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Chapter Five

The Prison of the Mind

(Hey, its in English, yeah for English!)

The light snow crunched as the two men strode briskly up the path. Silence permeated the now warming air. The melting snow seemed to create a deafening roar in their ears that yet was only barley audible over the blood saturated with thick jealousy rushing to their ears. Erik watched his rival silently sizing his up over and over again, not knowing fully what he was even looking for. He knew in is mind exactly what he was going to find in hat dark decaying old house. The house was probably neither dark nor decaying but he would rather think of it that way.

Raoul on the other hand was keeping himself from thinking entirely, if he even contemplated he imposing figure on his right he no be able to stop the flow of terrible thoughts concerning his tragic wife and that the very reason that she was so. The tragic part was the fact the reason itself walking beside his was just as tragic a figure as the one hidden

Raoul opened the large oaken door slowly but determined. He refused, even now to show more weakness than he already had. He would retain some shred of his dignity if he could. The masked man looked quickly at the striking face next to his, and suppressed the tingle of jealousy still lingering. However, he was beginning to recognize that the boy had not come out any better than he had at the end of all things. The realization formed itself during the silent walk down the marble halls.

They were lavish, each room furnished with the best that money could buy, and all light and cheerful. Lots of white, too many flowers, the smell of them permeated the entire house. Up the stairs the climbed, and down seemingly endless halls, until they were in the northwest corner of the mansion. The two men stood in front of the door for seemed like an eternity, until the sound of a muffled screech came through the thick door, indicating how loud the actual noise must have been. Erik jumped, something very unlike him.

"What in the hell are you doing to her!" he demanded.

"Calm down, please, she'll hear you. Please, just calm down for a moment."

"Let me in there, NOW!"

"No, wait, please…"

But the Vicount's pleas fell against deaf ears, Erik had heard his angel in pain there was no force on earth strong enough to stop him from going to her. He threw open the door and charged in, only to find himself in an empty room. He paused for a moment before yelling out to the petrified Vicount to show him Christine.

"ANGEL!"

The scream tore into Erik's heart she had heard him, oh god she had heard him. The screams continued but with no definable words. The shrieks began, rising quickly, and Erik could hear her tearing her voice with desperation, and a tear welled up in his eye. He blinked it away and continued to rave at Raoul.

"Show Me! Where is she?" Then he stopped, cleared his head, which was difficult for the screams in the air, and thought for a brief moment. The torture chamber, it had a secret window to see the victim. He looked around, and sure enough, there was a latch on the wall signifying a window to the other room underneath.

He paused, knowing he was not going to like what he saw. What he saw devastated him beyond measure. All went black……………………

Hiding underneath

The veil of broken dreams

We find her weeping

On her once white wings

She will be carrying the weight of our deeds

And she bleeds for love

Forever gone

Drunk on shadows and lost in a lie

Killing ourselves a kiss at a time

Devils dance while angels smile

Drunk on shadows and lost in a lie

She's blinded by the fear

Of life and death and everything in between

We smile when she cries a river of tears

A mirror where we see nothing but a reflection of heaven too far away

Drunk on shadows and lost in a lie

Killing ourselves a kiss at a time

Devils dance while angels smile

Drunk on shadows and lost in a lie

So alive

So alive

The words danced in his head with a haunting melody. He realized suddenly that there was a piece of time missing. He sat up quickly and looked around. The very act hurt like hell. He wondered briefly what had happened to him before the memories came flooding back to him. The memory alone made him nauseas. He put the thought out of his head, he must have taken too much opium and had an episode. That must be the explanation. Until he looked around again and came to the shocking fact that he was not in his lair or in a grubby hotel room. The events came into reality when the door opened and Raoul entered.

"Oh shit"

"Happy to see you awake, even if that is my thanks. I told you not to look."

Erik zoned out, that meant what he had seen was real. Oh god. There was blood, and scratches. She wasn't recognizable, she barley looked human. Her hair was short, and unkempt, with large mats in it, it had been chopped, jaggedly. He wondered if it was self inflicted. Her arms bore the needle marks of many injections, and many scars running up her arms in a crazy pattern. Her arms themselves were so thin he could see the bones protruding. Her eyes were black around with thick rings. Haggard beyond belief, the check bones were the only thing holding up her face. She was slumped in the corner, head lolling back, snapping up again to emit a raw scream.

It was too much. He simply put his head in his arms and cried. He wished her dead, he wished himself dead. He lost all caring for showing weakness. It was too overwhelming, and worst of all he felt pity for the other tragic figure in this, the now jaded blond beside him, able for the first to see each other.