Chapter 3
Three hours later, they were either singing or eating a muffin. It wouldn't have taken long for any normal person to have realized that Erik was a WAY better singer, but Raoul still was convinced of his mommy's words saying he was very good, which she had only said to make him shut up.
"My boy, this has gone on long enough! Why can't you just admit defeat?" Erik asked.
"Because it wouldn't be true! My voice is either better than or at least just as good as yours." Raoul said, stubbornly.
"How long are you planning to stay here? You are beginning to get on my nerves. Usually when people get on my nerves, I tend to murder them in the nicest possible way," Erik said, wearily.
"I'll be here until I'm quite sure that I imitate you enough to satisfy Christine! You'd better get used to it, too." Raoul was feeling victorious. Maybe Erik would calm down his urge to kill while Raoul was there.
"Fine, yeah, get used to it. I'll just have to start," Erik muttered to himself, thinking of all the possibilities.
A little while later Raoul found himself growing extremely sleepy. In the back of his mind he thought Erik might have something to do with this but, as he walked toward his hammock he forgot the thought. He stood for a minute looking at the bed, thinking how nice it looked right now. He suddenly giggled to himself. Then all of the sudden he ran to the opposite side of the room, turned, and ran toward the bed and leaped toward it. He landed with a scream and a splash, as his bed suddenly moved away from him, he landed in the lake. As he came to the surface, he heard Erik chuckling.
"Yes. I think I will adjust fine to your being here monsieur, just fine. I must tell you though; I find you quite boring, irritating, and very easy prey. It may get boring after a while," Erik said as he walked away.
"You, you fiend! You, monsieur, are a villain!" Raoul cried, his brow furrowed as he pointed at Erik.
"I have thought so myself from time to time," Erik said, his voice full of self-admiration.
Erik, taking this insult as a compliment, infuriated Raoul. He jumped out of the lake and charged at Erik. But as we all know, Erik is an expert at the Punjab lasso and of course had it round Raoul's neck in no time. He could easily been killed if Christine hadn't rushed in at that very moment.
"Christine!" Erik shouted, the glee and happiness of a child in his voice.
"Christine?" said Raoul, utterly shocked.
"Erik, darling! Raoul?" Christine seemed confused at seeing them both there, in the lair, Erik about to kill Raoul, and then again at seeing them both there.
"My dear, how good to see you!" Erik said as he dropped Raoul.
