Chapter Three The Condemnation of Ravenswood
As we left off Mr. Ravenswood took a different way than the escaping masquerade party. Why did he do this? Simple. He was to find his answer to how to kill the man he so much hated. The one who was going to take his daughter away.
"I must find this man to my answer. If the rumors are true, if this is the man who escaped from Persia from his capital punishment. He is truly the genius I need to find my answer. If I find.. Oh if I find him he may help me."
He searched hallways, rooms, even closets he found his way. His journey to hell itself. Now we join our disfigured friend, Erik, the Phantom of the Opera he sings a sad song to his devotion.
"No one would listen. No one but her. Heard as the out cast hears," He began, "Shamed into solitude.. Shunned by the multitude. I learned to listen... In my dark, my heart head music. I longed to teach the world. Rise up and reach the world. No one would listen. I alone could feel the music!
"Then at last, a voice from the gloom seemed to cry ' I hear you; I hear your fears, Your Torment turned your tears!'
"She saw my emptiness. Shared in my loneliness. Shared in my emptiness. No one would listen. No one but her. Heard as the outcast hears!"
As we hear the ghost sing his sad song, we once again join Henry who was somehow able to find his lair. The Phantom turned and was startles to see Mr. Ravenswood. In rage he cried out, "Who are you? Why are you here? How did you find this place? How dare you trespass into my dungeon where I compose my sacred works of music!"
"Sir! Sir please! I know how smart you are! I know where you come from! I know your desires! All I ask is that you help me on my quest!"
"WHAT! WHY?" The Phantom demanded, "I live in my solitude! I live on my own! I have only one love! One love I try so hard to get! Why should I help you? Leave me be! I need to plan for my ultimate opera!"
"Don Juan Triumphant," Henry interrupted, "Yes I know of what you speak!"
"Oh yes. You were there. I give you credit. You actually dared to go to the ghost's lair! Brava Monsieur! You have more spirit than the Vicomte. Who dares to take my Christine from me..."
"Yes I know. I have a rather same problem. If you can help me I may be able to help you. I respect you. Your every brilliance is beyond my own. Please Monsieur!"
"Hmm..." the Phantom took a thought to think this, "So you come to MY lair, try to flatter me, and want me to help you. Then you think you can help me? HA!" he sneered at the thought, "Yes. Tell me the problem and lets see what the Angel of Death can do..."