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Chapter 15

"What is the meaning of this, Erik?" Madame Giry asked. "Do you have something against this child? I suggest you do not shower your wrath upon her. I'm responsible for her and Ally during their stay here." Erik stood still, absorbing Madame Giry's words before he spoke. "Obviously, mademoiselle, the girl is not telling you something. I saw her in Ally's room in the morning of that day. Something she said or did upset Ally and drove her out there in the snowstorm." Erik said wearily," I don't know what but I'm going to find out if it's the last thing I do."

Brooke gracefully slid over beside the swan bed. She gazed at Ally. Just one time, Brooke thought, I just have to insert this one time and she's as good as gone. She slowly took out the syringe and bottle and set it at the night table. She popped open the bottle and putting in the syringe and then pulling it back, filling it with the toxic liquid. She carefully placed it over Ally's arm.

"Morphine," Brooke whispered," can be a deadly weapon." She, then, inserted the syringe in Ally's pale skin. She emptied its contents and took the thin, sharp needle out. She smirked. "Goodbye, my friend." She threw away the used syringe and stuffed the bottle in her jacket.

She moved to the door, almost colliding with Erik and Madame Giry. Brooke put on her best innocent look and stood. "I'm sorry. I'm just so upset by looking at my friend just lying there, as she was already dead! I need a moment alone." Madame Giry softened. "Of course, my dear. Come now, you need to rest." Madame Giry gave a sharp look to Erik before walking out of the lair, holding Brooke beside her.

"Little snot-nosed brat," Erik muttered under his breath. He went to the room and sat down beside the bed. Erik noticed Ally looked paler than usual (if that's possible) and noticed her breaths were coming quick and short. "Ally?" Erik said uncertainly, deeply concerned. " What is it, my love?" He placed a hand on her cheek and immediately flinched. She was freezing.

She's as cold as death, he realized fearfully. He quickly got some thick blankets and placed them over her, careful not to suffocate her. He heaved aexhausted sigh." Dream pleasant dreams, my sweet. May they awaken you at last." he whispered in her ear, kissing her forehead lovingly. He lowered the curtains and left to the organ, hoping to distract him for a while so he wouldn't fall to the spell sleep was casting over him.

Ally felt isolated and lonely in the hard, cold floor she sat on. She couldn't remember anything anymore. She couldn't remember her name, her past or why she even existed. She felt blank drained of any emotion feeling like a rag doll thrown carelessly on the floor, long forgotten. Her heart felt broken, overwhelmed, and ached for something she didn't know what. She wept for her lost soul.

Suddenly, a ray of light burst through the thick black barrier, beaming right at her. Her eyes burned, being accustomed to the dark. Her curiosity grew as she took a step forward. She put up a hand above her eyes, shielding the blinding light. Nonetheless, she kept going forward. Maybe, she finally found a way out of the pitiful existence she lived in now and on to a path towards a hopeful future. She smiled radiantly for the first time since she found herself there. She took one last step into the light.

Ally opened her eyes. The light was gone. Instead, it was dark again. Her heart sank. She was back again in the darkness. It was just a hallucination and she was a fool to believe it. Her mind was just playing tricks on her again. Have I gone insane? Ally thought. She looked around, ready to see the pitch-black prison. Her eyes widened in surprise. She was in a candle-litten room.

She felt comfortable and realized she was lying in a soft and large swan bed, beautifully made lace curtains surrounding her with piles of blankets on top of her. She sat up on the bed, wanting to see more of this mysterious yet magical place. Her head pounded furiously feeling like blows in the head and her abdomen felt a sudden sting and she couldn't breathe and made her feel faint. She instantly laid down again. What happened to me? Ally asked to herself. Where am I?

She tried to recall what happened. All she remembered was hitting something wet and white and the rest was blank. She fought, searching for an answer she couldn't find. Tears came and prickled her eyes. Everything is a blur. Why can't I remember anything? She thought helplessly. Why? A sound from the right side of her startled her from her thoughts and she turned her head to find the source.

She saw a man dressed in black. He had dark shadows under his eyes making him look old and tired. She noticed a white mask covered half of his face. Her eyebrows burrowed in concentration. Who is this man? He looks familiar. She saw shock written all over his face and whatever he was holding he dropped it and it fell to the floor with a ear piercing shatter as the pieces scattered all over the floor