Rogue woke after a dreamless sleep. There was not the usual organ playing away. This unnerved her a bit. She realized she was in her bed.

Where's Erik?

Rogue slowly got out of bed to find him. One leg slid off then the next. She walked through the door and head to the organ.

Maybe he fell asleep or something.

He was not at the organ or on the couch or the kitchen.

Where could he be? It if left he would have left a note, right? Did I check everywhere? What about his bedroom? He told me not to go in there. I should check to see if he's alright. No I'll just go to the library and read he'll find me when he's up. Yes I'll leave him alone.

She went to the library and read until there was a knock on the door. Rogue figured it was Erik and answered,

"Come in."

Why is Erik knocking? This is his home.

The door opened extremely slowly. When it was fully open it wasn't Erik who stood in the threshold. It was …….

Erik…….

Erik slept a very long time. His interaction with Christine in Rogue's body drained him of almost all of his energy. He had doubts about Christine really coming. His music doesn't flow very well anymore. In his other room there was a twenty- eight year old woman about ready to die from lack of food. Erik was truly stressed out.

So before his head hit the pillow he was gone. Escaped into dream world where anything's possible. Fantasies unravel but for Erik horrors come to life.

"It's a world of laughter

A world of tears

It's a world of hopes

And a world of fears

There's so much that we share

That it's time we're aware

It's a small world after all

There is just one moon

And one golden sun

And a smile means

Friendship to every one

Though the mountains divide

And the oceans are wide

It's a small world after all

It's a small world after

It's a small world after all

It's a small world after all

It's a small, small world"

The song kept repeating in the background. The song, however, was just the beginning. All around him were colors and happiness. No shadows could he hide in. Nothing to resemble the slightest bit of evil. This is what hell looks like. (A/N think of Willy Wonka's Chocolate factory. The whole area with the chocolate river. Except minus the umpa lumpas. I know I love the umpa lumpas but they're too wonka.) No one was around. Or so Erik thought. From the corner of his eye he saw something move. He turned in that direction as fast as his cat like reflexes would allow. Right in front of him was Christine. She looked like a deer in front of headlights. Her doe like eyes as wide as can be yet still beautiful. She was dressed in a simple blue. Like the sea in Greece blue.

Oh how I love you Christine.

In his thoughts of love he didn't realize she had started to run from him.

Damn she is fast.

He chased her through a sugar cane forest. She seemed to be full of energy and it didn't seem she'd slow down anytime soon. He still followed her. Erik may have been fit (that's for damn sure.) but he was not invincible. He bent to catch his breath. Slowly he looked at his surroundings. It was like an oasis. There was a waterfall in front of him yet it was silent. The water should have been blue but it was black. Not as in dirty but naturally black. There were shadows everywhere.

Where has Christine leaded me?

A full white moon had risen to reflect its beauty on the inky pool. The water was calm and inviting then there were ripples.

Who's in the pool?

Erik looked up to find Christine entering the pool completely nude. Her pale body was accentuated by the color of water. She waded into waist deep water then dived in. Her head emerged right by the waterfall. Christine found a rock by the fall and climbed out. The water didn't leave any color on her. Her skin was still pale and smooth. He was fascinated. She disappeared behind the waterfall. Like a nymph.

She's beautiful. Why is my mind doing this to me? I need to wake up.

The shadows seemed to bleed into the cheery forest. Soon the water disappeared. Everything was fading away. Soon there was nothing. Then he heard a crash and woke up instantly.

Outside his door hell was breaking loose.

Rogue……

"Constable Pierre?" Stammered Rogue.

"Yes. May I ask you what you are doing here?" The constable was a big man. Fat with rolls under his chin. He seemed to always be jiggling.

"I'm sort of living here for now." Rogue's head was bent and did not make eye contact.

"Do you realize this is the home of the phantom of the opera?"

"Yes he saved my life." My voice seemed barely above a whisper.

"Yet you stay willingly knowing he has killed innocent people?"

"He requested it of me. Since he did save my life I was under the impression I was in his debt. Was I wrong to think such?"

"No. But he is not a man to be trusted."

