The man slowly walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, wearing practically nothing, where he saw his friend lying dead on the floor, his daughter standing over him. What the…? Rage began to swell within him.
As she looked down on the carcass of her hated father, she sense she was not alone, but it was too late. An explosive blow came to her head, knocking her unconscious instantly.
She woke up surrounded by… warmth. She opened her eyes and felt the pain of her injuries surge through her body mercilessly. The room she was in was big. It didn't seem to have anything personal in it that might give her a hint as to where she was or whom she was with. She wasn't comfortable not knowing where she was, but the pain that began flooding her head made her eyes shut and go back to sleep. As she did, she saw the door open, yielding a tall man dressed in black with a peculiar white mask on his face.
Earlier that night…
"I like playing the piano, papa. I want to play like you someday!" the child said enthusiastically, jumping into her father's strong arms. "I know you do, and someday, you will be the greatest piano player in the world! People will come for miles to see you play!" he said, stroking her long brown curls. She yawned and put her head against Erik's chest. Before long, she was asleep. He laid her down in her bed and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight my angel."
Erik slowly walked into their room, making sure that Christine didn't seem him. She gave a squeal as he picked her up from behind and jumped into the bed. "You scared me!" she said, kissing him on the lips. They sat there and looked deeply into each other's eyes passionately before falling into a series of kisses…
Erik awoke with a jump. Someone was knocking against the door furiously. But no one knows how to get here. He slowly got up, trying not to wake Christine, and made his way to the door. As he opened the door, he was surprised by what he saw. No one. That is, until he looked at the ground, where a girl was convulsing violently while foaming at the mouth. Good God… He immediately tried to hold her and stop her from moving, but it didn't work. He strenuously picked her stiff frame up and put her on the couch in the living room. She continued to shake for a few more moments when all of a sudden, all the movement stopped. Is she dead? He opened her eyes and lightly smacked her cheek, trying to wake her up. Nothing. She was still as stiff as board when he started cleaning her off. In an instant she went limp as a noodle. Even thought he had never seen one before, Erik was almost certain about the events that had just taken place. She had had a seizure. He picked her limp head up and examined the back of it. There was a large lump where her head had been hitting the door. Then he noticed all the other injuries that infected her body. Several black bruises on her face and many more on her abdomen. No doubt, she had several broken ribs and perhaps a sprained wrist.
At that moment Christine came into the room. "What in the world?" she said with a confused look on her face. "I'll explain later honey, but right now I need you to go into the spare bedroom and get the medical supplies."
