|Learning to Live
Author: just jacs PM
Genius has turned to madness...COMPLETERated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Chapters: 41 - Words: 35,807 - Reviews: 252 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 05-28-06 - Published: 11-22-05 - Status: Complete - id: 2671210
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Chap1 after the show
Hey not really sure where this idea came from but please review give me your thoughts thanks.
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Pain convulsed through his every limb. He lay in a pool of his own blood shivering and shaking with pain. His breaths came in short pain filled gasps. He couldn't turn round not that he wanted to. He could sense them standing over him.
The mob stood over the Opera Ghost, the devils child they were about to lay into him again when they heard footsteps, "lets go he'll die soon anyway, if he's not dead already!" one of them whispered sharply. The mob stared at Erik and began to run for the exits.
Erik heard then leave he let out an agonizing sigh of relief and passed out not hearing the footsteps as someone entered his lair.
Meg walked nervously through the lair she had seen the mob run past her not really paying her much attention. A few moments later she was followed by her mother, "we must hurry," she told her daughter urgently.
"Why you don't think he will have….." she asked fear lacing her voice as she thought of how Christine had been dragged to his lair and how Raoul had followed them.
Mme. Giry took a moment before answering she really didn't know what to expect when they got down there, "I don't know Meg."
Meg bit her lip and quickened her pace so it matched her mother's. Soon they were deep in the lair Meg kept close behind her mother. Finally they reached the heart of the lair. Mme Giry's eyes came into contact with the broken mirrors and the rope that lay by the gates. "Oh Erik," she muttered sadly to herself as she scanned the lair for him, then her eyes caught his mask. Her breath caught at the back of her throat, "pick up his mask Meg," she said very quietly as she walked slightly deeper into the chamber.
"Oh my," she whispered fear filling her body as she saw a long figure lying with an unnatural stillness on the ground ahead. She ran up to the figure and bent down next to them. Very gently she pushed them onto their back. Tears filled her eyes, "Erik," she whispered. He was badly beaten but the thing that most concerned her was the blood that seemed to be running from hi eyes.
She tried not to panic, "Meg, go to the lake and fetch me some water and some towels," she called trying to keep her voice from breaking.
Meg ran towards the lake and filled a bucket that sat not far from it with water. She sat the bucket on the ground while she ran to the couch to scoop up the blankets. She quickly approached her mother with them.
Mme Giry began ripping the sheets and dipping them in the water. She wiped away the blood from his wounds. She was glad to see none of them looked too serious, apart from his eyes. She wasn't able to check the extend of the damage until he came to. The trail of blood from them told her it didn't look good.
Mme Giry didn't want to risk moving him in case she hurt him more. She wrapped blackest around him in attempt to keep him warm. She stroked the side of his face softly, "oh Erik please be okay, don't let this defeat you. You're stronger than this." She urged him.
Erik let out a low moan, "Erik it's okay," she whispered.
Erik felt panic race through his mind. He tried to open his eyes but he couldn't the pain was excruciating. He could sense someone standing over him. He recognised their voice but he struggled to face it. He knew the mob was gone but he still felt a great sense of unease, something wasn't right.
Mme Giry saw his uneasiness, "Erik it's me Mme Giry. It's okay it's over," she soothed gently.
Erik relaxed slightly and tried again to open his eyes but he couldn't everything was dark. He felt Mme Giry wiping at his eyes. She bit her lip when he finally managed to open his eyes. Shards of glass there and his eyes looked vacantly at her. She gently removed the glass from his eyes and wiped away the blood.
When she was finished it suddenly worried her that Erik had said nothing throughout all of this. "Erik?" she asked trying to keep the worry from her voice.
"I….I….can't see," he whispered the fear clear in his voice.
"It's okay Erik. Everything will be fine," she tried to sooth hoping it was true