Hi! This chapter and the next were originally going to be one chapter, but I decided to break it down into two, because otherwise it felt too long. So yeah, I'm back to a place where I can update so… enjoy!
italics are still flashbacks...
Disclaimer: I (sadly) don't own any of these characters other than Amy.
Chapter Two
Meg POV
The tunnel is completely dark as I make my way through it. It seems to be going down even deeper under the Opera House, deeper than I thought possible. The floor is slippery, and I fall down several times, but am thankfully not badly hurt. I wonder where this tunnel goes? Hopefully out of the Opera House. Since there is no way to go but forward, I continue on through the darkness, thinking over recent events as I go.
The Phantom. I pause for a moment, realizing that I may be stuck in a tunnel alone with an angry murderer, but continue on, realizing that there is nothing that I can do about it now. I feel like I know him, having watched him for so long, but I don't even know his name, if he even has one. How horrible he must feel, being abandoned like that by Christine. My thoughts turn away from him and land on…
Raoul. I think back onto when he first came into our lives, what was it… three months ago? It feels so much longer. So much has changed… I remember that I had a slight crush on him when he first came here, but gave up on that when I realized that he only had eyes for Christine. I can see why many people might say that he is to blame for these events, but I place the blame solely on…
Christine. Well. I'm still too mad at her to even think about her right now. She might have spared everyone a lot or grief if it weren't for her indecisiveness. If she had just made her choice clear at the beginning, we wouldn't have had to deal with all of this drama. I don't mean Bouquet's murder; he was worse than a rat and deserved to die. I mean the burning of the Opera House and putting us all out of our jobs. Honestly, Christine has no foresight at all. She didn't realize how dangerous of a game she was playing until it was too late. And also, she's so very shallow…
"Oh, but Christine, the Phantom may be scary, but he is also a genius. And that voice! How could you not love that voice?"
"Well Meg, his voice may be beautiful, but you haven't seen his face. It's…hideous! How could I love him? How could anyone love him, with so ugly a face?" She shudders.
Preoccupied with my thoughts, I don't pay attention to where I'm going, and I walk into something that feels like a wall… but warmer.
Erik POV
I storm down the tunnel, no longer sad, but horribly, murderously angry. I do not bother to light any of the torches along the walls. I know where this tunnel leads, but I had hoped that I'd never have to use it. My thoughts turn to why I am making this journey, and my blood seems to boil with anger. The Vicomte. Before he cam here everything was perfect. Christine was on her way to becoming the next Prima Donna and thought of me as her angel. But then the night that that… boy showed up, everything changed. Suddenly I was no longer an angel, but a demon, something to be avoided and eventually destroyed. And every time she tired to come back to me, he would be there, poisoning her mind against me with words like "freak" and "murderer". Curse that boy to a thousand depths of hell! I have stopped walking and am just standing in the tunnel, seething in anger, and thinking of all the ways that I could do away with the vicomte and make it seem like an accident, when something, or someone, walks into me. Cursing myself for leaving my lasso behind, I grab the neck of the person in front of me.
Meg POV
I can't breathe. He has his hands around my throat.
"No! Please…" Is all I can get out before I lose consciousness