After hearing Raoul's screams, Marius was genuinely terrified. He wanted to run away and stay at the same time. His heart was beating faster and his head was flooded with guilt. What if Raoul was dead, and his last memory of Marius was him being so nasty and mean?

"Raoul!" called Combeferre, "Raoul, can you hear me?!"

No response.

"Raoul!" tried Enjolras. Still, no response. They all assumed the worst, that Raoul's disappearance was a result of the mysterious ghost. "Let him go!" Enjolras shouted, his voice strong and dead serious. "Leave him alone!" Still, no response.

"Okay, wee have to go down there," Combeferre said, "We can't just leave him." There was mutual nods of heads in agreement, some still absolutely shocked by what had happened.

"I'll go," Marius offered, already heading into the organ.

"Marius what are you doing?" Courfeyrac asked him, trying to pull him away from the organ, "You could be killed!" The silence in the room was eerie, each boy was reminded of Raoul's disappearance.

"You know what, I'm going to go too. I have nothing to loose anyway," Grantaire announced, grabbing Marius's arm, "But we have to hurry."

Enjolras watched as his two best friends quickly climbed into the organ's interior and vanished from sight. He could only imagine where Raoul was and where they were going.

"Hey, wait up!" he called to Grantaire and Marius, hurrying into the organ after them. Enjolras couldn't leave them. Despite the fact he was positively terrified, he reasoned there was no better death than fighting alongside best friends.

Rushing into the inside of the organ, Enjolras was met with a small room of giant, silver pipes which only led to a skinny, long hall of more and more pipes. The quiet was creepy. Marius and Grantaire were nowhere in sight.

"Guys..." he called in almost a whisper, afraid of disappearing himself, "Guys!"

"Shut up, Enjolras," Marius said, putting a hand over his mouth. They were directly behind him. Despite feeling like an idiot, he still was relieved.

The three of them cautiously walked along the organ's floor, each becoming more scared with every step they took, unaware of their surroundings. They walked slowly in a straight line led by Enjolras in the front, then Grantaire and Marius carrying the end. None were brave enough to call out; "Raoul!" They were dead silent.

They walked slowly throughout the hallway of pipes, until Enjolras backed up in a jolt. Grantaire looked over his shoulder, and gazed in shock at the gaping hole in the floor, that had opened up when Enjolras's foot touched that area. He surely would have fallen. That was just too close.

"Let's go down," Marius said. It wasn't a question, all three were in complete agreement. They had to go down and find Raoul.

"I'll go first," Enjolras volunteered.

"No, no. I'll go first," Grantaire said, moving Enjolras away from the hole.

"Why you?"

"I'm the biggest. I mean, it depends on how deep this thing is, but I might be able to help you guys down."

Neither Marius nor Enjolras could argue with that logic, and watched as Grantaire plunged into the black unknown, his teeth grit and his hands in fists. Both held their breath and couldn't let air in again until they heard Grantaire's voice call up to them.

"I can't help you guys down," he told them.

To Grantaire's surprise, a lake had broken his fall, a fall which had actually been very deep. It was at least eight (probably more) feet. Instead of shouting out for Raoul again, he squinted his eyes and just vaguely saw a boat on the water, led by a lantern, but concealed by mist.

"A boat, on a lake, under a church," he muttered in astonishment, "Who could have guessed?"

A few moments later, he heard two identical splashes. Marius and Enjolras.

As if there landings in the water weren't loud enough, Marius stupidly began to call to Raoul, but Grantaire managed to quiet him despite the darkness.

"There's someone on the lake... in a boat... I think Raoul's there," he reasoned.

"But wait... what if Raoul fell in the lake and drowned?" Enjolras questioned him.

"I don't know. Raoul wouldn't drown, unless there was a struggle. I think we should follow the boat."

"He's right," Marius said, agreeing with Enjolras, "We're just going to have to swim across."

With terror in their hearts, the three boys swam across the lake, which luckily was fairly calm waters. However, none could believe that such a great body of water was under their own town's church. It was unbelievable.

