Ways to Kill the Fop 2
Erik sighed. He'd had another boring day. There was only one thing he could do to make himself feel much better. With a smile, he closed his eyes and began to dream…
The dark figure crawled through the window of the Vicomte de Chagny's dark house. Raoul and Christine were away on a cruise for a month, and Erik was taking this opportunity to set up a death trap for the Vicomte.
It was a big job, and was going to take lots of genius on Erik's part. But, Erik sighed, revenge was revenge. And he had a whole month to complete it. Erik turned the lights on. Where would be the perfect place to hold this death plan? He pondered, and looked around the room for a while. It came to him, then. Raoul's dressing room! Christine most likely wouldn't go in there, so he didn't have to worry about killing his one true love…
Erik shook his head to snap himself out of it. It was no time to think of Christine. Only of Raoul… and how to kill him. Walking into Raoul's dressing room, Erik grinned evilly. The Vicomte had obviously insisted on taking his whole wardrobe. The 5x6 room was quite empty.
The Phantom set to work, pulling out the sheets of wood and rock that he would need. The room had to seem innocent, yet be dangerous on the inside. Erik figured that if he could find a way to attach the boards so they would look innocent until Raoul shut the door. Then they would swing around—revealing evil pointing rocks.
Then the door would lock tightly. Pulleys and levers would be everywhere. Erik snorted. With his luck, the Vicomte would probably strangle himself to death in panic as the walls start to close in on him.
As Erik finished the first part, he realized that this was going to be easier than he thought. Why? Because obviously Raoul spent a lot of time in his closet, weeping in pity for himself. Why would he be weeping in pity for himself? Take a wild guess. You'll probably hit it no matter what you choose. There was a box of tissues—mostly all—sitting on the shelf. One thing the Vicomte had forgotten.
Within fifteen days, the trap was set… and it waited for its prey.
Erik wanted to see the show himself. He loved watching his enemies die. So he climbed into the attic and cut a small hole so he could see the plan in action. Christine and Raoul would be home in fifteen more days. Erik headed back to the opera house for thirteen of them. Then he moved back so that he wouldn't miss it.
As he settled in up in the attic, Erik heard the door slam. Grinning, he listened intently. Within minutes, the sound of the Vicomte's heavy footsteps resounded. Of course, he headed for his closet first to put all of his clothing away before it could get wrinkled. Oddly enough, Raoul did shut the door behind him. Erik grinned. The party was about to begin.
The locks clicked in place and the walls swung around. The sharp rocks were now pointing at Raoul, only three feet away on both sides. The Vicomte screamed. "What is this? What is going on?" Raoul cried.
"This, Vicomte, is called…" Erik paused for drama. "Revenge."
"PHANTOM! Oh no! I knew this day would come! Philippe! Philippe! SAVE MEEEE!"
"No one can save you now…not even Chrsitine." Erik threw his voice so it seemed really creepy.
Raoul whimpered. Erik pulled the lever that would set the walls in motion. Raoul screamed shrilly as the walls began to close in on him. "I'm going to die! Are you crazy!"
"Yes." Erik replied smugly.
The walls were about three inches away from Raoul when Erik stopped them. The Vicomte didn't move. Erik then grinned and moved the walls in one foul swoop in on the Vicomte. His last screams were barely heard as Erik threw his voice through the mansion:
"Christine, your lover is dead. Will you marry me now?"
Oh. That was gruesome. MUAHAHAHAHAHA! I love it. Fun fun fun. R R!
Kara