A Song In The Dark

Denis

The Paris streets were already in a bustle the shops were opening and people stood in line for the bakeries. Vendors stood at the street corners advertising there merchandise. "Ada!" She heard her brother shout from behind her. "Where the hell have you been!" Ada froze closing her eyes the tears of being thrown out by Erik still were falling. She turned to look at her brother, her eyes red and her cheeks tear stained she could still smell the wax in his home. "I just went for a walk."
Her brother looked inconvenienced he crossed his arms and glared at her with his deep blue eyes. "You were gone before I got up."
Ada chewed her lip "I'm sorry Denis."

Her brother closed his eyes, "I worry about you this is no place to be roaming during the night."
Ada nodded "I'm safe I won't get hurt." Denis still looked unsure but he but he nodded and lead her home. "I won't tell father, just please don't go out at night."

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Ada waited in her room for the remaining of the morning and into the afternoon she couldn't stand it any longer. She swung her legs over her bed and jumped up and trotted down her stairs. She had to apologize to Erik she had left him on such a bad term.

She snuck past her brother who was reading a book in the parlor. Ada wondered about Erik's nightmare and what it could have been, his eyes seemed so distant from her so full of pain and rejection. She checked that no one was watching and trotted up the stairs of the opera house. "Erik?" She called to him walking up to Box 5. "Erik, I'm sorry." She knocked in the door of the box.

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Erik was alone once again, he had let the monster that lived within overtake his senses. The same monster that scared away Christine and took away any chance of his happiness. He sat alone his body screamed for morphine but he couldn't even find the will to get up and take it.

"Erik!" He heard a faint call he didn't even recognize the name no one called him by it they called him other things, demon, monster, freak. Even Christine didn't call him by his name.

"Erik, I'm sorry." He heard again. Ada, she came back! He lept up and ran up the stairs he pulled the lever and ran through the wall she squeaked in surprise from Ada.

"Ada! Run!" A third voice cried Erik whipped his head spotting a young man holding a revolver in his hand. He shot a glance at Ada. Had she turned him in? Before he could jump out of the way a BANG sounded through the abandoned opera house! Ada screamed at the man as he crumpled to the stone floor.

Ada quickly rushed to his side, "Erik!" She cried patting the uncovered side of his face. "Denis! You killed him!" She screamed tears overflowing from her eyes. "You know him?" Her brother shuttered falling to Eric's side pressing his ear to his chest. "He's still alive, barely." Dennis unbuttoned Eriks suit coat, vest and blood stained shirt. "The bullet is lodged in his chest." Ada looked up towards the doorway that was still open "his home is down there." She cried. Her brother nodded and picked up the unconscious opera ghosts thin frame. And carried him down the hall.

"The boat is there." Ada pointed still crying, he couldn't die not now, not like this.
Ada held Eriks head in her lap, "you'll be ok." She kept telling him between prayers that she wasn't lying. Eriks breathing was nothing but short rapid agonizing breaths.

Denis brought Erik to the swan bed and began working. Slowly he peeled off Eric's shirt, Ada gasped, across his chest and down his back were lumpy curl scars crisscrossing his body. Ada didn't know what made her more sick, the blood or the scars. "Heat up some water and find a sharp knife and if he has any liquor around." Denis ordered while inspecting the wound.

Ada rushed around the house grabbing various things. And gave them to her brother, "please, save him." she pleaded tears flooding down her face dripping onto her dress. Denis' hands were shaking as he washed Erik's injury. "I... I shot him." His face was white.
Ada placed her hand on her brothers shoulder, "You had no idea."

"The bullit collapsed his left lung and is lodged in his shoulder." Denis explained, "Give me the knife." Ada's face was white as she handed it to him. Erik shook his head moaning in pain, sweat dripping on his forehead, "Mhh... Mor." he mumbled. Ada placed a damp rag on the visible side of his face, "Erik stay still."
"Drawer, Kitchen." he whispered. Ada glanced at her brother who just nodded, "Go see what it is." he instructed beginning to stitch up the injury.

Ada ran to the kitchen opening the drawer, she grabbed the box full of injections. Denis opened the box and looked at Erik who was lying in the bed fighting for each breath. "P.. Please." Erik moned.

"He's an addict."

"He's in pain Denis."

"And he needs help not drugs." Denis explained finishing wrapping up the bullet hole.

"You didn't get the bullet out."

Denis closed his eyes "I couldn't, now come lets let him rest." Ada nodded glancing at Erik then turning to leave the room with her brother.
"Really? The phantom of the opera?" Denis spit once they left the room.
Ada nodded "Its a long story but he needs me, he is broken and alone."

"Ada! He is a killer, and a kidnaper who knows what he will do!"

"No your wrong!"

"He tried to drown the Viscount, and a Persian man, he kidnaped Christine Daae, and killed a stagehand and Piangi. Ada he is dangerous!"

Ada closed her eyes tears streaming down her cheeks. "I know but, but, his eyes theres so much need."
"His eyes?" Denis growled his brow furrowing.

"He has lived under here for 12 years, no one to be with him. He needs me."

Denis walked about the room rummaging through his music scores, "These are amazing!" Denis pressed a few keys on the organ. He left the piano and looked through the books that lined the walls ranging from every subject.

"You can't turn him in." Ada pleaded with her brother as she watched him walk about the flat.
Denis pulled out a book shaking his head, "No, I'll help you help him, but if he breaks I will take him."
"Fare enough."