A Deranged Oratorio Rewrite

Chapter 3: Collective Compassion

"Rao…. where am I" Christine asked faintly and indecisively. She felt the presence of Raoul. He was standing in front of her. Carrying her off into the oblivious. She couldn't figure out where he was taking.

"I thought you left. I thought you left me to perish without your warmth and love. We were blithesome together. Maybe I thought you loved me enough to not leave me," she said compellingly. He didn't answer. "Raoul? Why aren't you answering me?" she asked willingly.

"Sssshhhhh," he said deceptively. "I love you more than ever." He placed her down into the glacial snow. She realized where they were. It was very hazy around them. She thought she knew where she was but couldn't point it out. Out of know where she heard a strange sound. It was like a song she had heard before. A song from the past. She turned without apparent emotion. She saw nothing.

But heard the song her father played often when she was young. How could this be? Her father had been dead quite sometime now. It was impossible for, only her father can play this son. She glanced hastily back a Raoul who was standing with his hand out for quite sometime. It was as if he wanted to dance with her. Christine felt her soul fly away with each note the music played. She blankly took Raoul's hand and they danced without having a care in the world. As they dance, Christine felt like the whole world had been brought back to her. She couldn't stop dancing.

Unusually, they stopped. Raoul spoke inattentively to her. He said, "Christine, I love you more than words can explain. I have many faults in my life. I saved you from that monster because I love you. May I ask a favor from you?"

"Anything" she said very quickly. She never even thought about what he was going to ask. It didn't matter though. Not to her. She would go to the ends of the world to please him. She waited for him to speak. Raoul stood there like a statue ready to fall and break. It seemed like he had blankly forgotten that he was alive. Christine sensed a flaw in him. Like he had changed. He quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her to follow him.

"Ow! Raoul I can't feel my arm! Stop squeezing my wrist! Please!" she said intensely and hurt. She would feel that her wrist had been cut off. She realized he was hurting her. Again she pleaded for mercy. But the grip of his hand had gotten more constrict.

"Save me," he said helplessly. She turned around and then looked back again at Raoul. He was gone. He had been right in front of her. She quickly called out his name, "Raoul!"

She had been led into a deep lost forest. It was very smug around her. She couldn't see a thing. She had become more terrified as she called out his name. Louder and louder she yelled. No one answered. She tried running out of the forest. She stumbled across the leaves. It looked like she was shuffling through the red and orange pile of leaves she had stumbled upon. She attentively stood up and ran. Her breath was heavy. It didn't take her long to figure out she had gone in circles. She tried another way. It leads into a bloody stained area. She let out a scream as she saw a figure in the fog. It looked like a figure of a man looking at her. It had held something in its hand. She ran.

She didn't know whom she was running from. She then stumbled upon a bunch of roots. She yelled out for help. She had fell upon a bloody pile of leaves. There was blood everywhere. She looked at her hands. Blood. She had seen human blood on her hands. She looked in front of her and saw a tomb.

She quickly brushed away the leaves burying it and read on the think piece of granite:

Raoul DeChagny

18?-?

R.I.P.

She turned and felt a hand on her back. It was Raoul.