Face Your Fate
Christine embraced him, planting a soul rending kiss on his lips. For in the end there was only ever one choice for her, the only thing that could truly set them all free. Christine was determined that neither she nor her fiancée would suffer for this madman.
While his attentions were diverted, her skirt was hitched up and the dagger concealed within her garter was drawn. The enamored phantom never saw what was coming. The tiny diva drove her knife deep into his back, causing blood to spatter them both.
She watched as though in a trance as his body crumpled before her, his eyes full of accusations and misery. She had betrayed him to the very end of all things, finally bringing the ultimate end to his world that he always knew she would.
Horror stricken, Christine gaped at her red stained hands, as her angel bled to death in the lake before her. Her mind seemed to glaze over, She could not face what she'd done. With numb resolve she waded over to Raoul to set him free.
Dagger in hand, she methodically cut through the thick rope binding him. When she finally dared to look into his beloved blue eyes, it was not gratitude she saw there, but terror. The man she had held dear enough to kill for was now staring at her as though she were the slain masked devil.
"Christine, what have you become?" Tears spilling from her eyes, she reached for him. Rapidly he backed away from the hellish, blood covered bride.
"Raoul, I've freed us, don't you see? Now we can be together." She forced a smile on her face, wishing he could see the truth of her sacrifice.
When she finally touched him, he screamed as though he'd been burned. "Stay away from me you monster!"
Christine toppled backwards as though she'd been struck. Clutching the material of her dress about her, the grief stricken woman hurtled herself to the steps of the phantom's lair, collapsing on them. She buried her head in her lap and cried bitterly. For how long she knew not, but when she raised her head finally, she was alone in the deserted lair.
She contemplated the knife in her hand. She had been mistaken before, horribly mistaken. Now there was truly only one choice to make. She begin to draw the knife closer to her own chest.