Bad news guys, I didn't make it for Region Choir. But Sam, phantomgoddes34 did. You'll hate me for this but, you stabbed those notes. We're Soprano TWO's. Gangster two. Hehe. I'll be on that subject for the week. Well, POTO comes out in 3 days. Can't wait. This chapter made me want to cry. Also, like I normally do, I have an excerpt from my next chapter at the bottom. The song Erik sings Christine to sleep with was one of my region songs we didn't sing. Please R&R!


Chapter 12: Disaster Strikes

"Will you watch our rehearsal today Erik? The managers and Madame Giry won't be there." Christine asked Erik, "Monsieur Cardenas won't be able to handle it. Please?"

"I told you, I can't." Erik said, "I have to do these forms. Do you want the opera house to fall into financial trouble?" Christine shook her, realizing that she had been defeated. With that over, he escorted Christine to the mirror. "I'll see you after the rehearsals. Remember, I love you."

"I love you too Erik." She gave him a light kiss on the cheek and left through the mirror. He took, once again, a scenic route back home, leaving the boat for Christine. The scenic route was also faster. When he got to his library, he had a headache. Hoping that some space would help him, he walked to the shore of the lake, and sat down on the ground, there, he filled out some bills and other things.


"Erik! Erik!" Meg yelled pounding on the mirror. It hadn't been but about 15 minutes since the rehearsal had started. Erik, sitting on the shore, heard her voice echo through the labyrinth. He got up startled, and took the same passageway, as he had taken before. Before he left, he picked up his Punjab Lasso from organ. Running as hard as he could, he got to the mirror in about three minutes.

"What's wrong?" Erik asked confused.

"Christine! She's… She's been shot!" Meg exclaimed grabbing Erik's hand and pulling him to the door.Not caring who saw them, they sprinted to the big doors with opened to the auditorium. When they slammed the doors open, all the dancers looked towards them. The dancers were surrounding Christine. When they saw Erik, the Punjab Lasso, and the mask, the ballet girls thought he was going to kill them all then, and there.

"It's the 'Phantom'! Now he's going to kill us!" A little ballet girl yelled. Ana stood looking at Christine, but she had on a slight grin. Marissa and Lauren had already tried to get to Erik and Meg, but decided against it. Instead, they tried to calm the ballet girls down.

"Be quiet!" Marissa yelled, getting total silence in response, "He won't kill us."

"Erik can you help her? She got shot." Lauren said, already at Erik and Meg's side.

"How did you…" He trailed off, remembering about Christine. "Oh my God!" He ran onto the stage, and to Christine. The girls scurried out of the way. He knelt next to her, and grabbed her hand. Emotions took over him, and he started to sob. He yelled to Meg, "Get a carriage, now!" The dancers were confused. This wasn't the evil, selfish, 'Phantom' they had known. They were about to ask Meg, who this guy was, and what she had done with the real 'Phantom', but she was already running off to go fetch a carriage. In fifteen minutes, she had returned and stated that she found one. Erik had already stripped off his shirt and tore it into long strips, and wrapped Christine's wounds. As he picked up Christine, he placed his cloak over her thin body. He ran from the stage and out of the opera house. Meg followed. Marissa and Lauren wanted to go with them, but thought it was best of they stayed.

"To the nearest doctor! Hurry! I shall pay you well." Erik said nervously to the coach driver. Why did Madame Giry have to be at a convention? Today of all days. As they moved on, Erik sang to Christine. His voice comforted the distraught Meg. It was possibly Erik's singing that kept Christine alive. They soon reached a doctor. Erik threw the door open and gave the driver 100 francs. He knocked on the house's door. The doctor's wife emerged.

"May I help you?" She asked.

"She is shot. The bleeding has stopped, but she's still unconscious." Erik said, entering the house and laying Christine down on a bed in a room, which the wife showed him to. She ushered him out of the room. He made his way back to the siting room. There, in the sitting room, Meg and Erik stayed. "How did Marissa and Lauren know me?" Erik asked Meg, not in a mean way but curiously.

"Well, first, where's your Punjab Lasso?" She asked him, he pulled it out. "Fork it over, then I will tell you." He looked at it hesitantly, but relented. She took it, and put it out of his reach. "Ok,

When we went shopping, and when Christine bought you those gloves, she accidentally said, 'Erik could use a pair of gloves. His are wearing out.' She didn't realize that Marissa and Lauren heard your name. Then, they asked her about you. She couldn't say anything but the truth. Those two aren't stupid, they could tell if she was lying. They took it pretty well. They guessed that if they told anyone, they would receive an imminent doom. They promised."

Erik was taking all the information in slowly. "Ok, I thought it would be worse. I have faith in them." He wasn't mad at Christine for letting his secret out. Then his mind went from the happy mood, to the depressed on worried about Christine. After about an hour or two, the wife came back to them.

"She'll be ok. The bullet tore a lot of tissue, but it wasn't deep. It also missed the baby. The laceration was about 4 inches above her abdomen." The wife confirmed.

"May I see her?" Erik asked, worried, still about Christine and the baby.

"Oui. Follow me." She said, gesturing for both Erik and Meg to follow her. When they reached the room, Erik went in alone. Meg stayed outside the door, to give them some privacy, but would sooner or later come in.


Christine was still on the bed she was on before. Erik kneeled beside her on the floor. He took her hand in his and kissed it lightly. He started to cry. Why hadn't he supervised the rehearsal? Christine had asked him to, but he didn't. He then remembered that they said the three most important words to each other, before they parted; 'I love you.' When Meg came in, he started to sing to Christine, hoping his voice would help her recover:

Sound the bugle now,

Play it just for me.
As the seasons change,

Remember how I used to be.
Now I can't go on,

I can't even start.
I've got nothing left,

Just an empty heart.
I'm a soldier,

Wounded so I must give up the fight.
There's nothing more for me,

Lead me away...
Or leave me lying here.
Sound the bugle now,

Tell them I don't care.
There's not a road I know,

That leads to anywhere.
Without a light feat that I will,

Stumble in the dark.
Lay right down,

Decide not to go on.

Then, all of a sudden, Christine opened her eyes and began to sing with Erik:

Then from on high,

Somewhere in the distance.
There's a voice that calls,

'Remember who your are.'
If you lose yourself,

Your courage soon will follow.

Erik's voice died off, and Christine sang alone:

So be strong tonight,

Remember who you are.

Erik's voice came back, singing with her:

You're a soldier now,

Fighting in a battle.
To be free once more,

That's worth fighting for.

Overjoyed, Erik stood up and hugged Christine.

"Sleep now." Erik said, "You need your rest." He stayed with her and sang her to sleep. Singing a song, his mother used to sing to him:

Far away, in a far off land, lives a child who loves to sing.

She opens up her fragile heart, and her song, it takes wing.

She sings, 'La,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la. La,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la. La,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la.'

On the grass, on the cool, green grass that was her's since she could run,

She lies with hair open like a fan in the warmth of summer sun…

Erik stayed by her side, the whole night, barely getting a few hours sleep.


Here we go.

Chapter 13: The Return

"Madame, you may leave today. You can't move around a lot, unless you ant the stitches to come undone. Your baby is fine. Don't worry." The wife assured her. Erik and Christine both felt overjoyed to be going back to their home.

(A little later.)

He held out his hand for Meg, and did the same for Christine. They walked up the stairway that leaded to the big French doors, which opened to the lobby.