Chapter 2: The Eye of the Storm
by Myshawolf (myshawolf at yahoo.com)
Myshawolf: (walks out with her arms full of books and papers
to grade) Sorry; things are piling up over here. I have interim reports
to turn in this week. Here is the next chapter. Nightmare will have
some announcements at the end. Enjoy and on with the show!
Chapter 2- The Eye of the Storm.
Erika walked next to Fenwick. She didn't like the decision that he had
made for her. Fenwick quickly treaded through the underworld's tunnels.
Soon they would reach the Opera's stage and he would be on his way to
New London. Her eyes stared ahead in an empty sort of way. Fenwick knew
what her heart was going through. His felt the same way. He gripped
her hand in comfort before he could stop himself. When he realized
what he was doing, he dropped it away.
"I know you want to come with me, mademoiselle, but I promised my
master that I would ensure your safety," Fenwick reminded her.
Erika flashed him a sad smile, "I know. I just hate feeling helpless.
Please, Monsieur Fenwick, if I'm needed in any way at all, call me."
Fenwick reluctantly said, "Until we know what we are dealing with,
you should stay here."
Erika didn't say a word. Instead she opened the door that led to the
stage area. Nadir was patiently waiting. Danesh wasn't too far away, as
well. Nadir bowed to Fenwick. Fenwick looked at Erika questioningly.
"Monsieur Fenwick, this is my best friend, Nadir Khan. He will escort
you to the shuttle station," Erika explained.
Nadir smiled. "I am to make sure that you get on your shuttle without
Fenwick smiled sarcastically at the young Arabian. "I'm sure you can
Nadir smirked slyly. "I hold several black belts in various martial
arts and am a crack shot with both ioniser and gun. I believe I can
sufficiently delay Professor Moriarty if he does show up."
Fenwick was about to say more when Erika interrupted him. "Good luck,
Monsieur Fenwick. Please don't hesitate to call me when I can be of
Fenwick bowed to Erika. "I will, Mademoiselle Phantom."
Fenwick walked after Nadir who led him from the stage area. Danesh
moved to Erika's side and draped an arm over her shoulder. Erika felt
the pain begin to well up again. Danesh hugged her close. Erika felt
comforted, before her strong will stepped in. She moved away. Her eyes
hardened, taking on the light when she became the Phantom. She turned
to Danesh, who stood up straighter.
"I won't stand aside and do nothing," Erika vowed. "Spread the word
through the Underground. The Phantom will pay top dollar to the
informant who can give me the name of the man who met with Moriarty
and prove proof of the meeting."
Danesh nodded. "Right away, little sister. Do you want the company
Erika smiled wickedly. "Only those who want to. The others better keep
an eye out for anything strange. Also there will be more traps set
until this ordeal is over. My lair will be closed off for a while."
Danesh grinned before leaving. "Yes, mademoiselle."
Erika stood on the empty stage. She glared out at the empty theater.
Quietly she moved to the stairs to the roof. She quickly went up until
she walked on to the roof of the Opera House. The sky was ablaze with
colors from the rising sun. Erika glared out over Paris. In her heart
she knew Moriarty and whoever was controlling him was out there. Erika
drew in a deep breath.
Loudly and in the Phantom's voice, she made a declaration of war. "So
it is to be war between us. Take something of mine and a disaster
beyond your imagination will occur."
She turned from the edge of the roof and walked gracefully back to the
door of the Opera House. Her declaration of war resounded through the
city of Paris. The gargoyles of Notre Dame silently pitied the man or
woman who dared cross the Phantom.
Holmes had finished his breakfast when he heard the knocking on his door.
Watson patiently cleared the plates away as Holmes walked over to
answer the door. On the other side of the door, stood an impatient
Fenwick. Holmes smiled at the scowling henchman and stepped aside to
let him in. Fenwick stomped in and stood in the middle of the room.
Holmes shut the door and looked his guest over.
"It seems you had a rough night," Holmes commented.
"That is an understatement," Fenwick muttered and then said much
louder, "To tell you the truth, Monsieur Holmes, I didn't want to come
"Then why did you?"
