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Once she was left alone, Clorinda wiped her eyes and wrapped the blankets around her wishing that it was Erik's arms. She then decided to go sit on the window sill for a while until she felt sleepy. It was dark outside and the winter chill was in the air and seemed to drop some degrees since the sun had set. After watching some of the birds fly by something caught her eye. Clorinda got to her knees to get a better look at what she was looking at. When Clorinda realized what she was looking at her heart began to break.

"Monsieur Kire!"

Clorinda gasped at the sight of her beloved role model being drug through the street by a few officers. Erik looked so weak and helpless against the brutal law.

"Get up Mr. Kire! Don't let them do that to you."

Even though Clorinda knew that Erik couldn't hear her from the window something had to be done. If he were well she knew that he wouldn't have even let the officers take him from the opera house. At that moment Clorinda watched in horror as the one of the officers knocked the mask right off his face and order the rest of the them to tie him to the pole of a street lamp. Once Erik was tied up and unmovable the officers began to beat him, causing Clorinda to look away in horror. All Clorinda could do was cry because in her heart she knew that there was nothing she could do. Her mother was probably in jail for standing up to defend Erik and Erik was just helpless.

Once the last punch was thrown into Erik's face, he looked up into their eyes as the officers stood back and laughed. One of them knelt down to Erik's height and pulled him closer.

"Any last words before we go around and spread the invite to your hanging?"

Erik leaned his head weakly to the side and spit the blood from his mouth and turned back to the officer.

"There is too much scum in Paris to just be wasting your time on someone as harmless as me."

"You are infamous my dear friend, anyone in this city would give their left arm to catch you. Tomorrow the whole city will be able to see your hanging and know that your terror to Paris is finally over. The whole city will be able to walk into an opera house knowing that they will be coming out alive. There will be no more chandelier crashes or hangings under your command. Hell will finally be your final resting place."

"What about Christine Daae?"

The officer leaned closer to Erik's ear and whispered.

"Christine Daae will spend the rest of her days in jail getting raped by the men we sell her to."

At that moment Erik tried to pull his tied wrists from the lamp post in an angry rage but couldn't.

"Don't you touch her! You will leave her be! She belongs to me!"

"I think that the Viscount is at her cell as we speak."

"Don't let him touch her! Don't you do it or else"

"Or else what? You're tied up and injured"

All Erik could do was keep trying to pull his arms loose from the rope around his wrists.

As Christine sat in her cell alone she heard someone speaking to an officer from down the hall. Just then she looked over and saw Philippe standing at her cell looking in.

"Good Evening Miss Daae."

Christine turned away from him and didn't speak.

"What? I have come to tell you some good news."

Christine still didn't turn to him, and kept on ignoring her. Philippe on the other hand fingered the bars with his long slender fingers and smiled devilishly.

"The good news is that the Opera Ghost will finally be dead tomorrow and you will spend the rest of your days in this cell."

Christine ran to the bars in anger and Philippe grabbed her wrists and pulled her tightly up against the bars.

"Get used to it Miss Daae. I gave you a chance to be with me and you refused and now I will make money off of you by selling your body to the scum of Paris."

"You're a monster! Don't you harm a hair on Erik's head you bastard!"

"Oh but your too late Christine, that hideous monster will be dead by this time tomorrow and Clorinda will be mine. I've always wanted a daughter and tomorrow I will have one."

"No you will not touch her! She is Erik's daughter not Raoul's!"

"But the city don't know that and Raoul did leave me everything that belonged to him……wait isn't Raoul signed as the father under Clorinda's birth certificate?"

"You wouldn't!" cried Christine.

"Yes I would and tomorrow she will be mine. Maybe your beloved Erik should have signed as the father under Clorinda's name. If he wouldn't have been such a coward maybe you wouldn't have this problem. Now after tomorrow I shall be all that she has left."

With that Philippe through Christine away from the bars and she fell into the cell with a loud thud. Christine began to sob and wiped the blood away from her mouth caused by the bars of the cell.

Not being able to sleep that night, Clorinda waited until Madam Giry was asleep and snuck out of the opera house. She had to find help and fast before the morning came and Monsieur Kire perished before the city of Paris. Clorinda walked to Nadir's house and knocked on the door. When Alex answered, Clorinda ran into the house.

"Clorinda? What are you doing here?"

