A/N: Hi! I just read my new reviews...to clear a few things up with what Erik
escaped from, it was NOT prison and/or jail and I have changed the headline
from 'Erik' to 'The Phantom has Escaped' since not many people know that
his real name is Erik...maybe this chappie will clear some stuff
up...hopefully...sorry if it stinks...I just went to the dentist for two hours
and a half...I hate Invisalign...(just a little note...just incase you don't know
French, the phrase in French means "I will get you")...P.S.-(this P.S. is
three days after I started this chappie...) I have been banned from fanfic
for the rest of the week...I'm sneaking on right now...so I'm sorry that this
is late...and, no, RubyMoon2, I'm not stopping yet...and sorry to those who
tried to e-mail me but I didn't reply and/or it didn't work...I don't know
what's wrong and/or I'm busy and will e-mail you soon!
V. Christine felt a little better after what had happened that morning. The Persian had offered to call her a carriage to take her to breakfast, but she had resisted, saying that she needed some fresh air. "Maybe it would do you good to be in the light and fresh air, Mademoiselle, but please be careful. Erik is not as afraid of light anymore. He might turn up where you least expect it," warned Nadir. She saw the fear in his deep eyes, but told him that she would be extra careful. She also did not want him knowing that she had to go to therapy. He did not need to know that she was crazy. Christine waved to the Persian as he rode away in a carriage. She went back inside to quickly wash and then, she would be on her way.
When she walked back inside, she noticed something. The newspaper was still on the floor. All of France was now aware that Erik was real. She saw the bold print staring back at her, as if coaxing her to read more. She did just that. The article said:
Paris is once again under a cloak of darkness. 'Le Phantome de le Opera', is once again at large. We found a figure this morning on the sidewalk by the Opera House, dead. We discovered that the person was the victim of a stabbing of forty-two times. We found a note on the body written in a scribble handwriting saying, "Je volonte obtenir tu...O.G." Many of you must think that this might be some murderer covering up for his crime by calling himself 'O.G.', but we have proof that this really is the ghost from one year ago. Madame Giry used to be the ballet mistress at the Opera Theatre, but that was not her most important role. She claimed to be the keeper of Box 5, which many people know is the 'Ghost's Box'. We took a finger print sample from the box by using the program for the opera 'Don Juan Triumphant', which, apparently, had been left there after the performance last year. We compared the finger print from the program to the finger print we lifted off of the note we found by the body. We found a match between the two. Because of the proof of the ghost's existence, Madame Giry and her daughter, Meg Giry, have been released from prison, cleared of their robbery accusation. We strongly caution all young women to stay clear of strange men. If you catch a glimpse of someone who you think looks like our long lost ghost, please, alert the authorities immediately.
Christine could read no longer even though the article took up another full page, full of what happened a year ago. She let the newspaper fall to the floor. Erik was looking for her. She knew it. She could feel it in her weak bones. How did he escape? She knew that the mob had boarded up his lair underneath the Opera Theatre. Even he could not get out of it. But, maybe he could have. She really did not know him that well. All she knew was the angry side of him, which he almost always had. She did not know the magical side of him that well. Oh, she knew he could disappear from anywhere, but through solid walls? Maybe it was possible...for Erik.
She shuddered at the cold memory of that cruel man. How he obsessed over her. How he thought he loved her. But that was not really love. It was obsession. She looked down at the newspaper at her feet. But it was not a newspaper that was there. It was a mask. A white, silk mask. She picked up the mask and looked into the eye hole that stared back up at her. Then, it evaporated in her hands.
A/N: Sorry for all the special effects...I thought it was cool...hope it's not too weird for you...oh well...now, you may click the Review button!
V. Christine felt a little better after what had happened that morning. The Persian had offered to call her a carriage to take her to breakfast, but she had resisted, saying that she needed some fresh air. "Maybe it would do you good to be in the light and fresh air, Mademoiselle, but please be careful. Erik is not as afraid of light anymore. He might turn up where you least expect it," warned Nadir. She saw the fear in his deep eyes, but told him that she would be extra careful. She also did not want him knowing that she had to go to therapy. He did not need to know that she was crazy. Christine waved to the Persian as he rode away in a carriage. She went back inside to quickly wash and then, she would be on her way.
When she walked back inside, she noticed something. The newspaper was still on the floor. All of France was now aware that Erik was real. She saw the bold print staring back at her, as if coaxing her to read more. She did just that. The article said:
Paris is once again under a cloak of darkness. 'Le Phantome de le Opera', is once again at large. We found a figure this morning on the sidewalk by the Opera House, dead. We discovered that the person was the victim of a stabbing of forty-two times. We found a note on the body written in a scribble handwriting saying, "Je volonte obtenir tu...O.G." Many of you must think that this might be some murderer covering up for his crime by calling himself 'O.G.', but we have proof that this really is the ghost from one year ago. Madame Giry used to be the ballet mistress at the Opera Theatre, but that was not her most important role. She claimed to be the keeper of Box 5, which many people know is the 'Ghost's Box'. We took a finger print sample from the box by using the program for the opera 'Don Juan Triumphant', which, apparently, had been left there after the performance last year. We compared the finger print from the program to the finger print we lifted off of the note we found by the body. We found a match between the two. Because of the proof of the ghost's existence, Madame Giry and her daughter, Meg Giry, have been released from prison, cleared of their robbery accusation. We strongly caution all young women to stay clear of strange men. If you catch a glimpse of someone who you think looks like our long lost ghost, please, alert the authorities immediately.
Christine could read no longer even though the article took up another full page, full of what happened a year ago. She let the newspaper fall to the floor. Erik was looking for her. She knew it. She could feel it in her weak bones. How did he escape? She knew that the mob had boarded up his lair underneath the Opera Theatre. Even he could not get out of it. But, maybe he could have. She really did not know him that well. All she knew was the angry side of him, which he almost always had. She did not know the magical side of him that well. Oh, she knew he could disappear from anywhere, but through solid walls? Maybe it was possible...for Erik.
She shuddered at the cold memory of that cruel man. How he obsessed over her. How he thought he loved her. But that was not really love. It was obsession. She looked down at the newspaper at her feet. But it was not a newspaper that was there. It was a mask. A white, silk mask. She picked up the mask and looked into the eye hole that stared back up at her. Then, it evaporated in her hands.
A/N: Sorry for all the special effects...I thought it was cool...hope it's not too weird for you...oh well...now, you may click the Review button!