Chapter Nineteen: The Death of a Nightingale
Past the point
of no return -
no going back now:
Phillipe smiled at the damaged he has caused and picked up another branch he could throw in the house. He found an adequate one and once again tore a strip of clothing off his poor rags. Remembering his other flask of alcohol in his sock he bent down and grabbed it. This time he aimed for the Vicomtess's room. He was successful for he heard the terrified screams of the rich wanton upstairs, or so he liked to call her. He watched as the flames rose higher in a most consuming rate. By this time he was really getting into it, remembering his promises to his dead brother.
"This is for Pierre! This is for Aimee! AND THIS IS FOR BOGART!!!!!!" He said throwing a branch in for every name and heard the screams of the help and infant.
Suddenly, as though he woke from a nightmare, Phillipe's face paled. He had forgotten about a child being involved. Yes it was true he had remembered, but now he also recalled why he was doing this. He was doing this for the children, because children were innocent, they should never be exploited too early to the realities of life. Now he was trying to murder one of these babes's he so passionately was fighting for.
Dropping his flask he began to stumble/run away from the monstrous creation he was the artist of. He didn't need to look back to see how the de Chagny estate lit up the night sky, he could feel it's heat already.
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the bridge
is crossed, so stand
and watch it burn . . .
Erik ran as fast as he could from his home towards the cries that rang from the estate a kilometre below. His heart ached as he heard more glass crunch and Danielle begin her wails as well.
When he finally was in sight of the home, he felt like throwing up, He couldn't remember a time when he was more helpless or paralysed from fear.
He looked left and saw a man staggering away and quickly had to make a choice, to catch the bastard capable of this heinous crime, or try to save Christine and Danielle.
He watched as Michelle came running frantically towards him.
"Monsieur! Monsieur! It happened all so sudden, Mme is missing and I cannot find Charlotte. the stairs are on fire, ON FIRE MONSIEUR! I cannot climb them, and the baby, she wont stop her cries!" She was sobbing almost falling over as she cried to him. Slowly he propped her up. He couldn't think, he didn't have time, so he let his body guide his actions as he ran towards the flaming home.
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You have brought me
to that moment
where words run dry,
to that moment
where speech
disappears
into silence,
silence . .
Christine had heard the glass break below in the house and lay still in her bed in fear. Was someone trying to break into their home? What was she to do? if it was a robber she was sure that Erik had heard the deafening crash and would be to her rescue any moment, all she had to do was lay still...
Lay still and wait...
After what felt like hours later another explosion of glass rang in the air, this time to close for comfort.
She didn't even realize she had been screaming until she took a sharp intake of breath and ripped the duvet off her body.
Smoke was filling the room and Christine was confused. Where was it coming from? what was going on? where was Erik? What are you going to do the child inside her was screaming. Curl up in the corner and wait for Erik to save you, to protect you, to take care of you, the scared voice kept telling her.
Before she could listen and succumb to the small cry she heard a more important one. The screams of Danielle woke her from her selfish confusion. Her motherly instincts began to function once more, and she remembered what was going on. The room was on fire, all the rooms where most likely on fire at this point, and if anyone was going to save her, it had to be herself, she had to save Dani right now. She had to get her out of this death trap.
"Hold on baby, I'm coming!" Christine yelled towards the child's nursery and began to swiftly walk out of her room.
As she got to the door, out of nowhere, a large wooden beam fell on her crushing her under its extreme weight.
to that moment
where words run dry,
to that moment
where speech
disappears
into silence,
silence . .
Lay still and wait...
After what felt like hours later another explosion of glass rang in the air, this time to close for comfort.
She didn't even realize she had been screaming until she took a sharp intake of breath and ripped the duvet off her body.
Smoke was filling the room and Christine was confused. Where was it coming from? what was going on? where was Erik? What are you going to do the child inside her was screaming. Curl up in the corner and wait for Erik to save you, to protect you, to take care of you, the scared voice kept telling her.
Before she could listen and succumb to the small cry she heard a more important one. The screams of Danielle woke her from her selfish confusion. Her motherly instincts began to function once more, and she remembered what was going on. The room was on fire, all the rooms where most likely on fire at this point, and if anyone was going to save her, it had to be herself, she had to save Dani right now. She had to get her out of this death trap.
"Hold on baby, I'm coming!" Christine yelled towards the child's nursery and began to swiftly walk out of her room.
As she got to the door, out of nowhere, a large wooden beam fell on her crushing her under its extreme weight.