Help me

Disclaimer: I do not own P.O.T.O.
Christine walked through the jail doors and looked for her angel of music. A policeman asked her what her buisness was there.

''Please monsieur, I need to see someone.''

The guard looked at her and let out a sigh.

''Make it quick. I'm not supposed to let visitors in this late at night.''

She thanked him and made her way over to one of the cells. She looked for the one with the white mask, but none of them were him. She moved on to the next cell and peered inside. None of them were him either. She walked up to the desk where the policeman sat.

''Please monsieur, which cell holds the man with the white mask?''

The policeman didn't hesitate and pointed over to a dark, rusty cell. She ran over to it and peered inside. She could just make out the figure of a man leaning on the wall of the cell and singing ever so softly. He was the only one in that cell. Christine wrapped her hands around the bars and called out to him.

''Angel.'' she whispered. The man looked up and she could see he wasn't wearing his mask. He looked like he had been beaten and he had dark circles under his sagging eyes. Christine felt tears roll down her cheeks as he crawled towards her. When he was at her feet, he looked up at her and his eyes filled with terror and fear.

''Help me.'' he whispered. Christine sank to her knees and reached her hand through the bars to caress his face. He reached his arm through and stroked her hair.

''Sweet Christine, why are you here?'' he asked. ''Surely, you would rather be with your precious vicomte.''

Christine shook her head and more tears came streaming down her face.

''I made a mistake, angel.'' she told him. ''I couldn't be without...without...without you.'' she whispered. Erik pulled her head closer so he could kiss it. He closed his eyes and pulled back.

''Get me out of here.'' he pleaded.

''Alright, mademoiselle, you really should leave.'' the guard stated. Christine looked up at him and stood.

''Monsieur, how much would it be to free him?'' she asked, gesturing to her angel, leaning against the cage. The man looked down at him and frowned.

''I'm sorry, mademoiselle, but that man is a lunatic and I can't risk letting him go.''

''Please monsieur, I will pay you highly if you would just let him go.'' she pleaded with him. ''I love him!''

Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face and she fell to her knees once more. The policeman stood in shock and let out a heavy sigh.

''Very well, then. But, if I hear any word that he is causing any kind of trouble, it's back to jail with him.'' the policeman pointed at her. ''And you.''

Christine nodded and the policeman grabbed the keys to the cell door. He opened it and Christine ran into her angel's arms. The two embraced and left together. The policeman shook his head and closed the door back up, sitting back down at his desk.

''Thank you, Christine!'' her angel said. He embraced her and she stared into his eyes. They seemed to be brighter and full of hope and happiness.

''Angel, what is your name?'' Christine asked. ''I've never known.''

''Erik.'' he told her. ''My name is Erik.''

''Erik.'' Christine tried it out. She loved it. It was the perfect name!

''Christine, did I hear you say...back there that...you...you...you loved me?''

Christine nodded and kissed him full on the lips. He stood back in shock for a moment and then returned the kiss. They parted and Christine looked up into his eyes again.

''I do.'' she told him.They walked together until they reached the opera house. That's where they both belonged. There was some kind of invisible chain that conneted them to it. It held so many memories. They walked through the doors and into Christine's old dressing room and back down into the darkness that held both of them.