Another E/C story Chapter Two By Catherine Morland
Raoul hastily entered the Opera, tripping on the steps.
'Striding forth valiantly,' he thought, 'A knight in shining armor gone to save the damsel in distress.'
"Raoul!" Turning his head to see who it was, he promptly walked into a pillar.
Holding his bleeding nose, he realized that it was...no one. Turning his head, he looked throughout the hallway he was in. There was nobody there. He scratched his head.
"Am I going mad?" he asked aloud.
The pillar he had run into laughed. "Going?" it asked.
Raoul stood shakily. "Mr. Crinklebee?" he asked, "Is that you?" It was not, as he suspected, his imaginary friend, Mr. Crinklebee.
He knocked softly on the pillar. It sounded like an ordinary pillar.
He eyed it suspiciously. It looked like an ordinary pillar.
"If it looks like a pillar, sounds like a pillar, and smells (here he stopped to sniff the pillar) like a pillar, than it must be a pillar!" he chanted.
Continuing on his way, he descended to a lower level.
He walked down the corridor, and suddenly felt himself falling.
He had walked into an open trapdoor. Rubbing his head, he glared above him. The trapdoor was closed. He couldn't even see the hole through which he had fallen. Raoul was surrounded by darkness.
He could hear steady dripping off in the distance. Holding his breath and tiptoeing (which only succeeded in him tripping, falling on his rear, and having the wind knocked out of him), he continued on his way.
Seeing as he was making a lot of noise, tripping over his own feet, he decided to crawl, on hands and knees.
His suit was soon stained, but he continued on his way. He didn't even noticed when he wasn't crawling on dirt anymore...he was crawling on wood.
Not realizing he was on the dock, he immediately fell off, into the frigid water.
Shivering, he swam back to shore, rocking back and forth, and moaning pitifully. He had had enough. He was hungry, wet, dirty, tired, and cold. And his imaginary friend had left him.
"Christine!" he called out, "Christine, where are you?"
Finally, he fainted. Erik and Christine, who had been waiting in the shadows, giggling at him, got him in the boat (which Raoul had stupidly not noticed was on his side of the lake) and got to the other side.
They both stared at him distastefully, lying on the bank.
"We should get him into dry clothes," Christine said, still glaring.
"We should." Erik replied, "but I'm not in much hurry to confirm the fact that he's a eunuch."
He turned to her, "How about we just leave him here until we know what to do, all right?"
"Agreed." Said Christine.
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