I might
take a short break after this chapter. I'm starting to get a brain
fart with this story right now. I want to put a lot of things in this
story, but some of my ideas would clash with my other ideas so that
they wouldn't make sense (time wise). I never thought that it would
be this hard in working out Christine's and Erik's ages into the
story. Like Erik still has to build his home in the Opera house.
Stuff like that. I'm also trying to fit in Nadir. He might not be in
it. I don't know. We shall see. If anything, I'll have to squeeze him
in... somehow.
Also, I wanted to say that I am a review whore.
Who isn't? I think most writers like to hear that their work is
liked. For those of you who don't know what a review whore is, it's a
person who loves reviews, practically lives off them. Just wanted to
save some of you some time, from writing me saying that I'm a review
whore.
Oh, and thank you all who reviewed. I love hearing from
you. .
Any who... on with the story. :P
Chapter 6
Christine was frightened while walking to the fair all by herself. She was always afraid of the dark for as long as she could remember. 'Oh God,' she prayed silently, 'please give me courage. Protect me and guard me.' Christine swallowed her fears and kept walking towards the fair. She couldn't have her fears come in the way for her friend in need. She had to get to him, no matter what. No matter how dark or scary it was she had to help him. She came this far, why stop now?
After walking for five minutes, she arrived at the fair. Christine walked up to a woman and asked her, "Excuse me, Madam, what time is it?" The woman looked down at Christine and wondered where her parents where. She looked at her husband and asked for his pocket watch.
"It's nine o'clock, on the dot." she woman replied.
"Thank you." Christine said politely.
Christine then left for the tent in which the boy lay, waiting for her. The woman's eyes followed the little girl till she disappeared into the tent.
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Christine made sure that no one was in the tent besides her and the boy. After a few moments passed by she entered the tent. Her little feet made a faint nose while she walked towards him. He looked up at the noise.
"You came back." he said in disbelief. She stared at him.
"Of coarse I did. Why wouldn't I?" When he didn't answer her question she said, "I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you this." She indicated to the bag that she was holding. She knelt down in front of him and handed him the bag. As he took the bag he murmured his thanks to her. She nodded to him. She couldn't help but notice that his hands were freezing. She frowned. He unwrapped the bag and started to eat. He suddenly stopped eating.
"Is there something wrong?" she asked him.
"It's just that you gave me utensils. Why?" he said.
"I thought I would just give you the option in using them... I guess." she said as she shrugged.
He finished the rest of his meal quietly. When he finished eating he looked up at her and then turned his gase to look behind her. His eyes widened. "Look out!" he yelled. "Run!"
Before Christine could do anything, she felt something close around her wrist. The vice grip that held her wrist, turned her around. Christine gasped in horror. It was him! The man who was beating this boy. Javert!
Christine screamed, "Get off me! Get off me right this instant!"
"Do you have any money to see the freak, little girl?" he asked angrily. "Because if you don't, you were trespassing on my property."
"No, I haven't any money to see the big freak that stands in front of me." she said boldly. "Really, you shouldn't call yourself a freak."
"Why you little bitch!" he hissed and slapped her across the face. "You just earned yourself a punishment. Of course I will enjoy this." he said with an evil grin.
"Let her go! It's me you want!" the boy growled angrily.
"What are you going to do about it?" he asked laughing.
"I will kill you if you harm her in any way. Consider yourself a dead man now, for you hurt her just now." he said. Javert let out a bark of laughter.
"You are in a cage! I doubt that you can do anything to protect her. Which reminds me to ask, do you, a monster, have feelings for this girl?" Javert laughed. "Now tell me, how can a beauty love a beast." he jeered.
The boy's once golden eyes turned to a dark shade of red. The boy was furious. His body was shaking with rage.
Without waiting for a reply, Javert picked Christine up and threw her over his shoulder. Christine screamed "LET ME GO! PUT ME DOWN!" Tears started streaming down her cheeks. Christine kicked her legs into his stomach and pounded her fists into his back.
"YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR ACTIONS, JAVERT! YOU WILL PAY DEARLY! YOU WILL LIVE TO REGRET THIS!" the boy roared furiously.
Soon Christine and Javert where out of sight. The boy only heard Christine's screams.
A/N: Oh
no! What will Erik do? How will he escape? If he escapes, will he
make it in time to save Christine? Why is the sky blue? WHY?
. Wow that was random. lmao! I like to keep you all on the edge of
your seats. (You): What the hell is wrong with this girl! Why did
she end the chapter when it started to get good/suspenceful. She's
fucking nuts! (Me): I want to keep you guessing, that's all. (You)
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Sorry, the chapter is short. I'll try to update this as soon
as I can. Who knows, I might get the next chapter finished a little
faster if I get some good reviews. .
