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Ch.4: The Hunted
Erik's POV
As I shoved my way through the crowd, I felt all sense of reasoning just fly out the window. Gone was rationality, replaced by a nameless rage that burst through my chest like a broken dam.
A loud scream had woken me from my stupor, causing me to bang my head on the low rising ceiling. With a loud curse, I had thrown on the stolen green cloak and sprinted for the stairs. Making my way through the walls and floors, I heard nothing but filthy denounces to my god-forsaken hide. That was it. There is only so much blame I can take. When I heard that it had been Michelle Pojek that had been killed, this only fueled my thirst for bloodlust and revenge. That girl had been an asset to the entire populace of the opera house, and I personally respected her. Now, with her life supposedly on my hands, I had decided that this real killer would have to taste what real justice would taste like, namely the coarse fibers of the Punjab lasso.
Suddenly, a hand snaked out and grabbed me. Before I could lay my fingers on the length of rope, Madame Giry's steely gray eyes stopped me. Her gaze snapped to the lasso at my side. " What were you going to do with that? Oh, I should have known. Revenge is your ordinary." Despite the gruesome conditions, she rolled her eyes, ever haughty. " Very well. Go send that man to the devil." I frowned. " I do not require your permission to do what I please. Now, kindly step aside." Without another word, I pushed her away and found a passageway. Along the floor, red rose petals were in a perfect line, leading to an unknown destination. It turned out that that mysterious path would take me to the roof. In the snowy howl of wind, another masked figure emerged from the shadows, undetected by myself.
Narrator's POV
Trying her best not to be trampled, the distraught Christine searched frantically for Raoul. The girl called his name and stopped passersby if they had seen him. One violin player, who was kind enough to lend her his time, led her to the nearly hysterical Vicomte, who was currently shouting curses at the walls in box five. Upon her arrival, he hugged her tight, making a motion for the door. To his surprise, she stopped him, staring at the ornate rafters in a frightened manner.
" No, Raoul," She said heavily, " We must remain here. Erik needs our help." He gaped, unable to believe what he was hearing. The girl had taken leave of her senses! " Are you mad? That murderer will kill the both of us if we try to help him!" Raoul yelped. She shook his shoulder with a force none could have imagined in such a dainty creature. " No, Raoul! Do not be a coward. He is our friend and he needs our help!" The pair then heard a loud, scream. It was coming from the roof.
Dun dun dun! Intrigue! Sorry it was so short, but hey, I have like twenty other storiesto install to.