Chapter 2: My Name is Solitaire

I regret falling asleep so sudden, because when I did, those eyes that I hoped I would forget were right in front of me, those lips that I yearned for yet wish I wouldn't were there as well, her sent, her everything, she was there leaving me, leaving me in the dark where I'm always at, where I'll always be. How much I wanted her to just save me, why can't she accept me? Why can't she see I love her and will never stop…why?

Why? Why? Why? Christine! Please don't…don't leave, please! No!

"NOOOOO!" I shot up remembering where I was. The sweat was soaking my white undershirt and brown Pants that I wore in the performance of Don Juan Triumphant, The unforgettable night. I swung my legs over and placed my hands on my face rubbing my tired eyes. I rubbed my deformed face tracing the bumps and lines, I quickly stopped dropped my hand in disgust.

I climbed down the ladder and made my way to the docks. I could no longer stay here in Paris; I have to leave, to many memories, to many bloody memories!

I suddenly stopped. I dropped to my knees and choked, I was begging for air, but when It finally reached me water came out of my mouth, I vomited water, I was ill, I haven't had food in days. I was on my back; sweat was traveling down my face.

I lay there for only a few minutes, then I was back on my feet, I won't stop now, if I'm going to die, I will not die here. But then I froze! In front of me was a woman, not just any woman; just by looking at the clothes she wore you could easily tell she was a gypsy. She had light blond hair that flowed freely around her neck and face, she wore silver hoop earrings; she had a brown vest, which resembled a corset. The white shirt she wore underneath was now a yellowish white, her sleeves where puffy but not that puffy, it only went up to her elbows, her skirts which were a dark red and dark forest green where torn but in a magnificent way. I then focused on her face, her lips were small and pink, and her eyes were deep green, those eyes where someone can get lost in. I snapped out of my trance and focused on what she was doing here. But what really was confusing was how she just stood there staring at me, not with fear but with confusion like me. Immediately my hand flew to my face.

"No, please don't!" She said holding her hands up. "I don't fear it, so there is no reason to hide it."

"Who are you?" I said still holding my hand to my face. She began to slowly walk up to me, this is where I would of stepped back but I didn't, I was lost in those eyes, those beautiful deep green eyes.

She was right in front of me; she then placed a hand on mind, and removed it from my face.
She looked into my eyes and I swear I could hear a faint whisper, I barley understood it, it seemed like it was a different language. This is when she said.

"My name is Solitaire." I couldn't say anything, it was her eyes, I couldn't look away from them. She took hold of my hand again and began to lead me through a forest.

I new now, I wouldn't just go walking with some gypsy through some forest I was unaware of. I was in a trance. Well snap out of the trance! I couldn't! But why! I'm the Phantom I can…was The Phantom. Was this the way Christine felt when she was in a trance, know what she was doing but not be able to do anything about it? God what have I put her through?

My mind began to become clear but not entirely. I began to see a trail, but there were tents on the side, there was a sign telling us the name of the place but I didn't get a good look at it.

"Where are we?" She didn't answer. We finally stopped and I was finally free from her trance. I walked a little more into this mysterious place, then I saw them, I looked at all the tent and read the big letters on all of them

The Bearded Woman

The Tattooed Man

The Woman with scales

The Fattest Man in the World

I recognized them all. I began to panic. I quickly spun around toward the name of this place.

Now entering "Freak Show"

"No" I breathed

I quickly looked ahead at the vary end of the trail, and there the one tent with the biggest letters.

The Devil's Child

No! It couldn't be! She led me to the very place where it all started! I turned to her, she betrayed me! I was panicking, I then saw men coming toward me, circling me so I don't have a way out. She led me into a trap!

"No! No!" I couldn't go back! No I couldn't just go back to the place where most of my nightmares were created! I tried to get away but as I did the men grabbed me, if I had my strength I would have snapped the necks of each and every one of them, but it seemed as if my strength left me. They had my hands tied behind my back; one man came up to me and landed a hard punch to my stomach knocking the air out of me. That was enough for me; the men dropped me. My forehead was to the ground, my knees where to my stomach. I was coughing from the pain that was still floating around in my gut. Its amazing how I still feel pain after feeling it my whole life.

I slowly looked up and saw a man in black pants, white shirt, and one dirty red and yellow vest. He had a thick black beard and a thick handle bar mustache, the man looked very familiar. He bent down to my level, took out a handkerchief and lifted my head, he smiled in disgust them back handed me hard knocking me to my side, he then kicked me in the ribs, knocking me on my back. All I could do was cough and try to breath.

"That's for my father you FREAK!" He said kicking me in the face.

"I…don't even…. know your…father!" I said through coughs.

"Oh yes you do! Think back Freak, the day you escaped." I thought back, then I remembered, I killed his father, the first man I ever killed. Great! Now I really regret killing him!

"Speechless now Freak? This show went to ruins when you escaped! I promised my father I would run it once he was gone. Now he's gone, this show isn't anything without you! I have searches for you, for years! Now I have you, problem is you are no longer

The Devil's Child. You are a man. No! Not a man you are The Son of The Devil!

The Man laughed triumphantly! Tears sprang to my eyes as I realized that this is where my future was. I will spend the rest of my day here, Intel I rot.

K well I hope you like this chapter

Well let me just say, for all those who like James Bond they will know that I borrowed A Bond Girl's name

"To Live and Let Die"

"Solitaire"

With Roger Moore

Hop you enjoyed!

Crystal A.