Mr. Erik Destler (A Phantom Of The Opera Phanphic)

Chapter 18

I do not own Phantom of the Opera, unfortunately. To the people who make this story possible... the show must go on! Also, I know I should be writing paragraph and not just one lond BLOB, but, my phone and my laptop are way too difficult. Sorry.

No-one

The bell rang out in the school and Elyza still lay on the floor, outside of the art classroom. She was unconscious, broken, bruised. Students and teachers gathered around her limp body; but Erik was too afraid of what he might see, so, he was hestant, like any person should be. "Elyza...", he muttered. His voice was swept away by the chatter outside his door and not one heard him. Erik mustered up the little strength he had and dragged himself outside. He pushed everyone aside and kneeled beside Elyza. Her skin was more pale than ever, her arm was bent in the most odd and uncomfortable way he had ever seen, and her eyes were wide-open and glassy, staring into nothingness. Erik was angry, very angry. He had finally found love, he thought. Erik called her a few times, but heard nothing in return. God and the world wanted to be cruel to him. He was not going to let the person who did this get away with it. Christine, he thought. Christine did this... Erik knew he was prohibited to do anything to her, but he would find a way to make Christine feel the pain that she made Elyza felt. In fact, as he looked up from the angelic form beside him, he saw a blond-haired girl walk away from the scene with a brown-haired girl. A wicked smirk slid onto his face. He stroked Elyza's dark hair before rising, and he slowly approached the both of them. "Meg, Christine. You will come with me please..."