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A/N: Okay, well… In this chapter… someone gets an intervention and William finds out some disturbing news. Please review and tell me what you all think. I was out of town and apologize for the wait of this chapter… I am so glad everyone who has reviewed likes it… And the readers who helped with the hits reaching over 1000! I do hope that you like this chapter, for I tried my hardest to please you guys! So, with that said, I will let you read.

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Chapter 13- The Intervention

For the past three months, William frantically searched for Stacy. He loathed himself after his mental breakdown when he found out she ran away from him…frightened. He hated himself even more when he found out why she ran away. Futilely, he destroyed the new house in search of any evidence to point out where Stacy might have gone, and of course, he found none.

One day after other failures in the search, he punched out the glass of all the mirrors in the house, then he drank so much brandy that he collapsed.

His normally immaculate appearance had deteriorated. Smelling of strong alcohol, his clothes were old and wrinkled. His mask had dried blood on it, and his eyes were bloodshot and his hair pointed in all directions.

'She hated him…she hated him…,'his mind chanted repeatedly. His pitiful existence now had no reason in continuing. However, he had to know what happened to her…where she disappeared.

One of his men called him yesterday with some possible appealing information. "Yes, Michael?"

"Addams, maybe she returned to America. An unknown marked jet left for Colorado in the United States about the same time your wife disappeared. According to the information you gave us, she recently worked at the Crime Lab in Denver."

"Fine, Michael, I will look into it."

"You're welcome, Addams."

William hung up. Getting up, William started to pack his things to go to America. It was the only lead and he needed to know what happened to his wife. Suddenly there was a knock at his door, and as William postponed what he was doing to open it, Hugo, the daroga, and Vlad Kushoff greeted him at the doorway.

Sneering with sarcasm, William asked, "Do what I owe the pleasure?" He extended out his arm, beckoning them all inside. While the trio was sitting down, William brought them some drinks and he too, sat down.

For then minutes, nothing was said as William sat in the chair and three pairs of eyes watched him intently.

Finally, the daroga spoke up, "Ahem, William we are here for your intervention."

William tossed his head back with a maniacal laugh. "You have got to be joking! My intervention? You all are such simpletons!"

Kushoff, his boss coughed aggravated with being called a simpleton, stated, "If we are such simpletons, Phantom, then how did we whisk your wife away without your knowledge?"

At once Kushoff realized his error in revealing too much. Anger, utter rage, and realization coursed through William's mind. So blind by his rage, he never recalled lunging at Kushoff, his hands wrapping around his neck, and crushing the tendons. He only pulled back when someone injected his neck with a needle.

Immediately, his body felt like rubber and his limbs numb as he collapsed on the floor, paralyzed while Kushoff coughed and sputtered.

William felt his vocal cords go numb as the muscle-relaxer began to take full effect. This left William at the mercy of his wife's kidnappers. The daroga began the 'intervention' as William lay sprawled out on the floor.

Growling with frustration, William promised himself that he would seek revenge on all of them as soon as he could feel his muscles.

"William, I have been your friend and tried to stand by you all these years even when you were wrong. You are not mentally stable enough to take care of Stacy. The death of your children has taken a heavy toll on you, so we do not condemn you for your recent…actions…" He gestured toward the holes in the walls and splintered glass littering the floor.

"We are sending you to Moscow's psychiatric ward until you are stabilized. Maybe then you can be reunited with Stacy, but right now, you are too dangerous to be around her, much less anyone else."

William's eyes widened with utter rage, but he knew he could not retaliate while paralyzed on the floor. With him feeling desperate and with him feeling like his back in a corner, he would find a way to escape. He refused to stay in the insane asylum for long. Knowing Stacy was in danger, did not help the situation either.

--Stacy's Point of View--

I called a friend of William and mine, who had a pilot's license. He was trustworthy and had flown William and me to many remote romantic getaways. No one, not even Nicholas, knew who he was.

I would meet with him today at 1:30 in the afternoon to discuss my flight to Russia. When Nicholas slept tonight, I would sneak out and fly to Moscow. I will find closure with William by my side or not.

As I was getting my purse together, dressed in a plain white long-sleeved shirt, long black pants, and long black coat, Nicholas questioned, "Where are you going right now?"

"To meet a friend."

"Who is he?"

"Steven Par."

"Why are you meeting with him?"

"Discuss some of the evidence in a case. He is the prosecutor."

"Fine, be back by nine."

"Yes, father," I said with sarcasm dripping from my voice.

While the wind blew in my face, I felt somewhat cold. Truth be told, I was hot from my coat, but Russia was always cold. I figured Nicholas would attempt to follow me so I drove to the coffee shop to meet Steven, then we would go out the back door. I had to get this right. Going through the door of the store, anxiety and adrenaline fueled my movements and my thoughts.

Steven Par stood up, "It's so great to see you, Stacy"

"Shh, Steve, remember what I told you on the phone."

"Ah, yes, sorry." Smiling he pulled a chair out for me and after we sat down, I got down to business.

"Is everything ready?"

"All we need to do is board the plane and go."

"Good, let's go when you're through with your coffee."

I felt my arm be viciously snapped up, and I faced a scowl. "Let you go where, hmm?"

Nicholas stood there. He had heard me. Snatching my arm away, I retorted angrily, "Nowhere with you!"

Bolting to the door, I ran at full speed down the road with Nicholas in hot pursuit. I needed to think fast or my only chance to escape would be dashed, but a black Buick screeched to a halt in front of me, almost hitting me.

A dark black-haired man beckoned me to come with him. He saw my apprehension when I glanced at the two heavier men, but he called out, "If you want to get to William, come with me."

At this, I ran in the seat of the car and it sped off as Nicholas screamed at me. I huddled in the corner of the backseat while a man in a black suit stared at me. He looked exactly like Michael in the Godfather in the mob. I was close.

"Who are you?"

Extending his hand forward, he smiled a bright smile. "I am Michael Stranzo. I am a business associative of your husband…and head of glass importations."

I did not truly believe that. Judging by is wealthy appearance, I would assume he was in more…illegal… activities. Glass imports would not make him that wealthy or an instant millionaire.

"How do I know I can trust you?"

He smiled his perfect smile before replying, "I do not blame you for being suspicious of my motives." He reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a letter, with no doubt William's handwriting on it:

Michael Stranzo,

As I have stated before, I will meet with you for the whereabouts of my wife, but currently I have been sent to the insane asylum against my will. I was lucky to get this letter to you. It is imperative that you find Stacy and bring her back to me. If you do that, I will bring you your son's murderer. I have appreciated your alliance and help. Trust me; I do not give out compliments lightly. Thanks--

Phantom of Russia

Handing the letter back to Stranzo with trembling hands, I leaned back in the seat in quiet. I tried to figure out how I could get William out of the asylum. How exactly did he get there anyhow? All I had left was William. Did I love him? Well, I suppose I will just have wait and see once back in his world of Moscow, Russia.

A/N: Like I said, this chapter is very interesting! I plan to put a full summary of this story later… in chapter one. So, did everyone enjoy it? Yes, I understand that this is an unconventional story and had no Erik or Christine. I do believe it is a great story, not because I wrote it, but the inspiration that helped to spark the entire story. Well… I decided against my better judgment to add a Christine-y and a Raoul-y character to the story since there is a phantom… Plus, I love the drama and angst that it creates REVIEW!

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