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Game of Chance - Meg/Raoul

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“I think it would be a good idea, Miss Giry,” Raoul nodded with his head in agreement, the only objective in his mind being finding Christine safe and sound, as soon as possible, and glad that the young girl had come up with a place to continue checking. “I couldn’t have thought about it better myself.” Pausing his hectic behavior and talking, Raoul slowly lifted his eyes again for them to meet and hold Meg’s gaze for a moment. His glance at her was one of admiration; she was worried about Christine, her friend, it was clear that she would do anything for her, and their companionship was strong, judging by what he could see in and out of their rehearsals. How he wished he would have had a friendship like that. Or maybe… Something more? Shaking his head to push those thoughts away, Raoul began tying his cravat back to its original knot, suddenly averting the young girl’s eyes. No, he didn’t want anything bad to start spreading from mouth to ear and from ear to mouth in the Opera House, specifically taking into account how talkative most ballet girls were. He loved Christine, she loved him back and they cared about each other. But then, how could he explain that tingle in his stomach he couldn’t recognize? Worry, that was it. Just that. “Shall we go now?” he questioned abruptly, his voice somewhat strained as he stood up from his seat and giving his back to her, turned towards the door. “It can’t be a mystery forever, each one has a solution.”

Meg nodded and her gaze he his eyes briefly. He had cared so deeply for Christine. She was, to say the least, a bit jealous. Sure she had suitors of her own, but never because she had actually fallen in love. Meg was smitten by any man that would give her the time of day, which made meaningful relationships - difficult.

“Yes, lets go,” she said, walking towards the door as quickly as he had got up from the chair, “I just hope she’s safe.” Meg muttered closing Christine’s door behind them. They headed for the stairs and began to ascend in search of Christine. Meg was on point, leading him up to the top of the Opera Populaire. ‘I wonder if he’s ever seen the view from the roof?’ Meg wondered, a smile forming across her lips. But she was quick to dismiss the thought, they had to find Christine. She needed to focus, but that was already proving to be difficult. Meg paused at the door, not entirely sure what they would discover on the other side. “After you,” she motioned, figuring if Christine were there she would want to see Raoul first.

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Christine let Meg pull her to her feet. As they walked back to Madame Giry and the rest of the group, she wondered if there was a way for her to convince Meg that she was telling the truth about the voice. However she wasn’t entirely certain that it would call out to her again.

The other dancers looked at her and Meg as they returned, and Madame Giry looked particularly disapproving.

Meg held her nose high as she walked Christine back onto stage. “I know you missed us, but we have rehearsal's!” she grinned at her mother and stood in position waiting for her instructions.

Perhaps it was because Meg had run off with Christine, but rehearsal's lasted much longer than expected. It was extremely late and Meg approached Christine.

“I’m sorry, mother’s pushing us because I pulled you away...” she sighed looking down at her feet. “You need your rest, go ahead to your room. Mother’s going to make me practice all night.” she smiled back weakly.

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“T-that would be best….” she sniffled “I hope…” her voice cracked and she tried to clear her throat. “I need to get home.” she whispered and stood slowly. Meg the the shawl over her shoulders and stood across from Christine.

“This is goodbye then?” Meg knew Christine still had to gather her things, but she hoped they would not speak in the meantime. She knew not how much more her heart could take.

Christine nodded. Oh, how she wanted to hug Meg right now, but she knew that it hurt both of them even more in the end.

“Goodbye, Meg,” she said.

She turned away from her best friend and began to walk away with a heavy heart.

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Meg watched her walk away and a tear streamed down her face. Once she was out of sight Meg went into hysterics, she was hyperventilating on the ground and her vision blurred from the tears in her eyes. She had not wanted to move and stayed on the ground for the remainder of the night.

Meg shivered as she rose to her feet. She wobbled uneasily and headed for Phantasma. Her hair was knotted and the makeup she had was in streaks down her cheeks as she trudged towards her dressing room.

