A/N Sorry this took so long! Ok, please read my new story...I only have achapter, and I really want a review for it...even if it sucks! Seriously. Ok on with the show...
I don't own POTO...STOP REMINDING ME
I don't own American Idol...damn...
Chapter 5
"Meg, what is love?" Christine had asked this question countless times, but all the times Meg had found a reason to not have to answer. Why? Why did she hide from her? Did she scare her?
"I will answer later, Chrissy. American Idol is on!"
"I am going to take a walk, see you later." Christine said, unenthusiastically. She quickly grabbed her bag and walked out the front door. Where should she go? The club, of course. That is where she will go...to find him. She didn't love him, no, then why did she keep asking herself that? Pity? Is that what she felt to her rapist? Pity is the only emotion she could understand? Christine wanted to find out about Erik, help him, try to understand him. She still remembered the frightening words he had said to her that night. Understand me. What did he mean by that?
She still had his name, that was a start. Hopefully, she can learn to understand him before another suffers the pain, which must only scrape the surface of Erik's suffering. Erik Silkea...Where have I heard that name before? Of course! Silkea...that singer Meg likes! The one who wears a mask! This was too easy...
Christine ran through a red light, almost running over a pedestrian, and made a quick U turn, heading back home.
Quietly throwing the front door open, she tip-toed up to Meg's room. It was past 11, and Meg had a strict curfew. Christine opened Meg's little blue door, decorated with pictures of rock stars, pictures of her boyfriend, her best friends, and...Yes! A picture of Erik, with his signature white half mask. Christine had not seen any part of his face, but her Erik and this Erik were definitely the same person. Why did I just call him my Erik? Since when have I had any claim on him? There was definitely something more than hatred or pity here, something like maybe sadness. If things were different, possibly they would have been good friends.
"Are you frightened of me?" Erik asked as he slowly danced with Christine, beautifully perfect in her little black cocktail dress. He had been watching her for weeks, stalking her, making sure she was right, perfect. Making sure she was someone who cold understand his pain through her own.
"Yes, a little." her small, scared voice replied.
"That is good," Erik said, before pulling her off to his car. He remembered her asking things like "where are we going?" and "What are you doing?" He didn;t answer. Once they got into the car, he drove away to the abandoned warehouse. Parking outside, Erik slib a blindfold onto Christine's eyes, and led her to the heart of he warehouses many corridors and floors. Christine, knowing pretty much what was going on, remained silent, wondering why Raoul did not follow them.
"We are going to play a little game, Christine. Don't try to run, don't scream. Nobody will hear you." Christine whimpered a little, and Erik felt proud of her. All the other girls screamed and tried to find a way to escape, but Christine just stood there, hoping she will live through this. Of all the girls, Erik felt immediately attached to this young girl. If a person couldn't make it through this without yelling, how could they see his face without being afraid?
"Will I be able to go home after this?" Christine asked from her place in the corner of the small room.
"If you follow all of the rules."
Christine froze, staring at the inside of the blindfold. "What are the rules?"
"My car is outside. I will be waiting. I am going to tie up your hands, take your blindfold off, and you will have all the time you need to get out of here."
Christine nodded in agreement, signaling for him to continue.
"If you try to escape into the woods, I will find you. You see, I have a 6th sense. If you try and escape from me, I will find you, and punish you." Christine did not believe him.
If only she had.
Erik was just finishing up cleaning his small apartment when his producer walked in.
"Erik! I have bad news! There has been a rapist out, who goes by your name. He has raped 32 young women, and 4 of them have killed themselves. I am afraid this will hurt publicity.
I set up an interview so you can deny everything. It is in 2 hours."
"I will be ready." was his reply. Then he went back to cleaning his room. His life had been boring since leaving Christine. Sure, they weren't going out, he had raped her! But her life was so fun, so full of life. It was wonderful to watch it fall apart, all because of him.
Her blood seemed redder than everyone else's. Her brown curls were more brown than all the other brunettes in the world. Oh, how he wanted her to accept him! To take him in her arms and say everything was alright. But that would never happen. He had raped her, played games with her, and ruined possibly the only chance for love he had ever had. Hell, he didn't even know her, yet he had fallen in love with her.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church
where a wedding has been,
Lives in a dream.
Waits at the window,
wearing a face she keeps in a jar by the door,
Who is it for?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no-one will hear,
No-one comes near
Look at him working,
darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there,
What does he care?
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name.
Nobody came.
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave.
No-one was saved.
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?
Christine finished off the last song on his CD. He was truly a genius. A sad, problemed, genius. That was all there was to it. She was going to help him, she was going to try and understand him, she was going to show him the one thing he has never had...love. And that's all there was to it
Or so she thought.