Chapter 14: He Had It Coming
by Myshawolf (myshawolf at yahoo.com)
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This chapter will be short due to the kidnapping of
Myshawolf in response to her birthday being October 25th. We
should hopefully have her back in time to post the next chapter
if Present doesn't get us lost again. We suggest you enjoy and
remember that Nightmare is in charge while Mysha is away. Thank
you and live it up!
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Nightmare: (walks in) No one is here, huh? I guess I'll see what
Jaka and Monty are doing and met Haldir. On with the show.
Chapter 14- He had it coming!
Slowly, the sounds of muffled voices reached Sherlock's ears.
It started as a low buzz and gradually grew louder; Sherlock's mind
began to play over the events before his world became black. Erika had
knocked out the Count and then them. Sherlock was certain that she
wasn't going to harm them. Or at least he was until he saw Moriarty
walk through the door. If Erika had teamed up with Moriarty, why
weren't they dead? At least Sherlock thought he wasn't dead yet.
There was only one way to find out. Sherlock gritted his teeth and opened
Moriarty stood in front of the mirror. While his eyes gazed at his
reflection, they were trying to see beyond it down the tunnel to the
Phantom's lair. At his feet was the lilac point cat Erika called
Ayesha. She watched him with a worried look.
Moriarty ignored the cat as he waited. Erika was down there, possibly
dying slowly, and he couldn't help her. When he'd entered the room, he
was expecting to see Erika and the Phantom with the Count begging for
mercy. What he really saw surprised him.
He could hear voices arguing when he'd stepped out of the secret
passageway into a beautifully decorated bedroom. The bed was covered
with satin sheets in red and black. He noticed the Victorian design of
the room, right down to the vanity and chairs. Moriarty was reminded of
the various female dwellings he used to visit in his day and realized
that this was Erika's room.
His heart stopped when he saw a pool of blood and Erika's costume
off to the side. His eyes noticed the bloody handprint by an open closet.
Apparently Erika had changed her clothes after being possibly shot
again. Moriarty turned to the open door. Erika's voice floated to him
as she argued with Sherlock about what to do with the Count. He walked
to the door.
"But I can do it better if you aren't here," Erika said gently,
and then he heard glass shatter. Moriarty walked to the door and watched
as Sherlock and Lestrade collapse in a cloud of white smoke. Sherlock
and he locked eyes as the detective passed out. He looked over to see
Erika collapse against a piano in pain. Ayesha jumped to her owner's
"I have to get them out of here, Ayesha," Erika groaned as she
tried to stand up. "Get Nadir, he can take them to the surface."
Moriarty watched as she began to cough in obvious pain. He was
at her side in an instant, holding her up. Erika looked at him over her
shoulder in surprise.
"Professor? How did you get here?" Erika questioned.
"I followed your trail of blood. You need a doctor. Where is
the Phantom?" Moriarty said firmly.
Erika smiled at him softly as she turned to him. "You are
looking at her. Disappointed?"
"I'd be lying if I said yes. In fact, this clears up several
inner conflicts that I have been having." Moriarty smiled brightly
as he pulled her close. "I'm taking you to a doctor."
"No. I have to finish this," Erika remarked as she pulled away
and leaned against the piano. "I have to stop all of this insanity."
Moriarty watched her in silence. He noticed she had a few more
wounds than he'd remembered. Around her neck hung the gold ring on a
chain; it winked at him. Moriarty remembered the old accounts of the
Phantom giving a plain gold band to his students to claim them as his.
Moriarty reached for it. It was possibly her father's, given to her as
he was dying in her arms. A deathbed promise to be the Phantom.
Moriarty dropped the ring and brushed her cheek. It was cold to
his touch. Erika closed her eyes at the touch. A single tear rolled
down her cheek and onto his hand. Moriarty pulled away. She would be
the Phantom first, which was her destiny.
"Please, Professor, could you take them to the surface and to
safety? I can't do it. I'm too weak to," Erika asked.
Moriarty looked at her. It was on the tip of his tongue to
demand her allegiance in return, but she looked so fragile. Instead he
said, "I will. I give my word as a gentleman."
Erika smiled, "Thank you. Ayesha will show you a safe way
Moriarty snapped out of his trance at Ayesha mewing. That was
only an hour ago. Now he stood and waited for Erika to return or
Holmes to wake up, whichever happened first on this long night.