"No time for that Alex, where is Monsieur Nadir?"

"In the kitchen, what's wrong?"

"I need his help."

Clorinda through off her cloak and ran to find Nadir who was in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea. When she saw him, Clorinda ran into his arms and gave him a hug. Nadir dropped his cup of tea and picked her up.

"What's wrong Clorinda?"

"I need help, my mother….she's been captured."

"by who? Is she ok?"

"She was protecting Monsieur Kire and they took him and her away."

"away? Where? Who?"

"The officers took him away and my mother too. Monsieur De Changy is in on it. I saw the officers beating Monsieur Kire up in the streets."

Nadir looked at Alex and shook his head.

"It's that bastard Philippe."

Alex nodded and shut the blinds that were hanging in the window.

"They'll probably hang him tomorrow."

Clorinda began to cry and grabbed onto Nadir with all her strength.

"No! you cant let this happen, you can't let them hang him. I can't live without my mother or Monsieur Kire in my life. Please help me Nadir, please."

"Fight the law girl? That is impossible if we save Monsieur Kire from being hung at the gallows he will be hunted down until the day he dies."

"Please Nadir, I'm begging you to help me."

Alex and Nadir had a seat on the couch as Clorinda impatiently walked in a circle. Nadir ran his hands through his hair and sighed.

"We can't just go to the gallows and take him away because we'll get hung too for trying to free him. This has to be thoughtfully planed out and can't have one single error in it."

All that night, Nadir and Alex sat there with Clorinda in silence trying to think of a great plan. By the wee hours of the morning, Nadir looked over at Clorinda who was asleep on the floor and knew that her father would be dead in a few hours. He then looked over at Alex who was drawing on a sketch pad.

"What are you doodling Alex?"

"A comic is all."

Nadir angrily snatched the sketch pad away from him and yelled.

"What the hell are you fooling around for! A good man is going to be dead in a few hours and all you can think of doing is doodling! Christ if Erik were here with us now we would have had a plan hours ago. At least Erik is brilliant enough to think of things fast.

"If Erik were here we wouldn't be thinking of a plan now would we?"

Nadir took the sketch pad and glanced at the stick figure who was hanging at the gallows and tore it from the book.

"What the hell is this Alex! Not only can we not think of a plan but now you're drawing Erik hanging at the gallows? This is just brilliant of you! Frighten the girl even more!"

"It's not Erik ok."

"Then who the hell is this stick figure? You? Me?

"No Philippe."

Nadir looked at the drawing and shook his head.

"Philippe? Why the hell would you draw this?"

"Because I hate him."

"Yes we all do but drawing this……."

Nadir stopped because at that moment he had a brilliant idea. He hugged Alex and got to his feet, causing Clorinda to wake up.

"Alex this is brilliant! This is going to work!"

"What is?"

"What if we switch Erik with Philippe just before the hanging."

"How the hell is that going to work? They'll know that it's not Erik."

Nadir laughed and shook his head.

"No they won't. Look I've seen hangings before. They stick a bag over the person's head and hang him. Once they cut the body down they take it away and bury it. I say we knock the hell out of Philippe and place him in Erik's clothing and put the bag over his head before they even know Erik's gone. They hang Philippe and everyone thinks it Erik, the Opera Ghost is dead and Erik is safe and goes on living a happy life."

Clorinda who was a little confused shook her head in disbelief.

"What about my mom?"

"Leave that to me, I'm a doctor."

Alex snatched the drawing away from Nadir and crumbled it up.

"Ok genius, how do we get to Philippe."

Clorinda looked at Nadir and Alex and smiled.

"You use me as bait. I'll lower him in and you two take care of him."

"Are you sure that's safe?"

"If it means saving my mom and Monsieur Kire then I'll do it."

Alex thought a moment and then looked at Nadir in confusion.

"ok if Philippe is dead won't people be wondering where he is? I mean I'm sure his family will be missing him."

"Don't worry about it we'll say he drowned at sea."

"How the hell are you going to do that?"

Nadir laughed.

"I have a sailor friend who owes me a favor."

Clorinda ran to Nadir and hugged him.

"Do you think this will work Nadir?"

Nadir looked down at Clorinda and picked her small body up.

"All we can do is hope it does Clorinda. We're going to need a miracle to help us now."

More to come soon R&R