Alright, Last chapter was short, I know, but this one's going to be good b/c I'm in a good mood! My 2 disk Phantom of the Opera comes in tomorrow!
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Meg's POV-
Maman and I ran down the street, me leading, because I could still remember where Christine and Fleur were. I just hoped that we weren't too late…
Christine's POV-
I waited a few seconds, and then tried again, my trembling fingers tracing her neck, trying to find the vein that would be hopefully pulsating.
My eyes fogged up, and my fingers flew to my mouth, trying to hold back sobs. I had known Fleur for only a few weeks, but she already felt like a sister between Meg and I.
I let her head go limp and fall into my lap as I realized I was holding onto a live corpse. I gave an involuntary shiver. The dead were supposed to be old and wrinkled, not so young and full of life. My father was a prime example… My throat tightened and I could feel hot and salty tears running streams down my cheeks.
I prayed that she was alright, that it was just my inexperience with trying to find pulses that I could tell if she was alive or fainted.
I grabbed her hands to feel if they still had blood in them, but they were cold as ice. I tried to think of another way, and I remembered how they looked to find if Macbeth was still alive by holding a looking glass over his mouth to see if there was any perspiration, but I had no mirror with me.
I tried slapping her cheeks, but I felt so horrid slapping my friend that after I had barely done one I stopped, and looked all around me for the sound of footsteps.
I waited for a moment, my ear cocked toward where I had seen Meg race off to, and after a few seconds, I could hear steady footsteps.
I let out a sigh of relief, someone was coming.
"Hello?" I called out to the person coming. "Hello!" I repeated, trying to attract their attention, but it was hard to tell which direction to call when you cannot see the person and the steps echo so that you can't tell which direction they are coming from.
"Hear,
Christine, now and tremble!
Hark to our step on the ground!
Hear the steps -
For he comes!"
I thought I heard in the distance, but I simply figured it was my imagination. My mind was crammed with thoughts whirling around, and it was easy to imagine things when you're distressed.
"Hear,
Christine, now and tremble!
Hark to our step on the ground!
Hear the steps -
For he comes!"
I heard it again, and slightly louder…
"Hear,
Christine, now and tremble!
Hark to our step on the ground!
Hear the steps -
For he comes!"
It was even louder now, and I knew I wasn't imagining things. I clutched Fleur closer, and called out in a shaking voice, "Who's there!", but was greeted again by the same verse, even louder.
I closed my eyes tightly, as if it would help block out the sounds, but it seemed to only make it worse. The verse was repeated over and over, growing louder and louder until the voice sounded like it was right in my ears.
I removed my grip from Fleur, and covered my ears. But I knew at once it was a mistake.
I felt her weight lifted off of me and I took my hands from my ears, reaching out to grasp her body, but was met with air. I tried to stand up, but was shoved roughly back on the ground by some unseen force.
I tried to scream, but my voice seemed to be muted. I could feel the quiver of my vocal chords, but there was silence all around me except for the voice.
I was so scared I was trembling all over, and I tried to shield myself from the voice, but was hit again with such a force I was knocked back against the hard stones in the street.
I tried to gasp in pain, but I made no noise at all. Again the voice hit me, and I could feel a stream of blood coming from a cut on my head.
I swung my arms out, trying to hit the thing that took fleur away, but I couldn't see anything. Darkness was pressing down against my eyes, forcing them back into my head.
I felt a kick to my stomach, and I cried out "God, Please save me!" and the voice changed his taunting lyrics to
"Past
all hope
of cries for help:
no point in fighting"
And with one final blow I slumped to the ground, unconscious.
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Dun dun dun… What's going to happen to Christine lying there in the middle of the street? And What about "Fleur"? Why the heck did the Voice take her?
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