Chapter Eight
I looked up to see Javert. I knew from his immense size, instantly, that he was Javert.
Shuddering I took in his appearance, a great paunch belly, which hung grotesquely over his tight belt. What I didn't get was, why he would need a belt. His eyes, sunk in his fat face. It glistened slightly with sweat, even on this chilly spring morning.
"Remarkable," he mused to himself as he looked over Erik. "I've waited all my life to find something like this-something truly unique. They'll come from miles around to see a living corpse. Yes, that's it, that's what I'll call you….The Living Corpse."
"Uh sorry to burst your bubble fatso, he's not a corpse. He's the real deal. He's ALIVE. And that's not a quote from Frankenstein." I said impatiently as I stood up leaning against the bars of the cage.
Finally noticing my existence he turned to look at me, "So you've gotten close to it, eh? What will your mother say, a gypsy girl, the daughter of the most respectable gypsy of our tribe, conversing with...this thing." He pointed carelessly at Erik.
"Thing? He's not a thing…and my mother?" I asked quizzically.
"Yes," he nodded taking a step towards me making the vibration travel through the dirt floor to my foot. "You wouldn't want your mother hearing about this, would you?" he began cackling madly.
Disturbed I staggered away from the cage and closer to the open flap. "Uh.. I guess not."
"Good now beat it, before she bans you from her family." He began laughing again, which sounded mildly like a braying donkey.
"Asshole." I muttered loud enough for him to hear and left with a glance back to see Erik huddled at the far corner of his cage with his hand covering his face. Catching his eye I gave him a look that said I will come back, be strong. Well I hope that's what it said….
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I threw the rock in the water and watched it skip across leaving ripples.
After leaving Javert's tent I ran to the wood that was nearby the clearing where the gypsy tribe had placed themselves. I stopped at the first creek I saw. There was a light fog drifting through the air, it had rain the night before.
I shivered as I thought about my newest surroundings. It had happened so fast, at least I had been able to cope with it.
For the first time that day I pondered over how I came to this new place. I realized now I might be moving through every episode of Erik's life. First his home, now when he's captured by the gypsies, later when he meets Giovanni, finds his first friend, Nadir, and then last at the Paris Opera house…
I racked my brain to remember what I had said in my prayer that may have gotten me here or what I would do now. "As much as I wish I know this is isn't a dream. Please take me away from here to help Erik in any other way than this."
That's what I had said. To help him in another way. Now I had to help him get away. Maybe I could free him and-
No, no. What am I thinking? I can't do anything dramatic all that has happened to Erik has made him The Phantom. I couldn't change anything. I could only help make it a bit better. A little less tortures….
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"What are you doing here?" I screeched
"Uh, I.." he stammered.
"Get away from him." I pushed them away and fell to my knees beside him. "Oh my god, look at all this blood…..