"Well, that's beside the point—"
"Oh, you think so, mademoiselle?"
"Yes, I just…"
"Just what?"
I was getting tired of his interruptions and arguments.
"And what exactly did you do to cause the police to hunt you down?"
I looked down at the floor again, not wanting to discuss what happened. "I….stole something." I lied, not wanting to tell anyone of my experience. He nodded disapprovingly.
"What a disappointing action coming from such a beautiful young lady like you." He replied calmly. I blushed lightly. He didn't know the truth. But just looking at him made you feel guilty. He began to walk again, and I once again followed. "In this life, one should hold on to all of the beauty that one has. If you are fortunate enough to have any beauty at all, that is." He stated.
"I'm afraid I didn't quite understand that, monsieur." I replied, trying to work out what he said in my head. The only response I got was a slight chuckle.
"And I don't expect you to, Annie." He finally said, slowing down his pace. "But you will in time."
"Wait a minute; I do not recall telling you my name." This was getting more confusing by the second!
He only gave me a slight smile that soon faded to a frown, coming to a stop. "So you are going to follow me around until you get answers that even I may not know?" His voice sounded annoyed.
"If that is what it comes to, then yes." Was my simple, stubborn reply. The phantom, it seemed, wasn't content and grew angry with my reply. I suddenly felt a cold, gloved hand run across my neck lightly but threatening as it took grasp of it gently.
"It would be such a shame to end the life of such a pretty little girl." He whispered. I felt his hot breath against my ear, his lips almost touching my flesh.
Oh, God, I was going to die. I felt myself slipping into a complete state of panic. All I had wanted were answers, and to thank him for his actions. I took deep breaths to prevent myself from fainting. I would take this bravely even if I did die.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't hold me down like this, monsieur, you're hurting me." I commented coldly, feeling his strong hand on hers pushing it against the wall. We were standing in front of the entrance door to box 5. All of the light in the area we were in seemed to disappear, leaving us in the shadows.
He loosened his grasp, yet he was still fairly close to my face. His white porcelain mask was almost the only thing visible except for the outline of him in the shadows, making him look seemingly frightening. "You have much courage to talk back to a murderer." Was his reply. I guess I was wrong thinking I'd hear an apology...
