As the conversation progresses, I begin to wander back through the tunnels to the Lair. Something there is tugging at my mind, something unsettling. . . As I leave, Eerie shoots me a look that communicates:
Why are you leaving?
I beckon to her to follow me as I leave. Eerie glances at Erik, and then back at me, wondering whether or not to leave.
Once I enter the Lair, however, I hear the steady footsteps of my friend behind me.
"What is it, K? What's the matter?" she asks.
"I have to admit, I really don't know. . ." I study the rock walls of the Lair, looking for something, or was I?
"If you don't know, what is pulling you here?" asks Eerie, concern seeping into her voice.
"Something isn't right," I say, turning to my friend. "I don't know why, but another threat against Erik is afoot."
I dash over to a table and go through it's contents, searching intently for the unknown threat.
"What is this threat, where did you hear about it? Is it another bounty hunter? Speak to me K!" she yells, grabbing my shoulders.
I freeze as she grabs me, new thoughts entering my mind. "It's not a new threat, but a more dangerous version of the last."
"So a bounty hunter then?" asks Eerie, releasing her grasp on my shoulders.
I moan and hold my head, "I . . . I don't know. Something pulled me back here, and one thought turned into another. . ."
"So you don't actually know it's the same threat as before?" asks Eerie skeptically.
I gasp as I spot an object by the music desk "Yes, I do know. Look at it!" I say, pointing to the photograph on the desk.
Eerie's eyes widened at the sight of it, it was a beautiful picture, with such awful intent to it's leaving.
"Erik doesn't own that," Eerie stated.
"I know, it was planted here as a warning." I reply gravely.
"I believe the greater warning is the fact that menace has found his way down here, without being thwarted by the traps!"
"He knew how to get around them, he had to have known. Or else . . ." I turn pale as my theory spins in my mind. It was too real to be untrue, and too horrible to imagine.
"Go on . . ." Eerie whispers, "Or else what?"
I sighed and shook my head, "Or else he tracked @Draven_Eldercraft here when the Phantom brought him out of the street. He being an autofficer would give him access to all sorts of technology. He could be tracking Draven at his moment!"
I could just imagine him, following from a distance as Erik took Draven into his Lair. Silently noting the traps and the escapes. His devilish plan turning round in his mind, soon to become a reality.
I gasp aloud, snapping out of my daydream to return to the Lair. Eerie's eyes remain glued to the beautiful photograph of a married couple, staring into each other's eyes.
"Eerie," I whisper.
"It's been so long," muttered Eerie, "Why does he still wish to torture you? You've suffered enough already."
"Eerie!" I whisper, louder this time.
"What is it?" she asks, setting the photograph back down on the desk.
"How do we know he even left?" I quaver.
"Excellent question, how do you know?" asks a man in the shadows.
I stagger forward and grab the back of the desk chair, trying not to collapse on the floor. Eerie freezes in place, her pules widening in fear. Autofficer de Chaney stepped forward into the light, grinning wickedly at my friend.
"Ah, I remember you from the academy, Eerie Coppernight, was it?"
Eerie stepped back slowly, panic rising in her eyes. I feel for my weapons to defend my friend. Sadly, all I had with me was my knife. That's when I remembered I had a greater weapon then steel. Eerie had it too, only fear had taken it from her.
"Erik!" I screamed into the tunnels, "Come quickly! The threat is with us, it knows you're here!"
At that, Eerie began to sing out for the Phantom.
Angle of music now I need you, come to me now swiftly. Angel of music hide no longer, save me from his raging
Before Eerie had even finished her song, Autofficer de Chaney burned with rage and disappeared into one of the tunnels.