Authors Note : So here's Chapter 6. I hope you enjoy. I don't think I've said this before but this is based on Kay/Leroux and Webber. So it could get a tad bit confusing but just try and go with it ;)

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Emiliee wasn't sure how long she lay there. She felt as if she couldn't move, even if she wanted to. The yelling and smashing had long subsided but Emiliee knew that the thing that had been talking to her before was still somewhere close. Even if it wasn't, she didn't want to risk anything. So she lay there. Too frightened to move, or think, or speak or even breathe. Much less escape. Her limbs pounded with pain. She highly suspected that she broke and tore many of them. There wasn't much chance that she could get far if she tried to run.

Running was useless. She didn't know where she was, how far away she was from the Opera House. She wasn't even sure if she could stand up. Emiliee moved her eyes slowly around the room. Scanning everything, and trying for the first time to get her bearings. Her vision had significantly improved since her fall which was at least a small comfort to her. She had feared that she may have lost her vision all together.

Emiliee had indeed sat there for hours, with nothing but her own thoughts to console her. It was a bizarre thing, being locked in a dark room all alone for an extended period of time. It messed with your head. At first all she could think of was that man…at least she thought it was a man. That terrifying man. Her mind wouldn't stop swimming with gruesome ways in which she may meet her end. After he had stormed out of the room she had expected him to return with a gun or knife. Something to end her life.

After the initial shock of everything had settled the sudden and impending awareness that her head was throbbing more and more steadily and excruciatingly completely overwhelmed her. She thought about her parents. They had always been so good to her. They were very protective parents, which she never appreciated. But in that moment that she realized she may never see them again it hit her like a rock in her gut. She loved them. She needed them. She wanted to see them.

But she doubted she would ever get to see them again.

Emiliee looked around again and her eyes fell on the only door in the room. Obviously heading out. Out into the world again: to her parents, to the Opera, to her normal life. Emiliee's head began racing with a million different choices. She could try and escape through the door, or she could lie and wait for that man to return.

Emiliee was a very indecisive person. She usually had a lot of things chosen for her. Little decisions she never bothered herself with and big life-altering ones…well there hadn't been that many. And if there had been her parents had dealt with it without telling her. So many years of not thinking for herself weighed down on her as she weighed the choices she had to make now. The choices that determined her fate. Win or Lose. Life or Death.

Finally Emiliee began to sit up slowly. She had decided she would much rather try and get out then just sit there and wait for him to come back and kill her. Or worse. Emiliee shook those thoughts from her mind. She had to have a clear head if she was ever going to get out alive.

She moved ridiculously slowly. Every single crack or shuffle made her freeze in her spot. Even if those sounds were made from herself. Her feet slowly padded along the carpeted room towards the door. It was deadly silent. She could hear her feet walking slowly across the room and she could hear her light, rattling breaths. But they didn't seem like they were hers.

Her legs exploded with pain every step she took and her head felt dreadfully heavy. But she tried to ignore it.

She stopped as she approached to the door. Her eyes were locked on the doorknob. With a last shaky and hesitant breath she laid her hand upon it and turned it slowly.

Emiliee half-expected it to be locked. Her emotions ran wild as it slowly creaked open. She wasn't sure if she was actually content it was. She rather wished that it had been locked and she wouldn't be aimlessly walking around in the dark like she was.

Her eyes scanned around her. She couldn't make out much, it was so amazingly dark. But she could see another door. She sighed. She had come this far, she had to keep going.

Stepping through that door as well she walked out into the front yard. Or was it a front yard. Emiliee turned around and stared in wonder at the house that lay in front of her and then looked back to the front. There was a large lake stretching around it. It ran slowly and eerily. But Emiliee found herself strangely attracted to it. She suddenly had an unexplainable urge to run and throw herself into it. Let its icy depths completely engulf her.

She gazed at it in wonder. It was a long while before she noticed the boat sitting quietly by the shoreline. Emiliee couldn't believe her luck. She had escaped. All she had to do was take that boat off this river and then….and then….

Confusion filled the once confident young De Chagny. Her fixation with her surroundings had dissolved into fear again.

Where the hell was she?

She had absolutely no idea.

Never the less, Emiliee slowly began to make her way to the small boat. She figured that as long as she was as far away from this peculiar place she would be fine.

She was about two steps from it when she suddenly felt a presence. She couldn't describe what it felt like. She wasn't sure what it was but it was there. A shiver ran through her spine. Slowly she turned around; dreading to see what was watching her.

