Ghost
First phanfic...I must admit, the movie finale made so mad...I wanted to chop Christine's head off...but in a way she was right to choose Raoul over our beloved Phantom...but I digress...here it is and enjoy :D
"Are you insane?" Lucy told her friend as they stood outside of the gates of the infamous Opera Populaire. The light breeze danced through their hair as both of them stared at each other for a second or two as they turned to look at the third member of their group.
"Jack give me a boost," Monica told her friend as Jack stood towering behind her; he was after all the muscle of the group. He crouched down as she got on his back and used it to help her up as he stood up slowly, her feet on his shoulders. She pulled herself up and jumped on the other side. The moment her feet set foot on the grounds of the old opera house a thrill ran up her spine as she turned to look at the huge building brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.
She turned to look as Lucy jumped over as well and landed gracefully, Jack following her lead as the three stood before the building, the breeze picking up as they shivered and walked over to the front doors before anyone caught them trespassing on the old building.
They walked in to the old building not surprised to find the front door open, their footsteps echoing through the main room that held a huge staircase leading up to the upper levels. The opera house had truly taken a turn for the worse since the last time anyone set foot in it. It was falling apart, dust everywhere, paint peeling off of the walls, spider webs on everything.
"Why are we here again?" Jack asked, his deep voice echoing through the place as the two girls turned to look at him with in alarm.
"Shhh," Lucy told him holding up her finger to her lips, "what if the rumors are true…if he is here," she told him as Jack resisted the urge to roll his eyes at what the two women feared.
"There is no such thing as the Phantom of the Opera," he growled to both of them as Monica rolled her eyes, she didn't really have a side but she rather doubted the Opera Ghost ever existed.
"Split up and meet back here…keep your hand at the level of your eyes," Lucy told them raising her fist to her eyes to prove a point as Jack snorted in amusement and turned around, his combat boots echoing through the empty halls as he kicked aside a stray chair as it clambered loudly disrupting the dust which had accumulated over the years.
Lucy looked after his retreating for in worry, what if the rumors where in fact true…what if there was a Phantom of the Opera? She too leaving Anna behind as she headed towards the dressing rooms curious to find out what was left of the famous Opera Popularie.
Monica turned noticing she had been left alone by both of her friends as she turned and headed towards the main stage, she had some time to kill after all.
Jack had been walking for a while now through the countless halls, his steps echoing louder and louder as he dragged his feet wishing to be out of the theatre already, why he had agreed to even come was beyond his comprehension. He knew he couldn't let the other two come alone, who would be there for them if they got into a mess?
He turned a corner sharply ramming his shoulder on the wall on accident as he hissed in pain the sound traveling through the walls and empty spaces. He continued to walk unaware of where he was headed, a sign on a door however made him stop in his tracks and realize he had been walking through the countless rooms where the singers and actors used to reside.
'Christine Daee,' it read as he ran his hand across the sign his breath catching in his throat, the woman was real after all, that made the theory of there being a Phantom more believable as Jack turned the knob on the door and stepped inside, his blood running cold once he stepped inside and looked at a huge mirror up against a wall. It was however different from any other mirrors he had ever seen, part of it had been pushed aside to reveal a long dark corridor of stone just beyond the opening.
He recalled the movie he had been forced to see just before he came here, and he certainly remembered where the corridor let to, he crouched to examine the footsteps closer, they were recent and they were a man's. He got up and walked quickly out of the room following the footsteps hoping to end a mystery to the famous Opera Ghost who should have been nothing but dust now.
His steps echoing through the halls and down onto the lower levels as Lucy glanced up at the celling wondering what Jack was doing, if the man was any louder they could attract unwanted attention.
She had successfully found her way to the dressing rooms, an endless sea of dresses, masks, and other trinkets thrown about as if a raging mob had come through, mannequins thrown everywhere. She got an eerie feeling walking amongst all of the masks; it almost looked like they were following her. She turned to look at a dress that caught her attention as she pulled it out of the racks and held it out to get a better look at it.
It was a beautiful shade of crimson red, but before she could truly get more of the details a haunting voice seemed to echo through the walls and her mind, a man's voice. It sent shivers up her spine as she turned sharply and decided to run back to check on the other two dropping the dress in the process as she ran out of the room and headed back towards the theatre.
Monica on the other hand had already made her way into the stage, she pulled herself up onto it and looked out at the audience, the chairs however where disrupted by a chandelier that lay upon them, she couldn't recall how it had gotten there, but she had a feeling it was important.
She shrugged humming to herself as she walked around the stage and noticed an opening on the floor, she poked her head over it and froze once she heard what was coming up from it, her eyes dilating in pure disbelief at the angelic voice that flooded through her thoughts and body as she closed her eyes and listened.
"No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears.
Shamed into solitude
Shunned by the multitude
I learned to listen
In my dark, my heart heard music.
I longed to teach the world
Rise up and reach the world
No one would listen
I alone could hear the music
Then at last, a voice in the gloom
Seemed to cry "I hear you;
I hear your fears,
Your torment and your tears."
She saw my loneliness
Shared in my emptiness
No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears
No one would listen
No one but her
Heard as the outcast hears..."
She hummed along to the breathtaking tune before it halted abruptly making her frown and look down the hole once more before she realized her mistake, there was a Phantom after all, and she had just fallen into his trap. She quickly brought her fist up to the level of her eyes and cursed Lucy for dragging her into this as she turned around quickly and rammed into something solid.
Strange, she didn't remember a wall being there on the stage with her, she fell and landed on her back as she opened her eyes, her vision blurry as she saw a dark figure standing over her.
"What the hell…" she growled as she tried to get up but opted otherwise once her vision cleared and she saw the figure better. A horrifying half white mask molded perfectly to the face placed on the Phantom as he tilted his head and looked down at her.
His dark black hair brushed back as his haunting steel blue eyes looked down at her, his face expressionless; in turn she looked up at him, chocolate eyes wide in fear and surprise as she diverted her gaze elsewhere.
"JACK! LUCY!" Monica yelled wishing this was all a dream, hoping to get away from the thing that was standing over her, the monster…the man.
How was this all possible, the Phantom had become a legend over the years, centuries even…and yet, how was he still alive? Was he a vampire? Or just simply….immortal.
She quickly crawled away and ran as she jumped off of the stage as a shuffle of clothes came from behind her, the Opera Ghost close behind having no intentions of letting her go, she had seen him after all, and surely she would go out and tell the world he was real, that he lived.
She didn't get far, this was his home, his domain, he knew every corner of the Opera house and a mere girl would not win while playing his game. His gloved hand shot out and grabbed her arm as he pulled her back and slammed her up against the wall, a startled look on her eyes as her back connected with the unforgiving wall her head spun from the force he had used to throw her.
"Why so silent mademoiselle?" his voice echoed through her thoughts, his accent intoxicating her as she struggled to stay conscious, her head spinning. She gave up after a second or so, her head falling on his chest as he caught her and flung her over his shoulder taking her to her friends.
He would take care of them just as he had done with all of the other fools who had dared to enter his Opera house, those who had dared to question whether he was real or not.
After all he had tried to let the first few live, however, he quickly learned that had proven a mistake. He grunted as he shifted her body slightly making sure she didn't slip form his grasp as he headed towards the upper levels of the Opera house where he had put her two friends who had been foolish enough to go looking for him.
They had gone looking for trouble and found it in a man who had been shunned by the world, in a mere character of books used to entertain others, in a ghost from the past…in a Phantom.
Review...or else I will have the Phantom come after you and kill you with is charming smile and devilish good looks ;D