Moriarty sighed and turned around to see Holmes watching him
curiously. Moriarty sighed as he turned fully around to face his
"I promised her I wouldn't harm you or the Inspector," Moriarty
"Where is she?" Holmes asked as he sat up a little straighter,
still alert for any danger.
"Down there with him," Moriarty answered as he turned towards
the mirror. Holmes noticed that for once his nemesis was worried.
Moriarty stared at the mirror, not seeing his reflection. "She is
Holmes nodded as he observed Moriarty. "I know. Why did you
bring us up?"
"She asked me to. I couldn't refuse her. She doesn't want anyone
around while she deals with the Count de Chagny," Moriarty informed
"What is she going to do?"
"Kill him, perhaps -- but I doubt it. She isn't a murderer,
Holmes. I hope she succeeds in whatever she does." Moriarty grinned
sadly. "I have been debating going down and helping her."
"She won't be there. Not that everyone knows how to get there,"
Holmes pointed out.
"I know. For now I suggest we call a truce," Moriarty
suggested, "Until we know what's happened to them."
Holmes nodded, then felt someone move next to him. He looked
over at a sleeping Lestrade. Holmes admired her for a moment. Gently
he brushed a strand of loose hair from her face. Sherlock glanced
behind him to see Moriarty standing near the mirror.
Sherlock understood what his archenemy was feeling. It was
hard to watch as someone whom you respected put themself at risk.
When the Count threatened Lestrade, Holmes was never more scared or
angry at anything in his life. Holmes gently brushed her cheek before
leaving the cot they laid on. Holmes stretched his back as he stood up.
Moriarty had turned around to say something when an inhuman cry ripped
through the Opera House. Both men paled before leaving the dressing room.
Lestrade's eyes fluttered open. She looked around to find
herself in Erika's dressing room. How did she get here? She swung her
legs over the side of the bed to see Ayesha blink up at her. Lestrade
smiled. Erika hadn't harmed them. She knew Erika wouldn't do it. The
smile faded when Lestrade thought about the Count. What of him?
Suddenly Lestrade noticed the mirror. A ripple passed over the
glass. Lestrade blinked in shock. Glass didn't ripple. The mirror took
on a liquid quality. Lestrade stood up and waited for her visitor to
Nadir stepped through carrying a pale and unconscious Erika.
Lestrade's heart stopped at the deathly pallor to Erika's olive skin.
Nadir stared at Lestrade in surprise, than smiled. He walked towards
"At least it's you, Inspector, and not the Professor. I would
have had a fight on my hands then," Nadir said with relief.
"You mean Moriarty?" Lestrade asked.
"Oui. Erika told me he brought you and Monsieur Holmes
up here to safety. She told me he was stubborn about leaving her down
"No. She has lost a lot of blood. I must hurry to save her, if
I can." Nadir frowned.
"And the Count?"
"I think you should head to the stage area for that answer.
Lestrade headed for the open door. She took a quick look back
at the two best friends before running to the stage area.
Nadir smiled after the running lady. Oh yeah, the Inspector was a
lot like Erika. He continued on his way.
Lestrade heard shouting when she reached the edge of the stage.
She spotted Holmes standing with -- Moriarty?! What was going on?
Moriarty wore an amused expression as he commented to Holmes. Lestrade
pulled out her ioniser and tried to sneak up. Moriarty spotted her and
commented to Holmes, "Your zealot wakes."
Holmes turned and beckoned Lestrade to them. "We have a truce
for now, my dear Lestrade. Come and see what Erika did."
Lestrade stepped forward to see the Count running from an
invisible enemy. His brown eyes were wide with a deep fear as he
screamed at his foes to get away. Finally he curled himself up and
began to babble to himself. Lestrade spotted her uncle command a team
to capture him. Lestrade stepped forward to help. The Count saw her
and shouted loudly.
"The Phantom! He sent you, didn't he? To take me to my grave? He
would send a vile woman to bring to him. I killed all his other
pawns. His wife was my greatest victim, you know. I slowly poisoned her.
He tried to save her. Him and his bastard daughter. I tried ruining her.