A man stood in front of her. He was thin, tall and bony. But he had this allure about him. An aura that made him illusory, almost dreamlike. His frail frame didn't for one moment make Emiliee feel that he could not hurt her. The whole air about him as very, very threatening. But the most abnormal thing about the man standing in front of him was not his presence or figure. It was that he wore a mask. A half of a white mask covering the right side of his face. Emiliee was suddenly plagued with curiosity and she knew in an instant that this was the shadow demon that had scared her all those hours ago.

She could not think of anything to say to him. Should she apologize, or run for her life. Maybe she should just swim across the lake. Would he catch up to her? But her thoughts ended abruptly as he started to speak to her. The sound of his voice amazed her. It was hypnotic when it wasn't screaming insults or threats.

"What are you doing?" He asked. He talked as if it was the most regular conversation being held in the most regular circumstances. His eyes played with an almost comical expression.

Emiliee just stared at him. The comical expression in his eyes vanished in an instant. The fascination changed into fear once more and Emiliee couldn't think of anything. She was completely frozen.

"You…You're going to kill me aren't you" Emiliee said. Surprised that the words came from her.

The man met her gaze and stared at her for a long time. Emiliee soon began to feel uncomfortable and self-conscious.

"No." he said finally "But I could."

He began to talk through clenched teeth.

"You remember that child. I can kill you whenever I want to. You speak of this to no one, do you understand me?"

Emiliee stood silently and watched him. He let out a long and angry sigh.

"You are one of the most dimwitted children I have ever laid eyes on. I know you have a voice, now use it! Do…you…understand…me!"

Emiliee nodded slowly. Her voice was but a whisper "I do."

Turning slowly to the boat she tried to get into it. She couldn't think of what she was doing. All she knew was that she had to get away from him.

A sharp pain enveloped her head. She felt a sharp object descend upon it and then she was engulfed in complete darkness and could see or think no more.


Henrietta walked around the empty de Chagny manor. It was so empty and forlorn when the family did not inhabitant it. Although she was nothing more then a house maid she still felt a strange connection to the family. Raoul was such a noble and hardworking man and the daughter, Emiliee, was a joy. She was hard-headed and difficult at most times but this did not anger Henrietta. Actually it amused her greatly. But the one she worried and thought of most was of dear Christine. She was battling some of the worst evil spirits that she had ever seen anyone had to face. On more then one occasion Christine had been present in Henrietta's prayers.

A large bang from the front of the house jarred Henrietta out of her thoughts. She heard a loud crash, thump and then the voices of men. It had to be at least 4 or 5. There voices were raised, they made no attempt to hide the fact that they were intruding upon the home. There words were slurred as they yelled uninterruptible commands at each other. Henrietta knew at once that they must have consumed great amounts of alcohol prior to arriving.

Terrified she ran into the nearest bedroom and closed herself away in the closet. She wasn't sure what they were after but she didn't want to be found. Men that were strong enough to knock the door right off its hinges could easily bring her to harm.

The voices floated around the entire house. She strained her eyes to understand what they were saying. If only she knew what they wanted. Not until the words "just find her" reached her ears did she know what they wanted. They were looking for someone not something.

She heard pounding footsteps reach the top of the spiraling staircase and they stopped right in front of the room which Henrietta was hiding. Her breath caught in her chest and she knew that if they didn't leave there soon she was to suffocate.

The voices grew softer and the footsteps more quiet. But she could still distinctly hear them enter the bedroom.

She didn't move, didn't breath. She closed her eyes and let out a silent prayer, a hope that God would protect her from the wicked men whom stood in front of her.

"We know you're in here…" one of them started.

He was greeted by a very garbled laugh by the other man with him.

Henrietta watched in horror as the handle began to turn. They had found her.

Before she knew it she was being grabbed roughly by the shoulders and thrust onto the ground. A harsh blow overtook her abdomen.

"Where are the de Chagny's?" a voice asked menacingly

Henrietta was terrified. But she would never give away the location of the de Changy's. She worked for them, and they were her friends.

Enraged by the answer the man slapped her hard across the face.

"Tell me where they are or your life is over." The accomplice drew a gun and Henrietta felt the hard, round tip meet the side of her head.

Henrietta stopped as these words sunk in. Her eyes met with the face of the man whom held her so tightly and an immense hatred overtook her. A hatred so raw and tainted that she was shocked at herself for feeling it.

She stared at him for a good long moment. Her mind was buzzing. But she knew what she had to do.

"Well…?" the man began coming closer to her face.

Henrietta recoiled at the bitter smell of his breath. But she soon gained her composure and finally spoke.

"May you forever by condemned in hell…" she said and then she spat in his face.

The last thing she saw was him nodding. Before a deafening gun shot echoed throughout the house.