A/n: okay, so someone's probably already done this, but hopefully I can do it a little better. XD it has to be done at least once. I decided to make Jaden Alexis' confidant/best friend, cause he's gotta be in here, but I really don't see them going out and he's too enamored with his cards to notice. This is loosely based on the Phantom of The Opera plot. So here's the cast list:
Christine - Alexis
Phantom – Banner in Witty Phantom's body
Raoul – Zane
The managers – Chancellor Sheppard and Dr. Crowler
Meg- Jaden
Prologue: Birth of the Ghost
"There it is!"
"Hush! We'll be heard!"
"In the middle of the woods? Come on, we don't have all night, let's go!"
"Slow down, I'm the one with the flash lights."
"I told you, we don't need them. The lower chamber has torches."
"Where should we set up?"
"Right here...in the middle of the eye. Let's hurry, it's almost midnight."
"Why did we have to pick the abandon dorm for this? What's wrong with the Obelisk basement?"
"Professor Banner wasn't allowed in there or in the Ra dorm, and the Slypher dorm is too close to that cliff to have a basement. Now sit down and shut up, if I had known you were going to be such a sissy I'd have brought someone else."
Two boys from Obelisk sat in the middle of the shadow board below the abandon dorm.
Professor Banner had been their favorite teacher and they believed they'd found a way to bring him back.
They began the spell, each chanting ancient words that neither knew the exact meaning of.
It was dark and powerful magic they were playing with, and before the night was done, they would have only half succeeded in bringing Banner back to life.
The shadows took their bodies before they were done.
At dawn, crumpled in the middle of the millennium symbol, lay a heaving form, beside him a blank card that had been thrown into the mix by the struggling boys as they were surrounded.
Professor Banner opened his eyes and stood in a confused trance.
He stumbled forward and up to the first floor.
Passing a dust-covered mirror, he stopped as he saw something dark in it.
Reaching out to wipe away years of neglect was the first sign of something very wrong.
A white-gloved hand was in place of his own.
Slowly he rubbed away the thick gray covering his reflection and when he saw himself, he screamed unlike any mortal man could.
Large, catlike eyes stared back at him, and bat-like ears protruded several inches from his head.
His complexion was sickeningly orange, and his once lush black hair was now scraggly and yellow.
He fell to his knees, covering his face as he screamed again.
"I'm a monster! What has happened to me!"