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Christine kept her distance this time. She couldn’t even feel relief at still breathing. Meg sounded so broken… as if she didn’t believe the words that had just come out of her mouth. Seeing her this way killed Christine. But her comfort would not help one bit. That was easy to see.

“If that is really what you want…” she said, “I will resign from the opera and return to Sweden tomorrow. I do need time to gather my things.”

“T-that would be best....” she sniffled “I hope...” her voice cracked and she tried to clear her throat. “I need to get home.” she whispered and stood slowly. Meg the the shawl over her shoulders and stood across from Christine.

 “This is goodbye then?” Meg knew Christine still had to gather her things, but she hoped they would not speak in the meantime. She knew not how much more her heart could take.

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Meg took in every word Christine said, she saw the weary look that was spread across her pale face. She took her hand gently.

“Forget about what my mother wants,” Meg paused and smiled at her. “Do you feel well enough to rehearse?” Worry spread across Meg’s face as she rose from the ground. “You have not seemed like yourself Christine…” 

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“I do…” Christine answered faintly.

She deliberated on whether to tell Meg about the voice. They had been close to each other for years, but her predicament sounded strange even in her own head. Even so, she couldn’t bear lying to her friend.

“I – I heard a voice calling my name in the dressing room before rehearsals started.”

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“A voice?” Meg turned away. She figured her dear friend was just having a little fun with her.Meg giggled in response

“That can’t be true… You’re teasing me again Christine!” she lightly pushed Christine’s shoulder “I’m not as gullible as I use to be!”

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Christine tried to laugh, to go along with Meg’s assumption. It would be easier than trying to convince her that it was no joke.

“You’re right. I’m sorry…”

However, Christine could not keep herself from trembling as she spoke. She knew Meg wouldn’t be fooled for very long.

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Meg squinted at her. Something was obviously wrong and Christine had not wanted to tell her. She would find the truth soon enough though.

“Well, if you are truly feeling better I guess we should head back...” Meg smiled and helped her up. 

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College Life AU

Meg’s heart was pounding in her chest. It was move in day and she couldn’t wait to meet the wonderful girl of whom she would share a room with for the next four years. There were two sticky notes on the door, one read “Welcome Meg Giry!” and the other, “Welcome Christine Daae!” Meg took a deep breath and wore a huge smile. She knocked softly on the door before opening it. “Hello!”

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Christine turned around, her black brown curls swirling aroundher shoulders.

“Hello”, she smiled shuffling a bit shyly, as she was standing next to her bed, “Ehm I’m Christine” 

Meekly she extended a hand to the blonde haired petite girl. She may have been a shy-fry, but she had been brough up with certain manners and shyness was no excuse to forget them.

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When Christine extended her hand Meg giggled and hugged her tightly. She pulled away with a huge grin. “I’m sorry. Was that too much?” she chuckled, “I’m just so excited! This is going to be a great year!” Meg exclaimed as she sat her bags on the ground. “Have you moved in all your belongings yet? I can help you if you need it!” 

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Meg weaved around the backstage of the Opera. She wanted so desperately to congratulate her friend on another successful performance. Meg felt a sense of pride as she was the one that had told the managers, many weeks ago, of Christine’s talents.

Meg reached her dressing room, shooing away any desperate onlookers as she shut the doors behind her.

“Christine!” Meg beamed, with a huge grin across her face, “This was your best performance yet! You were great! You’ll have to work hard to excel from tonight, but I know you’re up for it! You’re spectacular!” She was talking so fast her sentences jumbled together. Meg giggled and hugged Christine.

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Meg perked up as she had not expected her to be listening. She dared not face the mirror. She could not face Eris once again. 

“That’s the problem…you twist her mind so that she thinks she is fine, that she needs you to survive in this world.” As the words left her lips Meg immediately regretted them. Once again she found herself in the same, terrifying situation as before.

