Disclaimer: Yes, yes. I know. I don't own it. I just have to keep repeating that to myself. I don't own it. I don't own it. I own it—No! I don't own it!

A/N: Ahh, yes, it's me again. You're probably wondering why I don't go away. Because I must torture as many people as I can! Mwahahahaha! I just have to say again that I'm using information from castmembers, so thank you to them!

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Chapter 3: Duet of Two Masters

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Madam Leota made her way down the hall a few days later. The house was very large, which made it difficult to navigate, but she recognized the door way in front of her. It was Wolfgang's room. She peered inside and saw him playing the Baroketch piano. He played it flawlessly.

"I wouldn't play the piano if I were you. Baroketch will get angry." The sudden noise had made Wolfgang hit the wrong notes. He looked towards her with slight anger.

"Hello, Madame Leota." She gave a smirk.

"Like I said, don't play the piano. Baroketch will get quite angry with you."

Wolfgang snorted. "Incase you haven't noticed Leota, Baroketch is dead. Now leave me be." Leota narrowed her eyes and left.

It was only a few days after the exchange that everyone came to hear Wolfgang play. His music filled the air and it was gladly accepted by everyone. Leota could only smirk when she went to hear him play. She didn't warn him again. That night, Wolfgang decided to practice.

He prepared his hands and started playing. His hands moved fluidly and perfectly in time. He closed his eyes and played as if it was second nature. When he hit the climax of the song, he heard a creak. Wolfgang opened his eyes to examine where the noise had come from. It appeared to have come from the piano. He looked closer at the lid that covered the keys. It seemed to be fine.

Wolfgang went to hit another key when BAM! The lid snapped shut right on his fingers. A slight gasp came from the musician before he let out a scream. The pain of breaking bones could be felt throughout his entire hands. It was almost as if fire hand burned them away.

"Noooo. Help! Please, somebody help me! Ohhh, it hurts so much!" Moans of pain and agony left him as he pleaded for somebody to help him. He heard a laugh come from the corner of his room. Madame Leota strolled out of the darkness. "Madame! Help me. I can't get my hands out! Ohh, heeeelp!"

Leota just raised an eyebrow. "Dear Wolfgang, it is your fault you didn't head my warnings." He moaned and tears made their way down his face. Leota clicked her tongue in mocking.

"Heeelp…."

"No one can hear you Wolfgang." More moans left him. It was a few more minutes of moaning before Leota went to help him. She lifted up the lid and he pulled his bloody, useless hands out. They were crippled and twisted in odd directions. He moaned once more, come to the conclusion that he couldn't possibly ever play the piano again. Leota looked at him once more before leaving him to himself.

It wasn't until that night that someone found him. Edward had walked into Wolfgang's room to get him for dinner when he found him. He ran as fast as he could back to the dining room. A quick whisper in Gracey's ear was all that was needed.

"Please excuse ladies. Prudence, fetch the doctor!" Lenora's personal servant Prudence left the ballroom at once. It was nearly an hour before the women at the table finally heard of what happened. Gracey broke the news as tenderly as possible.

"I regret to inform that Wolfgang will no longer be joining us. There was an accident." Tangerine and Lillian gasped. Leota pretended to be shocked while Lenora looked slightly downtrodden.

Lillian was the first to ask. "What happened to Wolfgang, George?" Gracey looked at the ground.

"It seems that he had an accident with his hands. They were mangled and broken. This obviously depressed him so he fixed the problem with piano wire." It took a second for this to register in their minds. Lillian and Tangerine looked shocked, Leota pretended to be shocked, and Lenora looked even more downtrodden.

The funeral was a few days later, held in the conservatory. Wolfgang was buried in the cemetery just down the road.

A few nights later, Gracey woke up in the middle of the night. A peculiar feeling had filled him. Wolfgang's old room called to him. He made his way down the hall when he heard it. It was a piano playing. But it sounded like a duet; a duet that was flawless and seemed to be played by two masters of the art.

The sound filled the entire corridor and Gracey quickly made his way back to his room. He once again thought of Lenora's warnings. It had to be a coincidence.

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Word Count: 758

A/N: It's a bit shorter than the others but I wanted to cut it off there. Review please!