Hey guys. Here's Chapter 2 for you. It's Erik's thoughts about being presented as a freak at the gypsy camp and after he killed his master. His first murder. I hope you enjoy.

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Humiliation.

Hopelessness.

A burning sense of worthlessness.

Even now, I can still hear their screams of terror.

Their cruel, haunting laughter at the sight of this face.

The twisted, deformed mass of flesh

That condemns me to be a living corpse.

A monster.

The Devil's Child.

And the man behind this torture…

Javert. My master.

I can see him, gathering the coins thrown by the crowd.

Counting them, laughing softly to himself.

In the time I have stayed with him,

I have already made him enough to live comfortably

For the rest of his damnable life.

Yet he still insists to parade me around

Like an animal.

How I hate him.

This burning loathing for the man in front of me.

I can't take this anymore.

The pain, the humiliation…

I refuse to be showed off,

For all the world to see.

This feeling of being naked…

I reach, unseen, for the rope

Tied to one of the bars of my prison.

I throw it around his neck.

His scream is cut off by the rope, coming out as a gargle…

His pudgy hands claw at his neck, trying desperately to free himself,

To escape the death approaching him.

The fool.

A crack resonates through the dark silence of the tent.

And I keep pulling.

Time passed unknowingly before me before I finally let his carcass drop.

I stared at him, his blank, glossy eyes boring into mine.

I killed him.

I just killed my master.

And…I feel elated.

This sense of power is flowing through my veins,

The realization of how easily I had just ended a life.

Life is a short and fragile thing, I realized then,

It can be ended so easily.

Power…

I had just killed…

Power…

For the first time…

Power…

And I knew it would not be the last.

Power…

I knew I had to leave

Before his corpse was discovered.

Yet as I ran away from the hell I had lived in

For three long, horrific years,

I knew.

My hands were bloodied.

I was a murderer, Death's apprentice.

I had wallowed in blood.

And I would do it again if I had to.

I would do it again.

Power

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Well, that's that. I'm in a dark mood right now. This fic is going to be a combination of ALW, Kay, and maybe Leroux and the 2004 movie thrown in here and there, just so you know and don't get confused. Please review, I'd like to know I'm actually good at writing POTO fan fiction. R&R, or a disaster beyond your imagination will occur.

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