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“You do not know when to stop do you ballerina?“Eris laughed softly behind the mirror. ” If it is a war you want, it is a war you will get. Tomorrow’s performance should be very…. memorable…“ She said darkly as she walked away from the mirror down the path to her home.

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The next day Meg felt even more uneasy than before. She needed to avoid the night’s performance. She ran to a nearby bathroom and gagged herself, hoping her sickness would prevent her from performing. However, her mother would not allow her to be absent. They needed all of the chorus girls to perform tonight. Meg stood behind the curtain and looked up to the rafters slowly. She prayed that this would not be her last dance and rushed onstage.

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Eris listened from above the stage. She had ensured that the master of the fly would not be on the riggings that evening as she had drugged the liquor in the flask he normal drank from. Her plan was simple, she would injure the Ballerina. To kill her was an easy matter she carried her laso with her regularly, and would have used it, but the deed would be met with certain hatred from Christine. As things stood, she would be angry, but Eris was determined to make Miss Giry pay. She waited until the ballerina was in place, and put her plan into action. She swept down the riggings to a concealed passage at the wings of the stage. The theater went black, and Eris rushed onto the stage, grabbed the ballerina by the arm and quickly dragged her off into the passage and towards the lower floors of the Opera.

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Meg wore a smile as she waited for the curtains to draw back. But it quickly faded as she was jolted in the darkness she screamed in the confusion. She was grasping at the back of her neck desperately where she was being dragged. 

“I’m going to tell Christine all of this!” she screamed and kicked as she knew it was the phantom that held her. “All this that you have done to me! I will let her know she can expect a fate worse than death if she ever defies you. She’ll be gone, far from your grasp!” She screamed in pain as Eris threw her against a wall.

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“Meg…”

Christine was dumbstruck. Meg had always been her closest, if not only, friend. How could she not notice any of what Meg was going through up until now? Had Christine been so preoccupied with her own problems, or had Meg simply been able to hide them from everyone?

“You know I can’t do this,” she said at last.

Not without some difficulty, she wrenched her hand from Meg’s and placed the gun on the ground behind her.

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“Then what would you have me do Christine?” she yelled, “There is nothing I can do! Every achievement I have is only eclipsed by you and your spell on everyone!” she spread her arms wide in front of Christine.

“If you can’t kill me, what am I to do?” Meg asked calmly at a whisper.

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“Kill me.”

Christine’s tone was just as calm as Meg’s now. However, her emotions were going haywire. Where had this bitter husk come from, and when had it replaced Meg Giry? And how could Christine allow all of this to happen?

In any case, she had to make things right. She picked up the gun and handed it back to Meg.

“Pull the trigger, and I won’t be able to ‘cast my spell’ on anyone else, Meg.”

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“Kill... you?” she whispered back.  Meg twitched at Christine’s suggestion. She drew her focus to the gun on the ground behind Christine. Would she really kill her best friend for a chance in the spotlight?  Could she forgive herself if she committed such an act?

Christine handed her the gun and she stared at it. It felt much heavier than it had when she held it earlier. She raised it with a shaking hand in complete silence. Christine stared back at her with a weak smile, but Meg stood stright faced.

She fired.

Meg collapsed to the ground in tears. She shot the bullet into the sky. Who was she kidding, she was no killer.  “Things will only,” Meg wept, “ be worse, if you are dead...” She hung her head. “Just leave me here, please...” she muttered

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Meg took in every word Christine said, she saw the weary look that was spread across her pale face. She took her hand gently.

“Forget about what my mother wants,” Meg paused and smiled at her. “Do you feel well enough to rehearse?” Worry spread across Meg’s face as she rose from the ground. “You have not seemed like yourself Christine…” 

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“I do…” Christine answered faintly.

She deliberated on whether to tell Meg about the voice. They had been close to each other for years, but her predicament sounded strange even in her own head. Even so, she couldn’t bear lying to her friend.

“I – I heard a voice calling my name in the dressing room before rehearsals started.”