The little bitch fought back. Nearly killed me, so I shot her and the
Phantom. But he came back. He always comes back. So I killed the
little singer to get rid of him. It didn't work; he kept coming back.
He always comes back," the Count rambled, as he stared at Lestrade with
hollow, empty brown eyes.
Lestrade stepped back. Holmes put his arms around her to
protect her from the Count's madness. The Count noticed this and
jumped up; his voice got higher as he talked.
"Just like all the bitches that fall for the Phantom. They
are corrupted and tainted. I had to kill them to purge Paris of their
filth. Christine Daae started it all. She could have loved the Count
but chose the devil, even after Philippe killed her husband. She
spurned him and the de Chagny name. He tried to love her, tried to
show her. Yet she still followed his evil tune and gave herself to
him. Gave her soul and blood to him. She had to pay. They all must
pay," the Count shrieked at Lestrade and Holmes.
Holmes noticed that several of the company watched in horror at
the confession of a madman. He glanced at Moriarty to see suppressed
rage in his eyes. The Count had tried to ruin Erika. Granted, he
failed, but Moriarty didn't care. Holmes knew in that instant that
Moriarty loved Erika Noir just as much as he loved the Inspector.
He felt someone brush up next to him and saw Frany and
Krissi with a net. They looked at the two detectives.
Frany spoke up first. "Monsieur Holmes, we are going to help
subdue him. Will you help us? We need someone to distract him."
Holmes smiled as he formed an idea. "Of course. But be careful.
I may make him angrier."
"We can take him, Monsieur Holmes. Have no fear."
Holmes nodded and took a step towards the Count with Lestrade
by his side. His blue eyes bore into the Count's face, holding the
madman's attention. Holmes began to talk as the police and the company
started to sneak up on the Count. Moriarty stood to the side, ready to
jump in if he were needed. The Count stared at Holmes, captivated, as
Holmes began to piece together the past. He didn't react when ten
people dogpiled on top of him. Holmes stopped talking; then Ayesha
scampered across the stage and leapt on top. Holmes turned to Lestrade
when he noticed her sad gaze towards the dressing room. Nadir watched
them for a moment. In his arms was Erika's limp form. He turned and
left. Holmes pulled Lestrade close as she cried. He looked to Moriarty
only to find that he had disappeared.
The next day, Lestrade sat in the hovercab while Holmes
checked them out. Her uncle was going to meet them at the shuttle
station. Nadir refuse to discuss Erika's condition, but everything in
his demeanor indicated that it wasn't good. The Count was locked up in
an institution. Whatever Erika had given him, not even crypnosis could
reverse its affects. The Count was declared insane and would be locked
up for a very long time.
Lestrade sighed; her Paris adventure was over with. Soon she
would be back in New London and at her usual job. But what about her and
Holmes? After this, could they continue on as normal? Their masks
were gone and they saw how they felt for each other quite plainly. How
could anyone ignore that? Lestrade jumped when Holmes sat next to her.
He placed his arm around her as the cab took off. They'd both felt a
sense of loss as they watched Nadir walk off with Erika's body. Soon
they would be in New London and Paris would become nothing more than a
Lestrade stared out the window and spotted the Opera House in
the distance. She narrowed her eyes when she noticed a figure high on
top of the Lyre. There was no black cloak, but someone was up there.
She craned her neck to keep it in sight until the Opera House
disappeared behind a set of buildings. She settled her head against
Holmes' shoulder. Maybe she was seeing things.
At the shuttle station, Leroux waited with the entire opera
company. Buquet gave both of them a hug and asked that he be invited
to their wedding. He promptly earned a smack upside the head from
Madame Giry, who hugged Lestrade goodbye. Frany blushed as she hugged
them goodbye, while Krissi and Shawn proceeded to tell them that the
company was coming to New London. Star North waved to them while
ignoring Auron, who was telling her all the things that needed to get
done. Areku and Iara promised to visit when they came to New London.
Holmes told them that he knew some people who could show them around. They
waved goodbye as they boarded the shuttle for home. A pair of blue
eyes sadly watched them leave from her seat in the back.
"Au revoir, detectives. We will meet again." The owner smiled
as her escort wheeled her away.
A note from Mysha: I'll be back hopefully next week with the
Epilogue. One question: Should Erika join Moriarty or should she stay
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