Poto One-Shots

Twisted Every Way

*Christine's POV*

"Twisted every way," I sing. "What answer can I give? Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live? Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice? Do I become his prey? Do I have any choice? He kills without a thought; he murders all that's good. I know I can't refuse and yet I wish I could. Oh God if I agree; What horrors await for me? Within, the phantom's opera." I'm so scared; I can feel my hands trembling as I'm sitting. Everyone is expecting me to perform this opera. I could die doing this and it seems like no one cares; the only person who hasn't pushed me into doing the opera so far is Raoul, which I appreciate.

"Christine, Christine," I hear Raoul sing softly to me as he takes one of my trembling hands. "Don't think that I don't care, but every hope and every prayer rests on you now."

I feel all my hope of getting out of the performance fade away. How could he do this to me? Suddenly, everyone is surrounding me asking me questions and saying this is our chance to get him. My head is spinning; this is too much. I quickly stand and begin to run. "I can't," I yell as I continue to run. I push open the door and continue running. I hear Raoul call my name, but I don't look back. I decide to go to the only place I can think of, the roof.

I race up the stairs and walk out onto the roof. This is the place Raoul proposed to me. In that moment, I felt like the happiest person alive, but now, I'm wondering if I made the right choice, accepting his proposal. I feel like I made that decision because I was scared and felt like he would protect me. But after what just happened, it seems like he will do anything to get what he wants, even if that means putting me in danger. I sigh before walking over to one of the many dark gray statues. I sit down and lean my head against it.

I needed to get away from everyone. They expect me to risk my life just to catch him. They can get anyone else to do it; why me? I pull my knees up to my chest and put my head on my knees, wrapping my arms around my knees. Everyone is counting on me to do this, but I don't know if I can betray him. He was the one who inspired me to sing and he trained my voice to what it is today. I can't just betray the one who has done so much for me; I'm not doing it.

I suddenly sense a presence next to me. "I don't want to talk to you right now, Raoul," I say, not lifting my head.

"I'm not Raoul," a familiar voice says. I feel my body stiffen. I know that voice almost as good as my own; it's the phantom.

I lift my head and look up at him. He's wearing his usual outfit, a white shirt with black pants, shoes, hat, and cape, and his white mask covering his deformity. I have seen his deformity once; his reaction when I saw his deformity was what scared me, not the deformity.

"I don't want to talk to you right now either," I say. "This is all your fault."

I see something flash in his eyes, anger. "How is this my fault," He snaps.

"Did you really just ask that question," I ask, not believing what I just heard. I stand up and dust the back of my dress off. "You and your opera are the reasons why I'm up here. Everyone is expecting me to do this just to catch you! So now I have to decide to either do the opera meaning that they catch you and I betray you or I don't do it and everyone will hate me and my singing career will end! So yes, this is all your fault!"

By the end, I see his eyes full of shock. He opens his mouth to say something, but he closes it, as if he wants to rethink what he wanted to say. I shake my head and begin to walk away. "You're right," I hear him say, causing me to stop.

I slowly turn back around and see him looking straight at me. He looks......sad. I feel my guilt rise up in me as a sudden realization hits me, this opera is his dream. He wants his opera performed more than anything; that's his dream. My dream was to become a singer and he helped me. How can I let his dream not come true when he has helped mine come true?

"I'll do it," I say.

"Do what," he says, confused.

"Your opera," I say with a very small smile. "I'll perform your opera."

Although he won't admit it, I see a small smile spread across his face.

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Hey guys. This is a long author's note, just letting you know ahead of time. I'm soooooooo sorry I haven't updated my one-shots in forever. I got my new phone Sunday, I have been moving this past weekend, and my new house doesn't have internet yet. :( But I hoped you enjoyed this one-shot. Also, if you want to ask me a question, you can ask it in my Ask Phantom-Lover2000 book. And finally, thank you all who have been reading all my one-shots, I am very thankful and happy that people are actually reading them. So thank you :)