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Chapter 4
As he sang to Christine, Poppy stood there in a state of shock. How is this possible? She thought. This sort of thing as this does not happen. At lest in the real world. But how can he be real? She slid down the sharp jagged wall, barely feeling the rocks cut into her back. She ended up on the cold floor. Time passed without her knowing about it. Suddenly Poppy felt cold hands shake her. Without thinking, she grabbed her cane from were she had laid it. She then swung it and heard a sickly thud as the white bamboo hit flesh.
"Damn it girl! Watch were you swing that thing!" an annoyed and pained voice sounded above her. Opps.
Poppy tried to surpass the smile that threatened to cross her face. To hide it she dipped her head. "Sorry. You scared me."
Erik humped and rubbed his side. The girl had aim. He'll give her that. And strength as he stood and winched as pain shot though his side. Another bruise to add to the many bruises and scars. " Come now. I'll take you back to where you belong. And if you breathe one word of this, I'll know. If you do, I will make sure the rest of your life will be misery." As he was telling her this he had been pulling her along the tunnels.
Poppy allowed him to pull her along until she got bored of it. When they stopped for some reason, she pulled her arm away. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. And if I come back down here you'll...what is the word? Punjab me? I know all this. You not have to tell me, unless you like hearing yourself repeat it. You probably do. No one but Miss Perfect back there to talk to. And if you'll like to know she's not that perfect. If you tell me, I think she's..."
Erik glared at her even if she could not see him to do so," What the hell are you blabbering about, Girl? And I thought you did not know who I was."
Poppy huffed," Well, you thought wrong. I did not know who you were at first. I know all about you, Erik."
Erik let out a sharp breath of air, and grabbed her by the shoulders," How? How, do you know that, Girl?" He hissed.
Poppy winched at the pain, but hissed right back," My name is not Girl. It's Poppy O'Cullen, Boy."
His eyes went wide. She dared to talk to him this way? He continued to grip her shoulders tightly. "Mon Dieu! You have no manners! And you have not answered my question. How do you know?"
"Can you read?"
Erik nodded, then remembering she was blind, replied snippily" Yes. Of course. What does this have to do with anything?"
"This." With that she wrenched her shoulders free and swung her backpack off her back and in to his stomach. He caught it, and she backed up a bit, mad. "Go on, open it."
Erik looked over at her, then down at the strange pack. It was red with black cloth like straps. On the flap was some letters: P.C.OC. Flipping the flap back, he reached inside. Inside he found a hard round object, some books, and other strange items. He pulled out the books. The first two was covered in raised bumps; the other was a book that made his blood run cold. It was entitled, "The Phantom of the Opera. By Gaston Leroux" It had a picture of a mask and rose on the front. "What is the meaning of this?"
Poppy rolled her eyes behind the glasses," It means it is about you. It means I know about you. It was written in 1911." She waited until that had sunken in.
It didn't take long.
"1911! It is only 1869. How can it be so?" His voice had risen.
"Well...wait. You said it's 1869?" Poppy inquired.
He looked up at her. She was looking worried. "Yes. It is. You don't know the date?"
"I know the date. It is December the 5th."
Erik nodded," Yes, it is-"
"2005. At least it was."
