...Okay... Second Time I'm Writing this. I was a retard and didn't save it when accidently I shut off my computer and I lost all of it! I was so close to finishing it too! -sigh- Hopefully, I'll add something different and maybe you'll like it as well.

Raoul was scrabbling around the crowd with the baby in his arms. Becoming even more worried with each step. He needed help. He needed to find someone he knew, someone that was reliable to help him. Looking around the crowd, he first needed to know what was going on that was causing commotion.

"Monsieur de Chagny! Monsieur de Chagny!" came a calling voice from behind. It was Meg Giry from the ballet at the Opera.

"Monsieur de Chagny, have you heard? Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know very well if you remember me or not. But, I'm Meg Giry, and --"

"Yes I know. What's happened?"

"Monsieur de Chagny, there is a rumor going around that the Phantom of the Opera is back. All of us here believe he has struck again," said Meg, speaking softly and quickly.

"Struck? But, who?" Raoul asked.

"A man, Monsieur. Nobody knew who he was. Perhaps, you may know him?" Meg grabbed him by the jacket and pushed through the crowd to the abulance and the circle crowding around the man.

"Oh my Lord. It's Monsieur Joshua Gresswell," he said with wide eyes. He never believed that someone as innocent as him could have such things happen. "What has happened?" Raoul asked the doctor.

"We all believe he was strangled to death. The same way that this Phantom had long ago," he said slowly and sadly.

"Please, Meg, take care of little Elizabeth until I get back. Please," Raoul pleaded, handing over the baby.

"Of course, Monsieur."

Raoul couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. Had the Phantom come back? He didn't know for sure, but he had two cases on his mind, the most of all, Christine.

Christine, cold, unconscious, and numb in the rain.

Erik had just recently returned to the underground, finding Christine no longer there. He headed back up to the Opera to find Raoul searching desperately to find her as well. Erik had to get passed him somehow to find her before he had a chance to. He exited through the front double doors, it creaking softly, but nobody heard. There was too commotion down in front to even see what was going on in the Opera House.

He slowly walked backwards to see if anyone even had the chance to get a glimse of him. Suddenly, Erik felt someone walk right into him. Swirving around to become face to face with Raoul.

"You!" Raoul said in shock to see who he was looking at. "It was you wasn't it? To steal my wife, to kill an innocent man! You should be shunned for this!"

"I, Monsieur, had nothing to do with this. Much less being accused of a crime I didn't commit!"

"You mean, none of this was you? I don't believe you. After what you did a year ago, how can I trust you and believe what you are saying?"

"Fine... If you don't believe me, that's your choice. But mark my words, Christine wanted to stay!" Erik said in matter-of-factly. He backed up again to head into the other direction of Raoul's irritation. The next thing he knew, he ran into someone else.

Commercial Break!

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Inner-Self: ...Dude... You gotta quit selling stuff... You're not very good at it!

Dude! You need to get a life!

Inner-Self: You need to get off this commercial thing and keep goin' cause your mom said so!

What! Your mom said so!

Inner-Self: Dude, we have the same mom.

Well then... your face said so!

Inner-Self: You're talking about yourself again, you concieted jerk.

Grr...I'm really starting not to like you! Fine... Your mom's face said so!

Inner-Self: Still the same person...

...ON WITH THE STORY... (god I hate me)

Erik turned again to become face to face he least expected. A police officer.

"Come, Monsieur, come with me." he said. He grabbed fiercely by the arm, dragging him to the carriage. "You're in serious trouble... Heh... After all you've done... "

"Believe me. This last killing. I didn't do anything," Erik said.

Raoul had a smirk come across his face. "Don't believe a word, officer. He's in for some serious business."

Rage came across Erik. Ripping the grip of the police officer, he took off after Raoul. He hadn't been this mad since the last time he met him. Erik completely lost it and tackled him to the ground. Raoul tried to fight back until he saw a sword come across his nose.

"This is your last warning, Monsieur de Chagny. Next time, you won't be so lucky." Erik growled. The next thing he knew, three officers come charging after him. One grabbed his sword, the other two taking him fiercely once more to the carriage.

Still with rage, Erik gave in. He heard applause from the crowds below, but he knew it wasn't for him. It was all in for the capturing.

Raoul, on the other hand, still had the mission to find Christine. With the Phantom gone, nothing stood in his way.

SideTrack:

Erik, sitting in a cell, wondering whatever happens, happens. There was no chance to see Christine ever again with Raoul hanging all over her. He actually hoped he would die in the cell. With 3 weeks left, he had no choice.

Christine could be dead for all he knew, but he wanted to think of the positives. Positively... There were no positives. His world crashed again. Whatever drove him into rage, whatever stood in his way... whatever his childhood brought led to something horrible. Whatever went bad... it led to worse.

His memories were starting to come back of his childhood once again. Of his mother. His wonderful mother who was as beautiful as can be. What made him unequal to her was his face. The face of what was described as a monster. His father on the other hand was absolutely different. Erik also believed that she didn't love her own husband. He remembered one saying his father told him and he would never forget. It was what made him believe that none of them loved him. The one saying was:

"Why don't you run away or something? Nobody needs you here!"

A tear ran down Erik's face. Just the thought of his own mother agreeing with her husband even though she didn't love him. He remembered trying to read by himself, trying to do his own challenges by himself. Everything he did, he was alone.

The next thing he knew, he was sold. His mother sold him to a circus. She thought he might belong there... Just somewhere that could belong.

It was the worst thought of his life.

Right then, another thought hit. What happened after the circus? Madame Giry. God had answered his prayer for once. For once in his life, he didn't believe that God completely hated him...

Well there it is! Okay, this story did move pretty fast...Sorry! Well I'll see y'all in Chapta 5... once again O.o... and don't pay any attention to the commercial... I lost my thought of what I was going to write... but then I got completely off track... and then I had the memory back ...SO! ... Here it is... please review... if you've already reviewed... keep reading! thank you!