Act Four
|| Christine Daae ||
"She looks for sympathy
I give her sorrow
She asks for honesty
I've none to borrow
She needs my tender kiss
She begs it off me
I give her ugliness
Why does she love me?
She yearns for higher things
Things I can't give her
The rush that music brings
I can't deliver
And even when she sings
And soars above me
I try to clip her wings
Why does she love me?
One more drink, sir
That's what I need
Don't you think, sir?
Leave the hurt behind
Do you hear me?
Another drink
She wants the man I was
Husband and father
At least, she thinks she does
She needn't bother
Beneath this mask I wear
There's nothing of me
Just horror, shame, despair
Why does she love me?
How 'bout you, sir?
Tell me what am I to do, sir?
Leave the hurt behind..."
Raoul sang with so much passion, it hurt a little to watch.
The King's note still replayed in my mind.
My children were gone.
Erik was onstage.
I was gong to be--
"Miss Giry, I'm not afraid of him, I've bested him before
And if he ever had the courage to meet me face to face, man to man
No, no, it can't be
Not afraid of me, you say
Stay back or I'll kill you, I promise you
Of course, as you say, you've beaten me before
But that was a long time ago, Vicomte
And we were playing a different game
Look at you, deep in debt
Stinking drunk, pitiful
Shall we two make a bet?
Devil take the hindmost
Look at you, foul as sin
Hideous, horrible
Call the stakes, deal me in
Devil take the hindmost
Our Christine shall choose tonight
Let her choose
You think you have the odds
Our old game
You think you're in control
It's been changed
You think you've fixed the dice
Every throw
Well, I will gladly roll
Riskier
I'll bet against the house
All the rules
I'll even double down
Rearranged
Fate has redesigned most
Fortune's on my side
I won her long ago
Cut the deck
I won her from you then
Let us play
I beat you even now
You and I
I'll win her back again
Once again
In the end
And when the game is done
Either way
Devil take the hindmost
I thought of Erik...How was I going to tell him?
He had brought in a doctor for me...
How was I going to tell him...
I was...
|| 3rd Person ||
"Christine, Christine, Always CHRISTINE!"
Christine fell back, faking her death. Erik screamed and everyone left the stage.
"Come closer, I beg you."
Erik leaned into her, acting upset.
"Closer still."
His ear was right next to her mouth.
"Remember, love never dies...
Kiss me one last time."
Christine kissed him with everything in her, knowing fully that when this was over, nothing was ever going to be the same....ever.
"I love you," she whispered.
She then "died."
The play ended.
Christine ran to her dressing room, sprawling out a note for Erik.
She only got 7 words on the page before the King came in, accompanied by Landon.
"Too late, my dear."
Erik Destler
Everyone decided that we didn't want to do a curtain call, so I went to Christine's dressing room.
She wasn't here, and neither was the King. Or that idiot Landon.
There was a note.
She had been kidnapped.
Christine had been kidnapped by the King of Persia, and the Stupid American.
I grabbed the note and read the simple words.
Erik-
I love you. I'm pregnant.
-Christin
She never finished her signature.
TO BE CONTINUED
