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Okay, so for all the chapter titles up until now we have:
1. Listen to the Music, by The Doobie Brothers; awards for guessing correct: none
2. Phantom, by Chicago
3.Tearin Up My Heart, by Nsync
4.Lies by Marina and the Diamonds
5.Beginnings by Chicago
6-8. Songs from the Movie The Phantom of the Opera that are sung in that chapter.
Number of guesses correct for the titles as of August 7, 2013: none. Number of Guesses: one. Wow... Well, I'll give you the list of the next eight during the next chapter to see if anybody guesses before then!
Sarah crouched within the female dressing rooms of the theater section of the school. Nobody dared to go there, not without some idea for a death wish. She knew that since she had gone through the gym they would get confused by the smell, and even more so since she had diverged from her course and splattered her most recent kill's target all over the dumpster, making it look as though it was the killing scene.
She ran into the choir room with Erik following closely behind. She made it to the costume closet of the actresses area and closed the door in the nick of time. there were so many police cars it wasn't funny, and she was honestly scared that she would be arrested after all of this time of being the phantom.
"Well? Where are they, boy?" she heard a policeman ask, and she heard a dog sniffing out the area that the door was in.
"He can't find us," erik murmured almost inaudibly. "I sprayed the smell of blood all inside the room so that only a dog can hear it. also, I have a dog whistle going that they will not enjoy."
Sarah could think of no way to silently thank him that wouldn't arouse the suspicion of the canine, so she settled for taking his hand and squeezing it, trying to look him in the eyes to communicate her message, or try to.
"Thank you," she mouthed, hoping he would see.
"You're welcome," he said so softly that she barely heard him.
They waited in silence as a door was opened and the dogs began sniffing reluctantly around the room. It didn't take long for them to do a sweep of the area, and they completely sniffed the clothes that the two phantoms were literally hiding inside. there was a giant pile on the floor, but the true location was behind a few dresses and large coats that were so long they almost touched the floor. Erik had been forced to crouch just a little to fit, while Sarah was settled easily, if not nervously, in front of him. He had taken the back position with his back to the door. This was because his cape was so dark and blended in so well with the shadows around them, as well as the fact that Sarah could keep an eye out since her mask was darker and black for the occasion.
"Unbeleivable! This thing truly is a phantom!" they heard the cops yell. "The dogs aren't finding heads or tails of this thing! And they've been whining the whole time as we were looking throughout the school!"
"Well, what now?" Andre yelled panicked, and Erik's mind flashed back to the Andre of his time.
"We could always build a new one and destroy this one," Fernard suggested, and Erik felt his blood boil in hate and anger towards the two men that reminded him of the current managers he'd had to put up with. "I've heard stories that a ghost will disappear if their home is destroyed."
"But she's also saved at least nine dozen students from committing suicide, getting raped, or from being abused," they heard another cop say softly. "I think that we should lie low for a while, remind the students of what happened tonight, and just why he was attacked."
"Yes, but where there is a severed head, there is a body somewhere to match it," Andre yelled, his fear and panicking getting out of control.
"For all we know, he tried to get into her lair," Andrew said softly. "Perhaps a simple warning for the students will do. Something must have happened to our poor janitor…"
"Something tells me we'll be getting a letter from the phantom about this massive invasion of privacy tomorrow," Fernard groaned.
"You can count on it," Andrew said firmly. "Right now, I think our best bet is to steer clear and try to appease the phantom's wishes. After all, the phantoms are twelve years old, they won't know the whole truth about right and wrong and how to judge the grey area like we adults are."
"I hate to say this, but he's right," Andre sighed. "Let's go. I apologize, phantom, for invading your… territory, so to speak. The arts wing shall remain your home if you so please. I will try to arrange a new domain in this wing for you, one that is hidden and tucked out of the way."
Sarah wrote down a simple letter to Andre, accepting his offer, and explaining why she had killed the janitor. After all, he had discovered her domain and revealed it to the students that had found it, and she in turn had been forced to kill them – something she made sure to convey – in self-defense. As she finished writing, Erik raised an eyebrow.
"I know, but I can't have my lair discovered," she said softly. "I'll pick a room and we can switch everything over soon. Of course when I say we, I mean me."
Erik stared at her calmly, his cobalt eyes meeting her chocolate brown ones. She gasped, marveling at how much he looked just like the phantom from the 2004 Phantom of the Opera movie written by Andrew Lloyd Webber. His eyes, black hair, mask, outfit, and even his face were exactly the same. His height was a little taller, and he was a little darker-spirited than Gerard Butler's rendition of him, but his spirit was also more child-like and caring, from what she noticed. Her chest tightened, her heartbeat becoming quicker in what she could only assume was fan-girling, or as others like to call it, phan-girling.
"Is something wrong?" he asked softly, and she blinked, swallowed and shook her head. "You're upset because you killed again, aren't you?"
She nodded just barely, tears filling her eyes. She wanted to know what he smelled like, what his heart sounded like, and for the love of music, she would figure it out! He wanted the same things, though he would constantly push these thoughts aside to remind himself that it was Christine that he was in love with.
He flinched when she flung herself at him, crying onto the front of his shirt. He stared, shocked, unable to process what she was doing. Nobody in their entire life had dared to get this close to him, and yet this female version of him was doing just that. He stayed there, crouched until he needed to lower himself to the floor to keep her from falling in a heap.
"Erik," she sobbed, and he felt his chest tighten in shock and confusion. "Erik… please don't go…"
He blinked at this strange girl from the future, the one who was clueless as to what he truly looked like that she would scream if she saw his face. He shook his head, forcing himself not to go on that tangent.
"I'm sorry," she whimpered, "I shouldn't have done that without asking permission. It's just…"
"You needed it," he said simply, his heart deflating with the bitter reminder of why girls hated him.
"Well, I think we both did," she said softly, and he blinked at her. "You've never been hugged by anyone except-!"
"Except who?" he asked, and she shook her head. "Ah, this is in my future then."
"Mm-hm," she said softly nodding. "I'm sorry if I startled you. Thank you for letting me cry on your shirt."
"You wouldn't say that if you saw me," he said softly.
"I already know what's underneath," she said smiling softly. "I'm from your future, remember? There are a lot of different versions of your childhood, but none of them are pretty. There are also a lot of different versions of what you look like, but none of them could be as revolting as you think it is."
He said nothing but instead took off her mask to reveal a face that was so filled with sorrow that it mirrored his own. Her hand went to her mask, but as she did so his own hands went to his and he took his mask off.
*gasps* Erik took his mask off! He took his mask off! He never does that! Oh, wait, he just did... that and she's like him.
Review for guesses, please! I don't make the titles and log them for nothing! Please don't let all my hard work go to waste! It takes me a full hour on some chapter titles!