Thanxs for the suggestions. I'll try to use them.

Erik wasn't stupid. He just dipped into a dark corner. The stupid police wouldn't know what happened.

They better not hurt Rogue. I don't care for her like I do about Christine but she was the first to not care about my mask. Or try to remove it.

Erik waited until he was for sure all police were gone. He had all ready been hit with the first shock of his home but it still startled him. His organ almost unusable. Everything destroyed.

Why did they do this?

He couldn't stand there contemplating what to do. He knew he had to go get Rogue. It seemed to Erik that he started to have feelings for her. Not love but could it be friendship? He didn't know where to look so he headed to the jail house hoping to catch some clues. He hides in shadows until he came to the old stone jail.

Erik saw a window and thought he should be able to see and hear from here very well. Yet inside was a whole new story.

Rogue….

They dragged her around Paris like some common criminal. When they finally reached the jail house she was thrown into a cell. Literally if she weighed more she might have made a dent in the wall. The cell had only hay and a bucket. (A/N anyone wanna guess what goes in the bucket?) It smelt awful. Those who threw her in slammed the cell door shut startling Rogue. She huddled in a corner. Knees up to her chest, head lying on aforementioned knees. She tried not to but silent sobs escaped her.

Just like home. Why am I here? I didn't do anything. What are the chances my masked rescuer will come again? Not a chance. Will I ever get out of here? What are the charges? Oh god what am I going to do? Please someone help me.

What Rogue didn't know was right out side her window her masked man was listening.

If I take her now they'll know it was me and I'd have trouble hiding. Should I wait a few days? No she doesn't deserve this. I can't let her stay in here for a minute longer. Yet how will I get her out?

He unfortunately was so busy arguing with himself he didn't hear the group of police men surround him. They formed and arch around him leaving him no chance of escaping. As he jumped down from the ledge he realized he was surrounded and had little to no possible chance of escaping.

If this was only a couple of police then I could escape but twenty or so? If I fought I could kill a few but still more would come. I will go willingly. I could bargain Rogue's freedom. Oh be so gallant are we. Yes she deserves some freedom for a while. But who will support her. She's too weak to get her own job. Oh stop it will deal with this as we go along. Take me away oh brave police.

"Cuff him." They put heavy chains around his wrists and his ankles. Leaving even less chance for escaping.

"Come we're taking you to the constable." His accent was heavy and raspy. He was rather scrawny but tall. Even taller then Erik himself. They lead him away. He put up no fight. He stumbled a few time. The chains restricted his long graceful strides causing him to have to almost shuffle along. Each time he started to fall but righted himself a few men chuckled. He didn't bother to give them a death glare.

They finally made it to the steps of the jail.

This is going to be interesting. Erik referring to the chains around his ankles.

They made it to the constable's office and rapped at his door.

A muffled, "Come in." followed. The tall man and three others escorted Erik into the office. The rest stationed themselves out side his door. Luckily there were no windows in

The constable's office.

"Well well well. Can this really be the Phantom of the Opera? I think it is. Now men he will be put in cell 666 remove all personal items especially the mask."

They cannot take my mask.

"Sir if you please allow me to keep my mask."

(A/N can't resist.)

"I am disinclined to aquest your request."

That bastard. He can and will not take my mask.

"Oh just to prevent any slip ups I'll take the mask now." He ripped the mask off. Revealing his deformity. The skin stretched and yellow. You could see all the weak veins through the transparent cover. His eye sunken deep into his skull. He was so hideous even the constable gasped. (A/N I don't really think he's all that hideous. It's just for show.) The men holding him tried to get as far away from him as possible but didn't want to let him go. Afraid he might get away.

"Get him out of my sight! Now!" commanded the constable. Erik resisted as much as he can. He was yelling,

"Let Rogue go. Take me but let Rogue go."

"Fine. Put him away then bring Rogue to me." The officers mumbled their okay's then left. They had no trouble putting Erik in his cell. He shuffled to the corner and sat there with his head in his hands. That's how he looked when they left him.

Next they went to go get Rogue. She didn't know what to expect from them. They tried to grab her but she didn't seem to want to get caught. There were three officers in her cell. Quite crowded but still they couldn't get there hands on her. Finally they cornered her. One lead the way out and two grabbed her arms. She kept asking where they were going but none answered her. Who would she was just a girl.

They stopped in front of the constable's door. She had a questioning look on her face. They all squeezed in. She stood in front of his desk. It seemed he was signing something.

"Ah Yes Rogue. Well your probably wondering why you're here, yes? Any way I am letting you go with a warning."

