Marie and Rochelle Note: Sorry it's taken so long to update! School starting and all kind of takes all of our time. Enjoy this chappie! It's dramatic! Dun dun dun!

Angel looked about her as she ate the breakfast Erik had brought her. She had never been one to eat breakfast but since Erik had been so nice to bring it to her plus being so cute…

Wait! What am I thinking? Angel, get yourself together!

For the first time she noticed her surroundings. Apparently Erik had interesting taste, mostly in dark colored fabrics. Can we say morbid?

As she contemplated these things she heard a fluttering noise above her. She jumped, causing her to wince because of her leg.

"Stupid pigeons," she muttered.

"They're not that bad," Erik commented as he walked in with some new bandages.

Angel was about to say something when there was another fluttering sound and a plop! Erik looked at the shoulder of his shirt, now oozing with pigeon droppings, sighed, and then said, "I don't even care anymore."

His female companion laughed at this, although Erik didn't find anything funny about it.

Why is it that I can't keep my cool, reserved appearance around this girl? He thought to himself, frustrated.

Angel noticed his aggravated look and couldn't help but giggle. She realized what a great feeling that was. She hadn't laughed in a long time…

Her face burned as the interrogator slapped her again. She felt a trickle of blood coming from the corner of her mouth but she kept her ground, holding his eyes with a defiant stare.

"Mademoiselle, I ask you again, why did you do it?"

Angel once again kept her mouth clamped tight. She was not about to let this man break her. No man would ever break her again.

The man was obviously losing his patience. He grabbed a fistful of her bright red hair and slammed her head against the table. Angel blinked several times before the room came into focus again.

The interrogator looked at her sternly. "What was your motive?" he asked again.

She looked up at him and said, "Tell me, Captain Duvall, what is your reason for doing this?"

He seized her small hand, twisting the fingers in his vice-like grasp. Angel felt the bones crack under the pressure, her face a picture of pain, but no sound escaped her lips. She still held his stare.

He pulled her face close to his and growled, "My reason, Mademoiselle, is that you…"

"Angel?" Erik asked worriedly, seeing her eye brows furrowed, her eyes filled with memory. "What really happened to you?"

"Captain Duvall?"

The police captain rubbed his eyes, still stinging from the dirt that was shoved in them, and turned to the officer. "What?" he growled.

The officer looked a bit intimidated but said, "Sir, we've lost sight of her."

The captain got a wild look in his eyes. "Officer Babineaux, do you know who this woman is? Do you know that she is probably one of the most dangerous criminals in France? And you dare tell me that you have lost sight of her!"

Officer Babineaux cowered at the man's rage.

"FIND HER!"

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