"Chris, how could you?" Raoul was shocked, outraged, heartbroked. Christine and Erik both woke up, and took a second to realize what was going on. Erik gasped, and Christine shreiked and wrapped her arms around Erik's neck. Raoul turned from heartbreak to rage in just a few seconds.
"Raoul," Christine breathed, heavily, "If I knew you would find out, I wouldn't have..."
Raoul could hardly control himself. "Not... another... word..." he managed to release through his clenched teeth.
Christine was getting a bit worried. "Raoul, control yourself..."
For him, it was the final straw. "You didn't!" he almost screamed. He ran over to Christine, picked her up off of Erik's bed, and threw her down onto the cold, stone floor. Christine sat herself up and squeezed at her throbbing, possibly broken, wrist. Raoul pushed her back onto the floor, Christine wincing in pain. He supported himself by placing his hands just above her shoulders. He paused for a moment, listening to Christine's panting.
"Happy now?" he asked as he lowered his exposed body onto her. He entered her with a fierceness and rage indescribable, purposely trying to cause her as much agony and anguish as possible. Christine moaned in pain. He entered her so hard her head hit the cold, stone floor up and down, up and down. Erik couldn't watch Raoul rape Christine. He then realized what he could do to save her. He got up, and began to dress, but by the sounds of Christine screaming, he decided there wasn't enough time. He simply ran to the organ, and took something from underneath it.
Christine's screaming grew louder, more of a priority, when something took Raoul off of her and pinned him to the lattice nearby. It was Erik. He took a rope and tied Raoul's arms and legs to the lattice. When Erik was sure he couldn't escape, he ran over to Christine. She was shaking, her teeth and naked body rattling, and she was covered in blood. Erik took Raoul's puffy-laced shirt from nearby, wiped some of the blood off Christine, and noticed she had four wounds-- one on her left hip, two on each of her thighs, and one on her right shoulder-- across her body, and a pointed stalagmite for each. More blood poured out of Christine, causing her to pass out.
"I'll deal with you later." he told Raoul, harshly. He picked up Christine off of the bloody floor, carried her up a long flight of stairs, up to the hidden room, and back to the Masquerade ball. It was still bright and lively, with people dancing in beautiful, bright, cheery costumes. Most everyone was too busy to see a half-naked opera ghost carrying a bloody, possibly dead, body as something that would stand out. It was a while before Erik ran into who he was looking for.
"Madame! There you are!"
Madame Giry looked at the half naked Erik, and the blood-covered Christine. "I am not even zoing oo ask."
Erik tried to make the puppy-dog eyes as best he could. "Please, she might die soon."
Madame Giry grabbed his arm. "I ill zee vat I can do."
"Raoul," Christine breathed, heavily, "If I knew you would find out, I wouldn't have..."
Raoul could hardly control himself. "Not... another... word..." he managed to release through his clenched teeth.
Christine was getting a bit worried. "Raoul, control yourself..."
For him, it was the final straw. "You didn't!" he almost screamed. He ran over to Christine, picked her up off of Erik's bed, and threw her down onto the cold, stone floor. Christine sat herself up and squeezed at her throbbing, possibly broken, wrist. Raoul pushed her back onto the floor, Christine wincing in pain. He supported himself by placing his hands just above her shoulders. He paused for a moment, listening to Christine's panting.
"Happy now?" he asked as he lowered his exposed body onto her. He entered her with a fierceness and rage indescribable, purposely trying to cause her as much agony and anguish as possible. Christine moaned in pain. He entered her so hard her head hit the cold, stone floor up and down, up and down. Erik couldn't watch Raoul rape Christine. He then realized what he could do to save her. He got up, and began to dress, but by the sounds of Christine screaming, he decided there wasn't enough time. He simply ran to the organ, and took something from underneath it.
Christine's screaming grew louder, more of a priority, when something took Raoul off of her and pinned him to the lattice nearby. It was Erik. He took a rope and tied Raoul's arms and legs to the lattice. When Erik was sure he couldn't escape, he ran over to Christine. She was shaking, her teeth and naked body rattling, and she was covered in blood. Erik took Raoul's puffy-laced shirt from nearby, wiped some of the blood off Christine, and noticed she had four wounds-- one on her left hip, two on each of her thighs, and one on her right shoulder-- across her body, and a pointed stalagmite for each. More blood poured out of Christine, causing her to pass out.
"I'll deal with you later." he told Raoul, harshly. He picked up Christine off of the bloody floor, carried her up a long flight of stairs, up to the hidden room, and back to the Masquerade ball. It was still bright and lively, with people dancing in beautiful, bright, cheery costumes. Most everyone was too busy to see a half-naked opera ghost carrying a bloody, possibly dead, body as something that would stand out. It was a while before Erik ran into who he was looking for.
"Madame! There you are!"
Madame Giry looked at the half naked Erik, and the blood-covered Christine. "I am not even zoing oo ask."
Erik tried to make the puppy-dog eyes as best he could. "Please, she might die soon."
Madame Giry grabbed his arm. "I ill zee vat I can do."