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The Wedding Day
A crimson sun rose above Paris and Christine's eye lids fluttered open. She lifted her head off the window and looked at her surroundings. She was still in the room; she was still in her prison cell. Then the memories of the day before came flooding back to her.
Her clothes were still covered in blood and her hands had red dot scattered all over them. Christine trembled, but withheld her scream as she thought of Raoul holding the gun to her face. She remembered the man who lay dead upon her floor the day before. The body was gone, but who was he? Than she recalled something Raoul had said.
"…mother was always so proud of you…" he had yelled at the man. That must have been Phillipe, Raoul brother. Raoul had mentioned him on a few occasions.
Raoul was mad enough to kill his own brother, but was he crazy enough to kill Christine too? He certainly seemed like it and now Christine feared for her life in more ways than one.
Then Christine realized something even more horrible, today was her wedding day.
Erik and Meg made their way through the crowded Parisian streets. It was barely 8am and they were already bussing with business. Meg had reach Erik at about 6:45 that morning and neither could sleep with the fact that Christine was in the hands of a mad man.
Erik's dark heavy cloak made him stick out a bit in the crowd, but he would have stuck out more if he walked about with his mask open for view.
They reached the hotel and Meg lead him inside, they didn't bother to stop at the front desk, but Meg continued to lead him through the hallways to room 48.
"It is here," Meg said pointing to the door.
"Christine?!" Erik pounded on the door. No reply.
"Christine, we are here." Meg called through the door, still silence.
"I'm going to break down the door," Erik said and Meg took a few steps back.
With one swift kick the inexpensive door fell and they were greeted by an empty room. Erik stepped through the door frame and into the vacant room. Meg screeched and pointed to a puddle of dried blood on the floor.
No, Erik thought.
"Where is she?!" Erik yelled at Meg.
"I-I don't know." Meg said frightened by his sudden burst of anger.
"Where is she?!" He demanded again.
"I don't kno…" she trailed off, "oh no."
"What?"
"It can't be."
"What is it?!"
"She must have written the letter the day before she gave it to me."
"What does that mean?"
"It means today is the wedding day… today Raoul forces her to marry him!"
Erik sank down onto the bed and let it sink in, when a very fat man came up to the flattened door. "What in the name of the holy lord have you done? Who's going to pay for this?"
Erik ignored him, "Where is the wedding?"
"Just outside of the city," Meg said.
"Wedding?! Forget the bloody wedding, someone is going to pay for this door!" the fat man demanded.
Erik stood and faced the fat man and he immediately shut his oversized mouth.
"What if I don't feel like paying for it?" Erik asked venom dripping from every word.
"Then y-you don't have too," the fat man said, "I'll fix this up myself."
"Thank you." Erik said icily and the two of them left, leaving the fat man alone in his recently wet pants.