Note From Semok: Hope you all are enjoying my sequel, just wanted to appologize for the long wait. Also, I wanted to wish you all a Happy Halloween if I don't update tommorow.Enjoy!

Chapter Five:

Now, if I'm going to get rid of this problem by the name of Raoul, I'm going to need my father's old supplies. I already use his noose as a belt, but a few other materials are needed. Where did he bury it all though…

Narrator's POV:

Erik ran as fast as his tired body could carry him. Though he felt no exhaustion mentally, physically he was taking quite a beating.

"No time for rest," he thought to himself. "Every moment is precious in saving Christine."

Just then the disfigured man glanced up to see a sign. It read "The Phantom of the Opera" with a picture of a mask very similar to Erik's. He nearly collapsed from shock when he saw the resemblance of his mask to the poster's. Forgetting all about Christine for a moment, Erik decided to waste his last remaining money to buy a ticket so he could see if he really looked that the phantom. When he went to the ticket booth, the ticket seller giggled at him.

"You must be quite a fan of POTO to be wearing his mask," she laughed. "I actually didn't know that teenagers liked plays."

"So it's a play," Erik thought to himself. Lucky for him, the play was starting in only a few minutes, so he had just enough time to find his seat. As soon as he was happily seated, the lights began to dim and the show began.

At the beginning of the show Erik was intrigued about who this Phantom fellow was. When the Christine character sang her beautiful songs about the mysterious man, Erik grew very excited to see the man.

When the character was revealed and the fake Christine followed him to his lair, Erik was smiling from ear to ear.

"Could this be my future," he thought. "Instead of an underground lair I have a dark alley…I might have to change that though. But still, this phantom man's resemblance to me is outrageous. Could I really be related to him or something? Maybe my father was just a big fan; he did make me wear the mask…"

Erik started getting very much into the play. He became angry at the new owners of the play for how they didn't heed the warnings of him…I mean the opera ghost. While the phantom started taking action to prove his point, Erik began giggling manically. The people sitting next to him, who happened to be a pair of old hags dressed up like they were going to a ball, began looking worriedly at the young man. Erik didn't realize their stares; he was too entrapped in the play.

Then that mean opera singer, if you called that singing, started being mean to Christine. Erik's eyes burned like fire behind his mask. He didn't even pay attention to her name, he just called her the…well…you can guess it. He thought it was wonderful to watch her lose her repulsive voice in the middle of the performance though, pure gold.

Then it happened, the chandelier dropped. At this point, Erik was bursting out laughing. His sides ached from chuckling so much, and he couldn't breathe. He could feel his face growing hot from such a crazy snicker. Finally the lights rose and the intermission came. The people around Erik literally crawled over the seats to get away from him, and they went to complain to the manager. The giggling teenager knew what they were doing, so he quickly got up and ran to a hiding spot. Being in too much a good mood, he decided to sneak behind to stage without caring about the consequences if he was caught.

Erik was an expert at lurking in the shadows, so he easily got behind the stage and up on the catwalk. He found a place where there were no lights, and he sat to watch the rest of the performance. Perfect timing again, as soon as he was seated the lights dimmed and the second part began.

He started getting angry again when Christine and Raoul danced with each other at the masquerade. But then the phantom appeared again, Hallelujah! He's bossing around the people again, and Erik loved it. He sat there swinging his legs happily over edge while the opera ghost terrorized everyone. He didn't even mind the fact that the man had been killing people; he found it to be just and fair.

Then the part when the phantom and Christine were walking closer and closer together during the play. The police had their guns! Christine had decided! Oh my god, the man's disfigured face was exposed! So much excitement, Erik almost fell from leaning forward so much. Then, the kidnap, the singing, the angry mob, everything was happening at once. But then…the decision.

Tears began to fall from behind Erik's mask when the opera ghost let Raoul go so Christine would be happy. Then, after all that, she gave him back his ring and walked away, and the phantom disappeared…

It was over, and he…er…the phantom…had lost. She only rejected him because of his face, Erik knew it. Rage grew within the teenager as the actors came back onto the stage for their applause. Thoughts of throwing something hard off the catwalk onto Raoul's head emerged, but he was able to suppress it.

And with that, the play was over. People rose and began leaving, but Erik decided to stay a bit and take a nap. All that excitement wore him out, so he stretched out in a dark corner and closed his eyes. He couldn't keep his eyes open anymore if he tried, and that was a bad thing. As he began to doze off Erik saw someone in black walk up to him.

"Father?" escaped his lips before he went into a deep slumber…