The wind ceased and Raoul sat back while staring at his reflection in the now silent mirror. There was only one word buzzing around in his ears now. A name. A name that left a cold shiver coursing through his veins.
"Who is this Erik?" he asked himself. The empty mirror left him with no answer.
Deep below, in the total darkness, Christine called out for her angel to save her. She could see nothing but black and the little red light off in the distance. Taking a step forward, she was soon stopped when a cold boney thing reached out and snatched up her wrist. Her mouth was clamped shut by another icey hand. Behind her, a massive shadow formed with a white skull on its shoulders, its one yellow eye piercing the darkness. Christine struggled and fainted away when a hazey red surrounded her vision.
I'm looking forward to redoing this one. ^^
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