Chapter 6. The Music of the Labyrinth.
Eric went back to his organ, his hand covering his face, and he played a single key.
"I'm sorry." I said, but part of me didn't care what hardships the murder went through, he deserved it.
He took back his mask and said. "You've seen my face; I can't let you leave now. I would never kill you like I do the others who see my face, but you I never could harm, so you must stay here."
I took his hand and began to beg. "Please let me go! I won't tell anyone of your face or your life or where you took me! Just please let me go!"
He replaced his mask to his face then looked at me and said. "You fear me now. You hate me. You think me a devil."
I didn't know how to reply so I just said. "You aren't a devil."
"But I'm not an angel either, now am I?"
"You're a musician who says he's both a ghost and an angel."
He stood up and walked over to a mirror and said. "I'm not a musician, nor a ghost, nor an angel. I'm just Eric."
Before I could say anything, due to the late hour, I fell asleep right then and there.
I awoke the next morning to the sight of sun shining through the window in my dressing room. Eric was nowhere to be seen.
She quickly dressed then ran out into the hall to find Raoul.
"Oh Raoul!" I said and hugged him
"Oh Christine are you alright?" He asked. "Don't ever scare me like that again!"
"Oh Raoul don't ever let me scare you like that again!"