If anything, they were going to find Raoul.

The water they swam in became shallower and shallower until they had emerged back on dry- but, still sort of damp and cold- land. All three shivered, their clothes stuck to them from the lake's water.

They wandered out of the water and blindly arrived at what looked like an underground cave. All three boys couldn't deny their horror, they walked closely together and as quietly as possible.

"No matter what's in there, we have each others backs, right?" Enjolras asked his friends, "Because we're going to find Raoul, right?"

"Right," Marius said. Grantaire nodded by his side.

Enjolras led the way and with a deep breath approached towards the home, inching closer and closer. It was so bizarre to them, how could there be an entire building and a lake underground? Did someone truly live there?

If anything, they just had to find their friend and get out. Marius watched as Enjolras quietly opened the door and listened, in anguish, as the door creaked slightly.

Marius just wanted to go home, above ground, lie down in dry clothes and go to bed. Underground and soaking wet, with the threat of death hanging over them was the last place he wanted to be.

The door slowly opened to a dark home. There was no electricity, only a few, dimly lit candles illuminated the room. They cautiously were led into a damp house, with only three rooms that led to a hallway of chairs and a simple kitchen table.

However, what they noticed about the house in particular was artwork. All kinds of art- half composed symphonies, paintings, drawings, poems and sonnets covered the floors and were pinned up on the walls.

With a shaking hand, Marius picked up one of the drawings and an eerily similar brunette girl smiled back at them. It was Christine. The drawing was exactly of Christine, looking more like a photograph than freehand artwork. They looked all around them. Everything was Christine.

Christine smiling, Christine reading, Christine singing, Christine sleeping. Everything was Christine. Even the sonnets or the musical pieces were simply named "Christine," or at least something amongst that wavelength.

"Put that down," a foreign voice commanded. All three stood rigid, their blood ran cold. This was the end, they were going to die in a terrible, cold and dark place.

Marius obeyed the voice and Enjolras and Grantaire watched as the smiling picture of Christine fell back down to the floor.

Enjolras drew in a deep breath, he was sacred, but was also becoming angry. "Where's our friend?"

The man laughed and Enjolras instantly recognized the sound, bringing him instantly back to the death of the church's minister. "Where is he? Just leave us alone!"

Marius peered around the house, trying to forget his fear. He could feel the presence of the mysterious man in the room, he had never been so scared in his life. And there was nothing he could do to help himself. Upon looking closer, Marius could see Raoul lying on the floor, very far away in the room. It was impossible to tell if he was breathing or not. He just wanted to go home.

The man stepped closer into the light and revealed himself to them. He was extremely tall, he towered above the others, but was also very skinny. The man was fairly nicely dressed as well. However, the most striking part of his appearance was undoubtedly his face. He had nicely kept, dark hair and half of his face was undeniably handsome. The other half was covered by a porcelain looking mask that was a contrast to his dark exterior, his mask was delicate and a pure white color.

He looked menacing and terrifying, but somehow gentle and romantic at the same time.

The man had emerged from the darkness with one purpose, he attacked Marius, slipping an old-styled noose around his neck. In a panic, Marius quickly put his hands on his neck, trying to prevent the rope from tightening anymore. Enjolras let out a shout of terror, wanting to help his friend, but had no idea how.

It was Grantaire who had thought quickly. In a matter of seconds, he had grabbed the only sharp knife lying on the kitchen table and held it against the man's neck. It was the best matter of defense he could think of. The man stumbled back a bit and realized he was actually in danger.

Enjolras had never seen Grantaire act so fierce before, holding a knife in his shaking hand, he had become just as scary. "If you hurt him, I'll kill you," Grantaire said in an almost animal-like growl. "Leave him alone."

"You can't kill me with that knife, it's too dull," the man said, sounding confident in himself. With his own life in danger, their mysterious terrorizer became more and more human.

"Watch me," Grantaire responded, digging the knife deeper into the man's skin. Marius, meanwhile, stood in quiet horror. Enjolras could only watch them, feeling stupid.

