A/N:Yes, I'm continuing this. Amazement.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't own, don't own. Thbbt. I own Alice, and that's about it.
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Alice grabbed her bike and set off. She had money and food; what else did she need? Sure, it'd be hard going- but she didn't even know where she was going.
She hoped to travel by bike as far as she could. She didn't really trust people nowadays. She thought she might travel to Canada. It was a very long way, but it would be worth it.
Canada...Maybe.
Erik, Ex-Phantom of the Opera, was in a bind. He'd just escaped from a maximum security prison- honestly, did they really think they could keep him? But still- he did not know where he was going, and he could not disguise himself. He still had his mask- they let him keep that.
Praise them for that, if nothing else.
He needed to get away, out of the country. It seemed you could no longer kill people without consequence. Not that you could before, but they used to be highly inept about catching murderers.
Erik missed his days in the operahouse, before his Christine came -and she was still his, no matter what history said- and truly changed his life. Odd, for him to feel she was still his; that foppish boy had won her away, and he had been left to his misery. And what misery it was.
The Opera was eventually rebuilt; Erik found that he could not die, and did not age- a curse, a terrible curse, life. He yearned for peace, to end it all. He had been living too long.
He had no idea if Christine and her fop were still alive. He supposed so, if he was. They were probably living it up in a swanky chateau, while he lived in squalor. He sighed. Such was his lot in life- he'd do no good expecting more.
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So short, my chapters. And this got fairly angsty, didn't it?