"Why are you letting me go? You shouldn't have to let me go I didn't do anything!"

"Silence. We caught what we were looking for. You are free to go."

What? They caught Erik? Oh my god, No!

"You caught Erik?" I asked just above a whisper.

"Erik? So the monster has a name. To answer your question, yes."

"…" I was speechless. They had caught him. What was I to do? Where was I to live? So many questions and not enough answers. But one thing was for sure they had Erik. How was he to escape?

"What are you going to do with him?" I asked.

"We plan on execution. The date is set for the day after tomorrow. At dawn. I like to do my killings before breakfast." (A/N I know that's from back to the future 3. I don't own that either. It just fit the line.)

"So we have twenty- two hours until we rid our fair opera houses of a hideous monster."

"He's not a monster. Is it because of his face that he's so horrible?"

"He has killed countless times. Terrorized an opera house. Stalked a ballet dancer and has resisted arrest. He is charged with chargeable cause. There's no escaping for him."

What am I going to do?

"Is there nothing that can prevent you from killing him?" I begged there was.

"Of course not. I wouldn't be doing my duty if I let him go."

"Please don't kill him."

"I said no. now leave before I put you back into your cell." I scurried out of there. There was nothing I could do. It was well into the night. Probably around 6 o'clock. Rogue's mind was in deep thought about nothing. What was she to think about she had nothing she could do nothing.

Out of nowhere a man fully drunk came and offered her thirty francs for the night.

"No I'm not selling anything. Especially myself."

"Come on you look like you need the money. All I'm asking is for you. That's not that big of a sacrifice." True she needed the money but to have to do this was out of the question.

"I said no now please leave me alone."

"You are alone." She could hear his breath right by her ear. She was going to turn around and push him away but before she could do that he turned her. He carried her to a dark alley. She tried to fight him off but he was much stronger then she. In the end he got what he wanted. He had tore off all her clothes and left her used and naked. She was trying to comprehend what just happened when she felt a bag full of coins drop on her stomach.

"There's your thirty francs. You didn't really earn it but I feel in the giving mood." He walked off. Leaving her. By the time she had properly clothed herself and got out of the alley it was already 7 o'clock. Since she did have money and was starving she headed towards the bakery. It seemed about a mile away. Once she finished eating it was about noon and she had twenty-seven francs left.

What am I going to do now?

Since she didn't have anything better to do she went and sat by the river. All day she sat and watched the river flow. Never stopping. Always flowing. So carefree and simply yet can be so strong and powerful. She lost track of time. Her stomach growled but she ignored it. Slowly the sun set but she paid it no mind. The star popped out and the air cooled. A breeze came but she neither saw nor felt anything. Time passed by like seconds. (A/N sorry that's from interview with the vampire. I don't own that movie nor book either. I really would like to but don't.) The inevitable day crept up on her. The only nice person she has met is going to die.

She made her way to the jail house. Executions always happened at the jail house. A crowd has already formed. All of a sudden the crowd gasped. They had brought Erik out without his mask.

How cruel. They're going to kill but they felt the need to humiliate him too?

The crowd was growing. Luckily the stage that the hanging was to take place was high enough for everyone to see. There he was mask less in front of a crowd. They didn't even bother to cover his head. His hands were tied behind him and the rope was tightened around his neck. They placed him on the block of wood that at the pull of a lever would fall dropping him to his death.

Rogue watched with no expression. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. The constable walked over to the lever. His meaty grip grabbed the lever like his life depended on it. His knuckles were turning white. As he pulled the lever my mind and voice yelled,

NOOOOOOOOOO!

"NOOOOOOO!"

Erik………………

I sat in my cell. All night and day and night again. My mind was blank I thought of nothing. Just sitting there in my corner. Guards came by now and then to 'check on me' but each time they asked to see my face. When I didn't they laughed and if I did they laughed all the more.

For a while he was left alone then the constable came. I don't know why he came. To torment the already tormented. He just stared at me. My head was still bent but I felt his eyes on the back of my head.

"May I inquire as to why you keep staring at me?" I said as lifting my head to look him straight in the face. He shuddered but kept his ground.

"I came to look one last time at the pathetic man who's going to die very shortly. To think all this time it was just you who created fear in the bravest of men. Now everyone will be able to watch you squirm like the worm you are."

"Is that why you came, to insult me? As I recall you took away my mask and destroyed my home also you will have the privilege of finally putting to rest the phantom of the opera. Now you're adding verbal degrading? I feel you have wounded me enough. Please leave me in peace in my last hours of my hate filled life."

