Erik

I found a horse on my way down the church steps and "borrowed" it from who I'm not sure, but it did not matter. My mind was focused on one mission "Find Christine and kill Raoul." As I came upon the Opera Populair, I jumped off the horse and entered the back way to my lair. I dashed to my desk and pulled a lever revealing my finest swords, daggers, masks, and guns. I put a pistol in my cloak and a dagger as well; I put my finest swords in its sheath and then picked out a mask. It was no ordinary mask though. It was of the finest porcelain. It gleamed as I put it on; it was white as ebony and it covered the right side of my face.

As I slipped it on, I grabbed the final item I needed before I left, my cloak. I soon made my way down the steps of the opera house, found the horse, which was an Arabian black stallion if I do recall, which I had "borrowed" and was headed to Christine.

I wasn't entirely sure where I was going. All I knew is that Christine needed me and I was coming for her. I could here her voice singing to me as I rode; I followed its sound.

In sleep he sang to me,

In dreams he came.

That voice which calls to me,

And speaks my name.

I turned a corner to find that I was headed to the old Opera House that was here before the Opera Populair was built; It was crumbling from age. I got off the horse and cautiously walked up the steps and entered the building. As I began walking down one of its corridors, Christine true voice became audible. She was talking to someone. Anger and utter terror lingered in her wavering voice.

I then heard a scream of terror and it sent chills through me. I burst open the doors to find Christine lying on the floor sobbing, the palms off her hands bleeding. She was clutching her side, where she had been shot.

"You bastard!" I said letting the anger once again flow through me and I ran and knelt by Christine's side.

"So glad you could come." Raoul said as he steeped into the light; he had a mischievous smirk on his face.

His voice confused me for a moment. I wasn't sure if it was him till he stepped into the light; he looked the same. His eyes though were full of hatred and burned blood red. His face was pale and his hair was turning white at the ends. His voice sounded hollow and it echoed throughout the room as he turned around and began to walk to a mirror that was hanging on the wall.

"I had rather hoped that you would come, and now my wish comes true. You have truly made my night." He sang.

He spun around and said, "Isn't that odd though. Now it's my turn to play your role, only this time," he said as he walked over to me and got inches away from my face. "I'm not going to let her go."

I jumped up in an explosion of anger from where I was kneeling and knocked him backwards in the process. I unsheathed my sword and sliced at him, barely missing. He grabbed a sword off of one of the walls and came at me.

He drove hard and fast at me. He soon had knocked my sword out of my hands; he kicked me to the ground. As he did, my gun flew out of my cloak. He saw it and kicked it out of my reach towards Christine who was still lying in agony on the floor, her dress stained with red hand prints, as she watched us fight in horror.

He then took a gun out of his belt loop and cocked it. He then aimed at my heart and said, "Don't worry she will be will be taken care of." That mischievous smirk turned into an evil smile as I shut my eyes and heard a BANG!!!