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The Phantom stalked the tunnels of the catacombs pausing every now and then to hear for any signs of the boy that had interrupted him for the last time. He snapped the Punjab lasso causing the disturbing sound to echo throughout the corridors, he grinned despite himself knowing in mere seconds he would have his revenge.

He could hear the other idiot stumbling a few more tunnels in front of him, with that he picked up the pace ignoring the fact that he had stormed away from Monica seconds ago. Of course he would have liked to explain to her why he had asked such a question, but now that didn't matter. He completely shut off any thoughts relating to his muse and concentrated on the task at hand.

The smell of wet dirt filled his senses as he stopped and looked around near a four way crossing. He paused to smell the air briefly and followed the scent of alcohol until he finally found what he had been looking for the whole time.

Jack stood a few feet away from the fuming Opera Ghost near the edge of the river that ran under the Opera Populair, his green eyes locking with the Phantom's own metallic blue. The younger man faltering as he stepped back slightly narrowly avoiding the fall into the water inches from where he stood.

The Phantom merely stood still watching his every move, his eyes never leaving the biker's own horrified pair.

"What do you want? An explanation for what I did? Should I start to beg for my life?" Jack spat venomously eyeing his rival who merely remained still. The stare of the ghost was starting to unnerve him, and slowly but surely he was starting to regret coming to the Opera House in the first place.

"She got what she deserved! She chose you over me!" Jack snarled as the Phantom tilted his head curiously, "she threw her life away for your sake! I could have killed her that day…I could have killed her," he added lowly hating the older man for stealing Monica away from him.

The Phantom remained silent, his jaw clenched tightly, why was it that everyone thought she was in love with a monster? Such a cruel lie only seemed to fuel his anger towards the boy in front of him, how could he lay his hands on what was his? How dare he….

"Why does she love you?" the Phantom found himself asking the younger man out loud. He couldn't fathom why Monica loved the man in front of him…perhaps she still did. He couldn't bare it if that was the case.

"I don't know…I treated her so horribly," Jack admitted reminding the Phantom of what he had done. No sooner had the words escaped the biker's mouth that the Punjab lasso was sent towards his neck and pulled tightly. He choked and stumbled towards the owner of the lasso; before he could even begin to recover he was greeted with a monstrous blow to the side of his face that sent him reeling a few feet back.

The Phantom sneered when his fist collided with the boy's cheek, he was far from done. He had caused severe damage on his muse; he would make sure that he felt the pain that she had felt thousand fold.

Jack groaned in pain as he held his broken nose, blood oozing out as he drew back his bloodstained hand and laughed slightly. He deserved this and more, he had done the same to Monica, put her through the same pain.

The Phantom resisted the urge to simply crush the boy's neck when he heard him laugh, but that could wait. He walked over to his hunched form and used his boot to push him back. Jack landed painfully on his back and groaned before spitting out blood once more. He felt like he was reliving what he had done to his angel, except he was on the receiving end this time. He welcomed the pain, for he knew he had done worse with Monica.

He placed his boot on Jack's chest and sneered once more before he started to apply pressure. The body beneath him squirming when he refused to lessen the crushing pressure, sure enough he started to hear the satisfying cracks as Jack's ribs broke one by one. The Phantom counted…one, two, three…the exact number he had fractured on Monica.

Jack howled in pain as he felt his bones start to break, his body tossed and turned desperately trying to get away from the aggressor to no avail. After three bones being broken however he stopped, Jack resisted the urge to laugh once more. He was getting back at him for what he had done to Monica, the bastard.

The Phantom merely moved on to one of his arms and viewed it carefully before placing his boot on his elbow and resuming what he had started. Jack clawed at the Opera Ghost's foot with his free hand as the bones in his arm started to break as well, the symphony of cracks only encouraging the Phantom as he applied more pressure earing himself a scream of pain from Jack.

The tears flowed freely from his face as he heard his bones break, screams escaped his lips as the Phantom reached down and seized him by his neck pulling him up while dragging him to the edge of the river.

