House Arrest [phantom of the opera fic]

CHAPTER THREE

(Eriks POV)

"Why did you bring me here?" I tried to stay calm, but my fear was starting to take over, and I couldn't handle being trapped in one room, especially being chained again... never again... I promised myself I would never be trapped by another human being ever again.

"Christine wouldn't let them kill you."

"Are the Managers pressing charges against me?"

"They did. Your case has already been reviewed."

"So, you saved my life just so I can be executed for murder?"

There was a pause. A long pause. I wouldn't mind dying... Christine loved the Vicomte, not me. And I was trapped in a room. Chained to a bed. The Vicomte broke the silence, "You have been found innocent on account of insanity." He handed me a little slip of paper; I snatched it from him and opened it. A restraining order. I looked up at him, "What's this?" The Vicomte smirked, "You'll never see your precious opera house ever again."
My eyes got huge, "You can't do that! The opera is my home; where will i go?"

"I don't care where you go. Although, I would prefer a mad house."

"What's to stop me from sneaking in?"

"I know where your lair is!"

"No you dont."

The Vicomte looked proud of himself, "Ah, but I do! One moment, I shall prove it!"

He turned his back on me and strolled out of the room, before coming back with a wicker pet carrier. He set it on the bed rather unceremoniously, "Your cat, I presume."
I snatched the cat carrier from where he had set it. Peering inside, I could see my sweet little Ayesha, thankfully alive and seemingly unharmed, but scared out of her mind. I pulled her out carefully and held her in my arms. Suddenly, The Vicomtes hand was squeezing my shoulder, "I recommend you check yourself into a mad house when you're healed." He gave me a little shove, one that could be considered playful in a different context, and turned in his heel, walking to the door. Just before he keft he saw me eyeing the curtains, still held shut with safety pins.

"The pins were Christine's suggestion. She said the light would bit her you... if you manage to get them open, what lies beyond was my idea; a comforting sight from your past I'm sure" with that, the Vicomte finally left the room, locking the door behind him.

I set my sweet little Ayesha down on the bed beside me, and pulled back the plush blankets. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and stood up. The wound in my side screamed, but I needed to know what he meant by a "comforting sight from my past"... using every peice of furniture and inch of wall availible, I made my way to the window; luckily the chain was just long enough to reach. I started to undo each safety pin one by one untill I could open the curtains...The light blinded me momentarily. When my vision cleared I saw a lovely bay window infront of me, but one thing made it not so lovely. The sight from my past

Bars over the window.

My knees almost gave out from under me... I was back to where I started. A cage. But this time, my cage was gilded.