Little Phantom on Adventure

Oh My God....

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"How do you know my dads name?...." I trailed off as I saw her.

She looked like me.

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She really looked like me, older of course, but.. She was like my döppleganger.

"Emma." She said. "Is that her? Is it you Emma?" She asked.

Enjolras and Eponine suddenly lost their overnatural glow they had when they entered the opera house.

"Eponine.. We're alive again!"

"OMG! EMMA!" Eponine screeched as soon as Enjolras had uttered the word 'again'

I raced to my best friend, engulfing her in one of the biggest hugs ever!

"Oh Eponine!" I sobed into her shoulder, I could feel that she was doing the exact same thing. "How can you even be alive?" I pulled away, wiping my salty tears from my wet face. Eponine chuckeled. "You most amazing boyfriend Enjolras over there, made a deal with death himself! He agreed to let me and him revive again, in change, he wanted us to reunite us with your mother, so that monsieur de Chagny, would die of heart sore."- she was interruted by the woman -My mother- who let out a scream. "WHAT?!" Eponine, Enjolras and me, turned to her, to see what was wrong. "Dead?! Is Raoul dead?! Where you two ghosts?!" Enjolras looked down towards the floor, his curly brown hair, falling in front of his beautiful eyes. 

"Yes, we were ghosts... And, we don't really know if he's dead... Yet."

My mother looked heartbroken. A little boy then entered, "Mother? I heard you scream? Is everything all right?" God.. That boy reminded me of Gavroche... Maybe a bit more sophisticated, but I didn't take that into account right then. I was shocked, the boy had called her mother. 

He was my brother.

"Yes Gustave. Everything is all right. Or it was." She said. Or it was? What was that supposed to mean? I looked towards my mother and felt betrayal. How dare she come and invade my life after fifteen years?! Enjolras felt me tense up and he took my hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it, in circular movements. Eponine let go of me, this led to Enjolras pulling me into his embrace. I cuddled into his warmth, how had he remained so warm, even after being a ghost?

a low growl came from behind me, I turned around, only to see my father standing nearby.

"Emma. Come over here. It was a mistake bringing you up here." He growled, his glance moving from me, onto Enjolras, who instantly pulled me closer, as if that was even possible, then onto Eponine, who started fiddeling with a snip of her dress. His eyes then landed onto Christine, whoms hands, took hold of Gustave's shoulders. 

"Christine..." His voice was a mixture of sadness and suspition.

Christine looked dad in the eye, her gaze then fixed on his hands, probably to see if he was holding a punjab or something. "My Christine." Dad said. I then knew that the scene soon to come wasn't worth watching, my eyes wandered over to the Opera house's entrance, maybe I could sneak out without anyone noticing. I then remembered that Enjolras had me in his arms, and that if I moved from him dad would notice, all I could do was close my eyes, and hope that the scene soon would be over.

I did just that.

In a flash, I could feel myself being teared away from Enjolras' embrace, only for my arm to be imprisoned by a certain gloved hand.

I opened my eyes, only to see Enjolras, Eponine, Gustave and Christines horrid expressions.

As guessed, my father had taken hold of me.

"Come along Monsieurs, Madame, Mademoiselle." after a while we were on our way to the lair, everyone each in their own thoughts.

when we reached the lake dad saw the problem. The gondola didn't have space for more than two people, one standing one sitting.

oops. 

Dad growled, clearly irritated that he now needed to figure out how to get everyone over. I knew that dad would never want to figure it out himself so I did him the pleasure asking. "Enjolras? You know how to steer a boat?" Dad groaned. "No. No. No. Even if he knows, then no!" Enjolras laughed halfheartedly "I don't know how to steer a boat Emma... Sorry." He said. Christine looked like she had something on heart so I turned to her. "Christine, the evening you and Raoul escaped my dad"-At this he let out at yelp... Poor dad. "Raoul was hurt can couldn't steer, right?" Christine nodded. "Then Christine knows how to row.. Sorry dad." I said, looking at dads hurt expression behind his white half-mask, I had learned how to see what he was feeling, even if his mask covered the most of his face.

"So... That leaves Gustave, Enjolras and Eponine, who can't steer a boat." 

Dad looked straight at me. "You don't know how to row either." He just stated, I started laughing. "Dad.... I kinda escaped the lair on that boat!" I dreamed back to that day when I escaped. 

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"EMMA! COME BACK HERE!" He shouted.

"And if I don't? What will you then do? Sing Angel of Music?!"

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Good times. Dad looked irritated. 

"Gustave sits on Eponines lap, Christine rows. I row you over Emma, and you young man."-He turned to Enjolras- "Can show that you are a true man by swimming over."

Enjolras looked irritated down at his precious red jacket, then handing it to me. "My lovely jacket cannot be destroyed!" He said pushing off his shoes, jumping into the water. Erik handed Christine the Oar, while I helped Eponine and Gustave into the boat. I could see Enjolras sitting on the other side, shivering. "Enjolras! Swim over here with the boat and oar, then swim back again!" Dad shouted, forcing Enjolras to jump into the water again. When he reached our side I gave him a pityful look before he raced back to Eponine, Christine and Gustave. Dad ushered me into the boat with a gentle hand. He then took the oar, stepping into the boat. I could feel his legs and leaned against them, taking a break.

When we arrived on the other side, I could feel dad picking me up. He carried me into my bedroom, pulling the sheets over me.

"It's been an exhausting day for you Mon Ange, sleep well." I could'nt hear him walking out of the room, but I know he had gone.