I don't own POTO, but POTO PWNS! I updated up to Chapter 4 for Crash! One more Chapter for this and a new project will be announced.
Chapter 9: Home
By PittsBurghFuzz
Erik, Arzu, and the Persian arrived at Paris. Erik took note of the masked man whom he saw at the train station. It appeared that the strange man walked into a dark alley.
"Erik?" Arzu asked while waving her hands in Erik's face.
"Yes Arzu?" Erik replied.
"Are you feeling alright, Erik?" Ledoux asked.
"I am well daroga, just well."
"Good, then I will be venturing to my resting quarters while you two get to the lair."
Ledoux walked the opposite way Erik and Arzu were walking. Erik felt a strange sensation. Arzu was Holding his hand, like a little girl holding her father's own hand across the street. Erik felt something he rarely felt before- Butterflies. As Erik and Arzu entered through the entrance to the lair, Arzu was astounded by all of the statues and structures beneath the opera house. They finally arrived at the boat. Erik felt like not time had past. They arrived at Erik's lair in mere minutes. Arzu gazed with wonderment at the sight of Erik's lair. Erik went to his room to check something. For some reason, Erik's bed still had the smell of Christine. It was very faint, but that was more than enough for Erik. Arzu looked at Erik's music box. She turned it on and Erik immediately darted towards it. Erik sand along to the tune of "Masquerade".
"Erik, do you want me to go?" Arzu asked.
"Why would you say that?" Erik asked back.
"Well, it seems that you are content with everything here and..."
Erik told hold of Arzu's forearms. "Look, I am just happy to be home, that's all. That doesn't change us."
"Erik, I think it would be best if you took me to the hotel so I can rest."
"You are right. Besides, I don't want you to be cooped up here forever."
"Thank you Erik."
Erik and Arzu reentered the boat and drifted off.
"Erik, did you build this all yourself?" Arzu asked.
"Some of the above ground stuff, yes. But the lair was all mine." Erik proudly said.
"Would you change the overall design of you had the chance?"
"Of course, most of it is totally uninspired."
The boat finally got to the dock and Arzu got off the boat. Erik pointed which direction she should go and she was on her way.
Christine was reading a book as Raoul left for some errands. Raoul did not even say goodbye to Christine. Raoul was still acting strange, ever since the death of his sister. Christine to her delight, did not have attend the funeral. However, Christine was upset that her love was acting like a completely different person. Christine tried to sing to kill some time. The only problem was that Christine could not sing without the Phantom's music. Christine started to cry.
Erik was experiencing the same problem. He could not play music without her voice. Erik also broke down into tears, because it was truly downright upsetting. Erik then picked up his newspaper. He read about the "women thieves" and decided to become a vigilante. He decided to become "The Redeeming Angel". He wore his cloak, and awaited the night to come alive.
There was a woman walking down the streets of Paris when all of a sudden, a hooded man, who appears to look like an executioner, leading her to the guillotine. The woman ran, but the man quickly caught up with her. He grabbed her in private areas, hurting her. But through the mist of the night, fireballs shot at the air like the world was coming to an end. This distracted the man, but went right back to what he was doing. Then, he heard a noise.
"Why do need to do these horrid things to women?" the voice asked.
The man was shocked. The voice sounded like the human form of God. Sounding far away, yet loud.
"What do you want?" the man asked.
"Let her go." the voice asked.
The man walked backwards into a trap. A punjab lasso was caught around his neck.
"You should have listened to me ignorant fool." the voice told him.
The great shock was that the man was never far away, just right behind him. The woman was unconscious, so the man pulled out some smelling salt. She woke up looking at her hero.
"Who are you?" she asked.
He looked into the distance. "The Redeeming Angel." was his response.
The next morning, news was full of headlines dealing with this "Redeeming Angel".
Ledoux decided to go to Erik's lair and ask him about it.
Erik was fooling around with some of his contraptions. He looked in the mirror to find Ledoux behind him.
"Ledoux? What brings you here?" Erik asked his old friend.
"This." Ledoux showed Erik the newspaper with talk of the angel.
"Interesting." Erik said as he placed his hand on his chin. "He sounds like a nice guy."
"You consider yourself nice?" Ledoux told Erik.
"Wow, I didn't expect you to find that out until much later."
"Why thank you."
"Don't feel special about yourself. You know my tastes so it shouldn't have been that hard."
"So are you going to continue this?" Ledoux asked.
"Of course, it is successful so far."
"Well, I want in as well."
"Just go out on patrol and just make yourself look different. You don't need to be an eccentric like myself to fight sinners."
"I wasn't planning on it."
"Good, that's the daroga I know." Erik said as he placed his hand on Ledoux's shoulder. Erik continued to experiment with things as the daroga was looking around.