He held the boy in his grasp in a two feet death grip, his eyes showing nothing but loathing at the man before him before he found himself singing out his frustrations:

"She looked for sympathy,

You gave her sorrow,

She asked for honesty,

You've none to borrow.

She needed your tender kiss,

She begged it of you,

You gave her ugliness,

Why does she love you...?

She yearns for higher things,

Things you can't give her,

The rush that music brings…

You can't deliver.

And even when she sings,

And soars above you,

You try to clip her wings,

Why does she love you…?

Beneath that mask you wear,

There's nothing of you,

Just horror, shame, despair…

Why does she love you…?"

The Phantom couldn't help but snarl the last few lines as the boy in his grasp choked due to the Phantom increasing the pressure. He didn't understand why she had run after him begging him to come back, why she had persuaded him to leave the boy be. Perhaps she still loved him, still wanted him. She had saved him from the Opera Ghost's wrath once before, but why?

Before he could continue his thoughts or finish killing the boy a bloodcurdling scream reached his ears causing him to frown upon realizing who it belonged to. His eyes changed drastically as they went from their raging state to a more panicked and horrified mode.

He prayed that she had not fallen into one of his traps, but as much as he begged and hoped he knew that had been the case. He shouldn't have left her; he shouldn't have allowed her to follow him. He cursed her for being so compassionate, for caring whether the dog in his grasp lived or died.

He couldn't afford to waste more time with the boy when she was suffering, he couldn't possibly bare to hear her scream once more.

"You are lucky, this is the second time she has saved you…the next time I will not hesitate to kill you," he growled in Jack's face, "may the river finish what I could not," he barked before hurling Jack into the raging water.

He didn't even bother in checking to see if the boy resurfaced, he merely rushed towards the sounds of her desperate sobs. The cries were getting fainter and fainter as he walked desperately through the runnels wishing to find her already.

He paused to hear for her weak voice but heard nothing. A disturbing silence surrounded him.

"Angel I hear you, speak I listen, stay by my side, guide me…" he begged her wishing to hear her voice. That alone would guide him and allow him to reach her.

"Phantom!" she cried desperately, her horrified voice echoing through the walls as he turned towards the sound and took off in that direction. He couldn't fathom why he had left her alone in the tunnels, he knew this would happen. The deeper you went into the catacombs the more infested it became with fatal traps and dead ends. He hoped the damage wasn't as bad as he imagined.

He turned a corner sharply and finally found her as his eyes landed on her shaking form on sitting on the ground, a pool of blood around her ankle as he rushed to her side.

Monica nearly cried out with joy as she saw the Phantom come around the corner, she held out a bloodied hand as he took it and crouched next to her resisting and urge to groan out his frustrations. She had landed in one of his primitive traps, but painful nonetheless.

The bear trap lay closed around her ankle as it tore her flesh and clamped down on her bones. He moved forward and stared at her, he merely received a weak nod from her before he pried the trap open allowing her to slip her ankle loose with a pained cry.

He let the trap snap shut after she was free from it and moved over to her form once more. He collected her trembling body in his arms and carried her bridal style through the tunnels hoping to reach the lair quickly.

"Put me down, I'll stain your clothes!" she exclaimed hitting his chest weakly as he laughed lightly.

"That is the least of my concern at the moment," he replied as she grimaced when her ankle moved slightly before burying her face in the ruffles of his shirt trying to hold back a scream of pain.

"Hey…you've never told me your name," she told him weaker than before fighting off the need to sleep at the moment.

The Phantom glanced down at her, her eyes clouded over from the pain, he didn't think she would remember anything when she woke up so he decided to tell her, "Erik," he told her quietly, "my name is Erik," he confessed as she smiled at him.

"Beautiful name, it fit's its owner," she told him slurring the last words before dropping her head on his chest once more completely unconscious. He merely increased the pace at which he was going and glanced down at her from time to time to make sure she was alright.

This day had proved to be more than he expected, but he wasn't going to start to complain either.

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