A/N: I'm so sorry I stopped the story at an interesting part. I know a lot of you must want to rip my head off for doing that to you. I feel like doing the same to myself right now. I guess I just wanted to fit in the chapter as quickly as I could before New Years. I had a big brain storm that day and I needed to write it down. I stopped when I did because I didn't know how exactly I was going to write this chapter. (Chapter 7)

Thanks to my reviewers.

scarletghost13: Thanks for the ideas. I think I'm going to use two of your ideas. I was thinking about doing what you told me. You will find out what I will use in this chapter and later chapters.

the Mouse in the Opera House: Aww. I'll try and update as soon as I can. I just have the holidays and homework to do, that's all. I'll try my hardest. Yes, homework on my Christmas break. That's my crazy Algebra teacher for ya. I think I have to solve like 90 problems. .

Twinkle22: With this chapter you might not expect what I'm going to do next. . Mu ha ha!

Lotte Rose 37: I will answere all your questions in this chapter or the next. I'll take some beano. .

The opening of this chapter will be with Erik. When I have my little (XXX) that seperates the place, it will take place with Christine. It will be one of those meanwhile things. I bet you're confused now. That's alright. You'll get it eventially.

You: Start the story already.

Me: Ok, ok, ok.

Chapter 7

The boy grabed onto the bars of the cage, shaking them violently. He growled in fustration. He cursed under his breath. 'How the hell am I going to get to her!' he thought. He looked around. His eyes landed on the fork. 'That's it!' he thought. He bent down and picked up the fork. He then slid it into the lock. His hands shook with fear that he would not make it in time to save Christine. He cursed as his shaking hands fumbled on the lock. Finally, the lock made a satifying click. He swung open the cage door. 'These untencils did surve a perpuos after all.' a small smile curved at the corner of his lips.

'Wait a minute.' he thought to himself. 'Javert is twice the size of me. I need something to protect Christine and I.' his eyes scaned the room. He found a rather long rope. 'This will do just fine' he thought as he picked it up. 'I'd rather not use a knife and get my hands dirty with his filth.' He quickly tied the rope into a noose. He knew it was sloppily made but he also knew it would sranggle Javert if he where to put it arround his flabby neck.

He ran quietly to the direction that Javert and Christine went. He just hoped he wasn't too late.

XXX meanwhile, as the boy is trying to get out of the cage...

Javert went into the next tent and walked strait to the talble. He took his free arm and shoved the brandy bottle and the glasses off the table. He reached for Christine and dumped her on the table with a thud. Christine cried out in pain with his harshness. "Please let me go!" she cried. "I want to go home."

"Shut up!" he yelled. He gagged her with a piece of cloth.

The tears came down her cheeks in torrents as the cloth muffled her cries. She did what she thougth of first. She kicked and punched every inch she could mannage to reach on Javert. It didn't seem to be working until her foot came in contact with his groin. Javert let out a growl of pain.

"You bitch!" he yelled. He started to hit his fists into her ribs. She cried out in pain. "There, just what you deserve for that."

Javert reached for a rope and tied her hands together and her feet to the legs of the table, with difficulty.

Christine didn't know what he was going to do to her, but she knew it wasn't going to be good. She struggled with the ropes, only breaking her skin on her wrists and ancles.

Javert unbuckled his belt and threw it to the corner of the tent. He then took of his pants so that he was only in his drawers. Christine closed her eyes as tightly as she could. Christine then faited with fright for what was to happen next.

"Do not move another inch, Javert!" a voice hissed.

The boy walked into the tent. Before Javert could do anything, he threw the noose over his neck. He sqweesed. Javert choaked for air. His face started to turn purple. "Didn't think I would stay true to my word?" the boy said smiling.

"You don't have the guts to kill me" Javert choaked.

"Oh really?" he said. "Think again!" The boy jurcked his wrist back and with a loud crack he ended Javert's life. The man hit the grownd with a thud.

The boy's eyes softened and turned to their normal golden color when his gaze fell upon Chrisitne's unconcious form. He walked over to her and carefully untied the ropes that held her down. He then took the cloth out of her mouth. He patted her face softly to wake her. They had to leave as soon as they could before someone relizes Javert's dead.

He looked for a bucket of cool water. He found the bucket and dipped the cloth into the water. He gently dabbed the cloth along Christine's rosy cheeks and forhead. 'She is the most beautiful creature that has graced this earth.' he thought in wonder.

She stured a bit and her eyes fluttered open. She stared into his golden orbs. "Come we must hide." he said.

He gave her his hand and helped her off the table. He lead her out of the tent without her seeing Javert's dead body. "Keep to the shadows," he whispered, "and stay close to me."

"Where are we going?" she whispered back.

"I don't know yet" he said.

"How about my house." she suggested.

"Okay." he said under his breath.

A/N: I hope you liked the chapter. I have a pretty good idea what I'm going to be doing with this story, from now on. I don't know how fast I will update because like I said I have algebra homework. . If there are any grammer errors, please ignor them. I wrote this chapter as fast as I could

Well, have a Happy New Year! .

-Jess-