"She had already called you when I tried to stop her. Mademoiselle
Noir has a lot of trust in you. She thinks you can help," Fenwick
Holmes nodded as he motioned for Fenwick to sit in a red armchair.
Fenwick did so reluctantly. He didn't trust easily, but Moriarty's
life was on the line. In that instance, he would deal with the
devil. Fenwick slumped in his chair and began to tell Holmes
everything that had happened.
Moriarty stumbled backstage. He wasn't sure where he was, only that
the buzzing in his head had stopped. He sat on the ground and tried to
collect his thoughts. Everything was a blank to him.
He closed his eyes, wishing for some clue to what was going on. The
buzzing was very low but it began to grow louder. Moriarty gripped his
head to stop the noise. Suddenly, a beautiful sound flowed into his
ears, soothing away the pain. He looked over to the main stage.
Standing in the middle stood a gorgeous lady. Her curly brown hair was
tied up with a sapphire-colored ribbon. Her eyes were scanning a piece
of sheet music as she softly sang the song.
Moriarty watched her with great admiration and a strange familiarity.
He knew her of that he was certain. She paused in singing as she
concentrated on a tough part. Moriarty growled as the buzzing returned
with a vengeance. He could feel his consciousness slip away as he lost
control. His grey eyes clouded over as his captor approached him.
"Now, now, Professor Moriarty, I can't have you slipping away from me
again. We have work to do." His captor smiled wickedly.
Moriarty felt his soul lift up as a voice sang loudly of her lost
love. His mind struggled against whatever was holding him back. His
captor noticed this and turned up the power on the remote. The man
frowned at what almost broke the control he had over his puppet.
Turning to the stage, he sucked his breath in at the beauty on stage.
The man began to calculate what he must do to get the girl. After a
moment, the man turned away. He had some other business to deal with
"Come, Professor, we have a couple of detectives to take care of." The
man laughed as he moved away.
Moriarty stared at the woman as she gracefully moved around the stage.
He turned away, killing the urge to hold her close to him. He followed
his master quietly.
Erika looked up from her script. For a moment, she'd thought she felt
James's presence. She looked away from the backstage area. She was
worried, that was all. Erika continued to read the musical score.
Lestrade arrived at Baker Street in record time. Holmes had just
called her wristcom with urgent news. Lestrade quickly bounded up the
seventeen steps and knocked on the door. Watson smiled at the
Inspector when he answered.
"Good morning, Inspector Lestrade. Holmes has been expecting you."
Watson moved to the side to let the Inspector in.
"Thank you, Watson." Lestrade grinned as she walked in. Her step was a
little more graceful from her turn at being undercover as a beauty
Holmes looked up from his quiet meditation as Lestrade sank into the
armchair next to him. He admired her for a moment. Fenwick had left a
few minutes beforehand to secure his and Moriarty's dwelling. Holmes
had a feeling whoever was controlling Moriarty might want his secrets as
well. Fenwick concurred and went to set as many traps as possible. As
soon as Lestrade settled herself, Holmes decided to fill her in.
"It seems we have a huge problem," Holmes stated softly. "Someone is
"Any ideas as to whom?" Lestrade asked with concern. Moriarty was a
dangerous criminal when he was in control. He could be much worse if
Holmes closed his eyes. "I have my suspicions as to a few possible
"Not enough information yet?" Lestrade guessed.
"That is correct. Besides we may not even need to worry. Fenwick seems
to think Moriarty is fighting the mind control."
"What makes him say that? Moriarty told him so?"
"No, nothing so obvious. He ordered Fenwick to protect Mademoiselle
Noir from him."
"No, Fenwick made her stay behind in Paris. The last place Moriarty
would look for her. Whoever is controlling Moriarty may have ordered
him to harm anyone who would know immediately."
"Like Erika and Fenwick. I hope Erika is safe."
"Mademoiselle Noir has proven several times that she can protect
herself. Besides, she is hardly alone."
"True. So what do we do now?"