"He's taking care of me. I trust him with my life." My voice had become stronger. I looked right into Pierre's eyes. For once I had courage.

"What exactly did he save you from?" He seemed annoyed.

"Jorge was beating me and I must have passed out for when I awoke I was here. I was badly wounded and he cared for me. Someone cared for once." The last part was not meant to be heard. She said it just below a whisper.

"He wouldn't have beaten you if you did as he asked. It was your fault. You did something that did not please him."

"I know but I would have died if he hadn't of come for me."

"Do you know why 'He' saved you?"

"He said he needed me for something."

"Do you know what that is?"

"My ability."

"Not this again. For god's sake Rogue."

"I'm sorry sir." I bent my head again.

No one believes me except him. He actually wanted and was glad I had my ability. Not annoyed or unbelieving.

"Rogue? Come we will take you home. Jorge will be missing you."

"No he won't. He doesn't love me. Also he doesn't even know I'm missing." My voice took on a quite angry tone.

"And why would he not know you're missing?"

"He's dead." I stared daggers at him.

"Did you kill him?" He turned as white and a piece of parchment. His eyes almost fell out of their sockets.

"No of course not. I passed out remember. That's how he saved my life." I giggled at the fact that they thought I killed my husbanded. Then my voice took on a dreamy tone.

"You knew this yet you still stayed?"

"I have no where else to go. Also it's his right to say if stay or go. I'm indebted to him. "

"Now I'm saying you are not indebted to him. Let's go."

"No. I want to stay here. He's my friend."

"Friend? Have you seen his face yet?"

"He doesn't want me to see it. "

"Ever wonder why?"

"Well no. why should I be?"

"They say his skin is yellow and stretched tight across his mangled bones. There is no nose. And his eye socket reaches deep into his skull. He's a mangled, murdering, monster yet you stay here?"

"Why should I be afraid of his face when he is not afraid of my ability?"

"For one you have no ability and two if you did it's nothing compared to him. Now show us where he is. Well kill him then be off."

"I don't know where he is and even if I did do you think I'd show you?"

"I am the constable. No one says no to me. Any who do face sever consequences."

"Well I'm saying I don't know where he's at."

"Then we'll find him."

His men grabbed Rogue's arms before she could even think to put up a fight. The shoved her into the main living area. There had to be at least twenty men here.

"Well since this young lass refuses to tell us the location of the phantom search this place. Don't leave any crook or cranny overlooked. Upturn furniture, break things if necessary."

The men laughed in their throats. I just stared dumbstruck at what he said.

"W-w-w-hat? You can't do that. He's worked so hard to get where he's at. You can't destroy everything." AS she said that she heard something break. One of the guards said,

"Oops. Broke something. Hope it's not too valuable." This infuriated Rogue. She struggled against the men holding her. Hot tears of fury and sadness crept out of her eyes.

"Don't worry well ruin this place quickly." The constable laughed at her. She tried to get at the constable but the men held her still. The guards broke anything that could be broken. All she could do was cry. Weak as it may be but she was weak. She scanned the room seeing things uptured and ruined. Her eyes lay on the organ. The guards seemed to just be finished with it. The keys were either broken or missing. The pipes were bent and the wood scratched or busted.

NOOOOOOO! Erik's prized possession. Gone. All because of me.

Rogue's head fell forward in defeat.

I'm so sorry.

Chaos surrounded her. Yet she didn't hear nor see any of it.

"Please stop." Begged Rogue.

"Why?" The constable demanded.

"He's not here. Can you please go? I need to fix all of this."

"Why should you have to? Besides you think we'd leave you here?" Shock spread across Rogue's face.

"Yes we're taking from this hell. "

"I have no desire to leave."

"No one gave you that choice."

"You can't do this."

"I can and am."

Erik exited his room to find his home chaotic. He took in the sight. Rogue being held by two men against a wall and everything destroyed. In his calm but strong voice he asked,

"May I help you?"

"Well don't just stand there arrest him!" Hollered the constable.

A/N Oh will they catch him? I know this chapter sucked. I really need to know where to go from here. Please on the floor begging. I need help. Suggestions really needed.

HELP ME!

Peace out

Indiapyro.