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“A voice?” Meg turned away. She figured her dear friend was just having a little fun with her.Meg giggled in response

“That can’t be true... You’re teasing me again Christine!” she lightly pushed Christine's shoulder “I’m not as gullible as I use to be!”

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Game of Chance - Meg/Raoul

Christine had been gone for hours now and Meg was growing impatient. Surely, Christine would have told her if she was simply going out for the evening. Meg knew she did not belong in her dear friend’s room without permission, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Meg began to shuffle through notes that were scattered across her desk. She found nothing unusual in her various notes. They seemed only to be from her mentor, detailing which aspects Christine needed to improve on. Meg walked over near Christine’s mirror and found a single rose with a black ribbon wrapped tightly around the stem. She examined the silk ribbon more closely when the door opened. 

“Christine?!” Meg called out. She dropped the rose to the ground as she rushed to the door. She was was about to wrap her arms around Christine, when she stepped back. The figure at the door was not Christine.

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Raoul had been running around the Opera House like a madman for the last few hours. The problem was that, after finishing his duties as the patron of the renowned theatre, he had gone to fetch Christine from rehearsals, which he knew would be over by that time as it was almost evening then. But she wasn’t in her place! So he had asked everyone he have had the chance to, growing increasingly worried when the answers given turned out to be all the same. And in that desperation, suddenly a thought crept into his mind. Her dressing room! It was the only place he had forgotten to look into. So, red-faced, out of breath and sweating, he rushed through the dark hallways until he reached the door and pushed it open. But his surprise was surely as great as that of the person inside. “Oh, Miss Giry, my apologies. I didn’t mean to enter in this way. But thank God that I found you! Christine has gone missing! Have you seen her? Do you happen to know where may she be?” His trembling fingers came to nimbly untie the knot of his cravat, too tight to let him breath properly, as he stood by the door, gazing back at a shy, scared gaze. It wasn’t the proper thing to do, but Raoul didn’t care for formalities at that moment. There was another problem to focus on.

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Meg had thought she was worried about where Christine had gone but her fear was nothing compared to the way the Vicomte acted. “Maybe you should sit down…” she motioned but he obviously had not heard as he stood at the door, loosening his cravat. She sighed as she looked briefly back at the rose on the ground.

“Actually, I was looking for her as well…” Meg walked over to Christine’s desk. “It’s so strange! It’s as if she’s completely disappeared…” She wondered what good it was, the two of them, alone in Christine’s room. She had not wanted vicious rumors to stir around the Opera Populaire and figured it best to find Christine as soon as possible.

“Perhaps we should check the roof?” she asked, “Heavens knows why she’d be up there, but I can’t think of any other place to check…“

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Erik: #5

Meg raised an eyebrow, taken aback. “Y-you want me to takeoff my dress?” she felt disturbed. Had this been Christine, or perhaps even Raoul,she would have no trouble with this dare. But why was he requesting this ofher? Meg was not one to step down from a challenge, though. She tried not tomake eye contact with him as she slowly undressed, revealing her undergarments,corset, cleavage and all. “Are you happy now?” she asked as her eyes met hisgaze.

Christine: #10

“Why do you alwaysmake me take off my clothes?” she giggled. Meg was actually excited for this dare! She wouldn’t tellChristine, but this was not the first she had been dared to run around theopera house naked. She grinned mischievously as she stripped and stoodcompletely naked among Christine and the other chorus girls. “Front of theOpera house and back, got it!” Meg took off; she galloped around the OperaPopulaire. There was no sense trying to hide. On her way to the front doors,Meg passed one of the managers; he stood completely dumbfounded by her antics.She finally circled back and raced around the corner when she ran smack intoher mother. Who, naturally, disapproved of the little game she and her friendswere playing. Madame Giry dragged Meg by the ear back to where the others girlshad been, but they all scattered. “It was just a dare!” Meg said as she pickedup her clothes.

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