He decided to walk towards Raoul. The room was dark, but Enjolras had managed to spot Raoul, who was sleeping... or, at least, hopefully sleeping. Not letting his eyes leave Marius and Grantaire, he approached Raoul.

Enjolras put a hand on his forehead and watched as his stomach unsteadily went up and down. He was definitely alive, at least.

"Come on, Raoul, wake up," Enjolras muttered, lightly hitting his friend's face. Still, he didn't stir.

Grantaire and the man went back and forth in a threatening manner. Marius, at the end of the man's noose, stood timidly and listened to the two men go back and forth. Enjolras was impressed with Grantaire and his quick thinking. He didn't think that his best friend had it in him.

"What are you waiting for, Grantaire?" Enjolras called, "Just kill him! Before he gets Marius!"

Grantaire looked at Enjolras sadly, and he realized that his friend was too afraid to kill the man. Grantaire dug the kitchen knife further into the man's neck, his hand shaking wildly. However, the other man did not have the same issue as he quickly was tightening the rope around Marius's neck, who was meanwhile turning a shade of purple.

Unexpectedly, Grantaire had dropped the knife and kicked the man in the back. Shocked, the man let go of the lasso holding Marius, who himself fell over as the rope loosened. He turned a healthy shade of white again. The man was knocked down by Grantaire's blow and fell on the ground. He was completely defeated.

Raoul was just beginning to get up, and opened his eyes wearily.

"Oh God, where am I?" he asked aimlessly, looking at Enjolras.

"I don't even... we're leaving. Can you stand?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

Raoul would never know how relieved his friends were at the sound of his voice. He looked over to Grantaire, who triumphantly had a foot on top of the strange man. Enjolras and Raoul walked over to their two friends and looked down at the squirming man, who was trying desperately to escape Grantaire's grasp.

"What should we do with him?" Marius asked quietly.

"I guess call the police and go from there... Raoul, what happened to you?" Enjolras asked. Raoul opened his mouth to explain, but was stopped by the sound of a big sort of crack in the air, a blast of fire, and a man who had disappeared.

All four were shocked, the man was nowhere to be found. He had completely vanished.

"How did that..." Grantaire trailed off.

"I don't know, I just really want to leave," Marius said, "Let's just get out of here."

With extreme fear, the group of four walked out of the house and back through the lake until they found the familiar opening in the wall, accompanied by a ladder. Every noise made them instantly turn their heads. The threat of the man was almost too much to handle.

Climbing up the ladder, the four were met with the familiar sight of the organ. Breathing a small sigh of relief (yet still terrified of running into the man), they raced back in to the church. Their friends still stood, waiting for them and instantly surrounded them, spitting out questions.

"Let's just get out of this church. We just have to go back somewhere else, I want to leave," Grantaire said, despite putting on the bravest face of them all.

"We'll tell you everything later, let's just leave this church." All of the boys seemed to agree and headed out from the church.

While Grantaire, Enjolras and Marius were practically still shaking from the experience, Raoul was livid with anger. He was no longer scared, he was infuriated.

"He was trying to kill me! He was going to kill me because that man- that thing, that freak!- is in love with Christine!" Raoul shouted, his friends looking on.

"I guess it's going to be war between me and that man, that phantom! I'm going to kill him!"

"But, how?" Marius asked him.

"We'll get him on Christmas," he said, thinking o f Christine, "We won't have to look hard for him."

"How do you know?"

"Because... I know Christine is singing... I don't think he would miss that."

"Oh, that's so creepy," Enjolras muttered.

"Well, we're going to get him," Raoul said, growing angrier each time, "He won't escape. This time, the disaster will be his!"

Hey guys, hope you enjoyed! This is actually one of our last chapters. I'm working on the very last part, but I'm not sure if I want to split it into multiple chapters or just make one big chapter. So, expect the final part soon. I've had a great time writing this, and although it's not over yet, thank you so much to everyone who's read and reviewed! You guys are the BEST!