erik. Erik heard him coming up behind him, made sure Christine was secure, then rose to his feet as well.
"And you claim to love her, monsieur!?"
"Better that then have her leave me for a monster like you." He stupidly decided to throw caution to the wind this time and insult the Phantom as much as possible.
"Don't be unwise, monsieur." They eyed each other venomously; both of them ready to strike at a mere moment's notice.
"You have her under some sick control! I was forced to do this!"
"Forced to do this!? You're mad!"
"I'm mad? I wasn't the one who-"
A loud splintering crash echoed through the lair. The mob was now upon them.
"Erik!" Christine shouted, the effort of which causing her searing pain. She looked on helplessly as Raoul and Erik readied each other to tear the other apart. She couldn't believe the turn of events that had just occurred. Her "dear" friend had shot her! It then suddenly sunk in that this wasn't the first time she was put in danger at his hand. Just a month or so back, he had downright forced her to star in Erik's opera. The shot from the marksmen on stage this evening rang through her head. Just then another crash was heard. She knew it would only take a few more blows of the ax until the lair was bombarded.
Ah ha ha ha! Short again! Hehehe