Let Your Fantasies Unwind

Chapter 29

I rush to the catwalk.

"Wait! Hello? Who are you?"

"No one you need to be concerned about!"

"But where are you going?"

"Away!"

"Are you the Opera Ghost?"

"Were you paying any attention to this evening? The Ghost is obviously male!" I turn back to Meg Giry. She stays on the staircase.

"Then who are you?" she asks slowly.

"Just a girl, that's all."

"You look no older than Christine or me."

"Then you can conclude that I am young. Please, just let me go."

"Can you talk to me again?"

"Very unlikely. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Ginger."

I stop. "Ginger?"

"You seem very nice despite your output, plus your hair is a bit red."

"Meg! Where are you?" Madame Giry's voice floats around.

I take the time to leave quietly. I reach a different rafter and watch the younger Giry look around before going back down. I wait a few minutes before getting back to the catwalk, finding the hidden door, and going back to the hidden world under.

"Megan, is that you?" Erik's voice is soft.

"Who else would it be?"

Footsteps quickly approach me, and arms are wrapped around me.

"What happened?"

"After what?"

"After I went back into the Opera house. I don't remember much."

"You laughed maniacally and cut down the chandelier. It landed on some people."

"Are they alright?"

"One died, an old lady, and the other three are getting checked over." He starts to shake. "Were you in control?"

"Erik wasn't in control. Erik lost control to the monster." He mumbles. "Erik doesn't want to lose control again, and yet, it's slipping again!" his voice rises in pitch a bit. "Please don't let Erik suffer." He cries on my shoulder.

"I'll try my best to."

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"Megan, may I have some help?"

"Of course! What's up?" he enters my room.

It has been three weeks since the chandelier incident.

"Can you sew?" I freeze.

"Yeah. Why?"

"I've got this costume that needs to be made. It's for the Masked Ball the Opera house will have five months from now...plus a week." He walks over to the desk, and I join him. He sets down several pieces of paper, each having a different design on them. "This one will be for the hat, this one will be for the cape, the shoes, pants, etc...."

It's his Red Death costume.

"I only need you to sew the material together. I'll add the sequence and string...and stuff." He smiles a bit.

"Do I have to work furiously over it?"

"Not exactly. I would like the material to be sewn together by next month though."

"Alright. Where are you sewing supplies?"

"Somewhere within this room." He stalks down.

"You're welcome." I mumble.