"It's only a matter of time until Moriarty returns to England. For now
we must be alert to anything strange. I have already alerted the
Irregulars and asked them immediately report anything out of the
"Again we are at a dead end."
"So it would seem," Holmes conceded. He cleared his throat before
proposing, "Since our archenemy is running around seemingly out of his
head, I think we should stick together for a while."
"What are you suggesting, Sherlock?" Lestrade asked intrigued.
"I think that you should stay here until we capture the fiend behind
this whole plan."
Lestrade didn't say anything for a moment. She knew Holmes was serious
about this. After all, out of the two of them, Moriarty seemed to hate
her the most. She lived alone while Holmes had Watson to keep him
company. Lestrade could see his point; she was an easy target.
"I agree, Holmes. It would be safer that way."
"Good. Deidre will be over to help you pack a few things you may
"What?! That snoop. You know she'll have it in her head that we are
going to be married."
"Don't let it bother you, Lestrade. I'll have Watson ready the spare
bedroom for your return."
Lestrade sighed as she stood up to leave. "I can't wait until this
whole thing is over with. But something tells me this is only the beginning
of our troubles."
Moriarty walked listlessly through the streets of New London. He
wasn't sure where he was going, but he followed his master. Master was
odd; he keep muttering about nosy detectives who ruin everything.
Moriarty thought that these ramblings were familiar, like something he
talked about once. He closed his eyes; something wasn't right. He knew
His body stopped. Opening his eyes, Moriarty gazed as his master led
him into an old warehouse. Moriarty hardly registered where it was. He
had no need to, since his master was always by his side. His master
motioned to a room off to the side. Moriarty deduced that this was to
be his room. He moved towards it.
"And remember, Professor, you are not to leave this place without my
permission," his master called to him.
Moriarty grunted and walked into the room. There was a cot in the
corner. He laid his great frame down and prepared to sleep. In his
mind, a sweet voice sang to him. Moriarty smiled as the voice sang him
Erika leaned on the edge of the balcony outside her room at Nadir's
apartment. She was staying here until she was needed in New London.
Erika stared at the stars. Her mind traveled back to a year earlier,
when Moriarty joined her on the roof for the first time. He was so
gentle with her that Erika's heart flipped at the thought of that
first kiss. They spent many nights up on the Roof of the Opera House
staring at the stars, sharing kisses.
A smile touched her lips as she thought of those moments. At times
they kept her going, knowing he would be there to catch her if she
fell. They had worked together enough to show that. Erika smiled as
she thought about the Miss New London pageant. Afterward, Moriarty
swore to high heaven that he wouldn't ever do something the honest way
again. Erika could understand his feelings and just let him rant away.
He did the same for her when she was angry during a production. He
would just sit there smiling while she would rant in English, French,
and Italian. When he'd had enough, he would kiss her into silence. Erika
grinned widely; she always enjoyed that part.
A soft beeping noise caught her attention. She turned away from the
balcony and walked back into the living room. Nadir had already
answered it. Erika silently walked into the room. She hugged herself
as Nadir continued to converse with the informant on the other end.
"Thank you for the information, Robespierre. I will make sure the
phantom gets it. Bon soir, my friend." Nadir stated quickly as he
glanced at Erika. After he hung up the phone, Nadir turned to the
young woman who was waiting, "I have a description."
"Well?" Erika demanded.
"Robespierre says that Moriarty met with a young man about thirty years
in age, with black hair that forms a beard and moustache. He had a
British accent and seemed to be quite nice at first, but he is quite
cunning. Robespierre thinks he was someone in the medical profession
since he used the correct terminology when referring to the body,"
"Good. Pass the information along to the detectives." Erika nodded.
"I'll have Leroux check it against the known criminal populace. Then
we have the name of my next victim."
"I would hate to be him when you sink your claws into him," Nadir smirked.
"He will wish he never thought of crawling out from under his rock,"
Erika snorted before sweeping away. Nadir watched her go. Erika was
vicious when she felt helpless. Nadir sighed; she was in love as well,
which already put her emotions in a spin. Nadir punched in the number
for 221b Baker Street.
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