A/N: Hiya, people! Ok, I know that this is really short, but it's kind of an introduction to the rest of the story, so it's supposed to be this way. I hope it's to your liking!
Disclaimers: I do not own the work of the Phantom of the Opera, but the Phantom himself...now that's a whole different story. ;D. I also do not own any characters, unless you are otherwise informed. : ) Enjoy!
Ch. 1 – The Devil's Child
The gypsies have dubbed me "the Devil's child." I suppose I am, for I am no longer the child of the mother whom I believed loved me. She gave me to them, as if I were a piece of cloth or a candle stick, wanting to be rid of me. I guess she got what she wanted.
They threw me into a cage the minute she left, taking my mask and giving me a woven sac with eye holes to cover my face. They also stripped me down and gave me dirty pants to wear that were too small. At least they were at first, but I lost so much weight that they became loose.
After a week of sleeping in rough hay with the fleas and bugs, I realized that Mother wasn't coming back. It hit me hard, for I had been in constant denial, sure that she would return. The understanding of why she left me was unbearable; it was my face—my hideous deformity. I cried then, the first of many times to come.
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Every night, he came in with a whip after luring in curious on-lookers with his tempting words.
"Come. Come. Come inside. Come and see the Devil's Child…"
And there I always was, sitting in the corner of my metal prison, clutching my knees in fear, knowing what was next. He'd grab my shoulder and throw me to the ground, beating me in my side with the whip. Always my side… Then he'd throw down the whip and yank the sac off my face and grab my hair, pulling back my head and exposing the marred flesh that was my face. And the people would always scream and laugh, throwing food and coins at me and him. He'd release me, and I'd frantically find the sac with trembling fingers, sliding it over my head.
"The Devil's Child," he'd always mock, and chuckle to himself, finding the gold coins tossed among the dirty hay. And I'd watch him walk out, leaving me to pursue other customers. The darkness was always inviting…allowing me to hide, even if only for a moment.
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