"Now that would be the courteous thing to do wouldn't it. Give a man one last wish before he dies, but your not a man. You could only be described as a monster. Though indulge me how is it you got Rogue to stay with you willingly?"

"I listened and assured her that I would not harm her. Also I was mildly interested in her gift unlike you. Women are special creatures. Each one's different and needs to be taken care of in certain ways. You think all women are the same. Stereotyping something so special and precious into a common object. Do you still ask why Rogue stayed with me?"

(A/N hey I don't know if they had the word stereotype back then but I used it anyway. So just go with the flow.)

"Now that's interesting because as I recall you frightened a young ballerina by dare I say being to forward? Not caring about her but only about you? What do you have to say for that?"

"Well, sir, I can assure you that I may have been a little ungentlemanly but she still loves me. In fact she was on her way to live with me before you came. Now let us be reasonable and put the past in the past. You should be preparing for a hanging, am I right?" Erik's calmness unnerved and infuriated Pierre. He wished that right now he could just strangle Erik.

No one would mind or care. Yet a public display of his face would be all so much sweeter.

The constable walked away with that thought on his mind. Erik didn't know how long he had until his time was up. He wasn't scared but longed to be dead. His soul might as well match his appearance.

He still sat in his corner when the guards came and said his time was up. Erik didn't know why he went willingly.

I should be putting up as much of a fight as possible right? Why am I giving up so easily?

The guards tied his hands behind his back very securely. They walked him out of the jail house and around to the gallows. He heard all of the people who saw him gasp. Slowly they went up the stairs and had the rope tightly placed around his neck. Erik then was moved over the block of wood that would soon drop. He didn't try scanning the crowd knowing what he would hear.

The constable was holding the lever that would drop Erik to his death very tightly. Soon he heard the signal that would lead to Pierre pulling. With out a second thought he was suspended in air for a mere second. Yet before he could fall and break his neck he heard two women scream that same thing one before the other but both ended on the same note. What they both yelled was,

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Christine…

She spent the night at the inn and left early the next morning. Her days were pretty scheduled. Yet she was making fairly good time. The days went by faster then she thought they would. Now Christine was entering Paris. Before she knew it she was outside the opera house.

"Miss, are you sure this is where you wanted to go?"

"Yes sir. Merci." She took her trunk and headed to the side entrance. As she was going there she noticed a flier for a hanging the next day. Christine looked at the details and information and was shocked. This was about Erik.

Oh my god no.

He has been caught.

The phantom of the opera is the be hanged

This coming Friday.

He is charged with countless murders, terrorizing

A prestigious opera house,

Destroy aforementioned opera house

And

Stalking a young dancer.

At sunset he will be hung.

All are invited.

Merci,

Constable Pierre.

This can't be happening. NOOOOOOOOOOO! Erik what have you done. I came just to see you hanged? My love please let this all be imaginary. I must go see him. He'd be at the jail house right? Erik please be there.

Christine hurried to the jail house. A guard asked if he could help her,

"Yes I'm here to see the phantom of opera."

"He accepts no visitor's ma'am. I'm sorry but the hanging is tomorrow."

"Yes I had wished to see him before that."

"Why would a pretty thing like ye want to see a monster like him?"

"That is only between him and me."

"Fine. Though you're still not allowed to see him."

"Okay fine. Merci au revoir." Christine left the jail in a state of melancholy. She'd stay with Meg until tomorrow.

There has to be something I could do to save him, right? Please lord do something, please I'll do anything just don't have him killed.

When she came to Meg's flat she was welcomed with open arms. They had dinner and talked. Christine though was terribly tired. Meg let her sleep in the spare bedroom. She didn't fall asleep for a while. Finally she fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke she had but ten minutes until Erik was to be hung. She could have chose a few unladylike words to say then but resisted. Christine had fallen asleep fully clothed, luckily. She didn't have time to do anything but a quick finger comb of her hair before jetting out the door. Meg wasn't even awake yet. She knew she'd be back though.

Christine ran faster then her legs would carry her. She was five blocks away from where the hanging should take place and the gasps had already started.

They're going to hang him with out his mask. Move legs run faster.

They simple five blocks seemed to increase into five miles. Time was moving too fast. She realized she'd never make it in time.

But you have to try. You can't give up. Erik would never give up. But my legs are so tired. I'm not even breathing. Keep going.

The jail was up ahead. Just as she was turning the corner some other women yelled NO! I looked up and saw Erik being hung mask less. I let instincts take over and I yelled and second after the aforementioned women,

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

A/N so what do you think so far. The next chapter is going to be the last. Don't worry I'll make this a happy ending.. Please keep reading. I'm really sorry.

Peace out

Indiapyro