The Last Day of the Phantom of the Opera
Rated T
Disclaimer: Gaston Leroux and Andrew Lloyd Webber own the characters. Erik's Other Lover SUGGESTED I WRITE A POTO FIC!
A/N: Don't kill me. This is strictly art and art itself. I thought I would try out the Phantom to see what I could do with it. By the way, this is based off of the movie, where no one knows that Phantom is Erik really. This is a one shot.
"Christine, I love you," the Phantom sang when he saw the love of his life standing before him. His heart was bleeding, but at the thought she came back, he felt a small glimmer of hope.
Christine handed him back the ring he had taken so long to retrieve and he didn't know what to think. He wanted her forever, but she needed a real life, a real lover; not a monster.
She rode off on the Phantom's boat with that boy, looking back as they sang their love to each other. Maybe later...
The Phantom heard the mob going, and in his hysterics he made a dash to find the hidden mirror to his safe room. He smashed each mirror, not only in search of the right one but also in his own personal frustration.
He found the passageway to his safe room and ducked in there, just in time to avoid the mob.
Poor Meghan, the Phanton thought. If only you weren't so blind... He decided to risk the chance of being caught was not worth it and rushed back into his safe room.
This was for everyone, the Phantom decided. He found the box that hid everything he needed to escape, but his eyes rested on something new. A pocketknife.
The Phantom held the knife in his hand, staring at it lovingly. There was a mirror on the wall, and he looked at his ugly face, thoughts running through his head.
Without giving himself time to rethink it, the Phantom dug the knife into the right side of his face repeatedly. He nearly cried out in agony, but his will to go on made his determination unswerving.
Now covered in blood, Erik stared at himself in the mirror again. There would be scars, but with luck the marred and puss filled craters would disappear after the skin came back.
I may be normal... I may have a life yet... Oh, Christine...
Erik found a mask in his box and placed it over his exposed right side. It would have to protect his face for now, until the blood clotted.
When he healed, he would emerge from that dark safe room, he decided, and maybe he could pull of the mask, and be normal. He would no longer be the Phantom of the Opera.