Disclaimer: I don't own any Sly Cooper characters; they belong to Sucker Punch. The idea of Phantom of the Opera belongs to its rightful owner(s).

Claimer: I own all of my original characters.

Well, like I normally do, I found another story idea in the early hours of the morning and knew it could blend well with my other story, 'Thieving Phantoms of the Opera'. To begin, it has characters from last story in this but the story line is completely different, had nothing to do with the real opera (besides a few characters) and the ideas are completely my own. I might put a few song lines from the opera but I'm not really sure yet. So please read and review and let me know what you think. And, I know this is really short but I wanted to leave it in a mystery and a somewhat of a cliff hanger. Whatever you want to call it.

That and I really didn't have anything big planned out for chapter 1. And for the record, I did delete the first version of this, made it longer and now reposted it so if you read it before I deleted it please re-read because things are a little different!

The Revenge of the Phantom

Chapter 1: Suspicions Arise

I stretched and yawned as I took a break from running across the early evening rooftops of Paris. I didn't have any jobs to pull and I figured a decently quiet early evening run around the city would keep amped and ready for any upcoming missions. That and the fact Bentley had asked me to hunt down Ramona and steal back the folder she had that was originally ours. I now knew that she had pulled another one of her tricks over me and I let my jealousy get in the way. But, not really wanting to dwell on that though anymore, I took off across the rooftops in search of the black-headed raccoon. Since she was normally outdoors doing who know what at this time of day, I figured I'd start with the park and local outdoor food vendors. After finding a building sitting across from the local marketing vendors, I crouched down and pulled out my binoccucom. I scanned the local area slowly in search of Ramona. I saw many various types of stalls and different people trying to sell their items to the local patrons of the city.

I scanned over women selling fruits, men selling vegetables, children selling various candies and pastries, and a few of the older people selling handmade items. I watched the customers hand the vendors their money and taking their newly purchased items. I could see deer, large amounts of various rodents, a few bulls, a couple of amphibians and reptiles, a few mammals, but no raccoons. I put away the binoccucom and stood, still determined to find the raccoon. I jumped from my position on the roof and into a back alleyway. I darted down it quickly and made my way towards the park. If she wasn't there I'd check her apartment then just go home if I couldn't find her. The sun was starting to set and the sky was painted a soft sherbet orange with wisps of yellow and red. It was the middle of summer and fairly warm outside. My feet pounded against the cement of the streets of Paris as silence started to overtake the city before the nightlife came forth. I took various alleys until I made it to the almost empty park. There were families leaving and a few couples sitting on blankets, enjoying the sunset. Noises of crickets started to get louder as I kept searching through the seemingly empty park.

Since I couldn't really see anything from the ground level, I decided that climbing into a tree would give me the capability to see a little farther. After I was secured in the braches, I pulled out my binoccucom once again and searched for Ramona. I eventually spotted her a few feet away, reading on a bench as I put away my binoccucom. I darted to the bench the temperamental raccoon was resting on and snuck up behind her. I playfully grabbed her shoulders and she jumped with a shriek. She turned around quickly and her eyebrows knitted together when she saw me.

"Listen," I started, "I already know what you're going to say," I paused, "but I need that folder back." I was still behind her and her expression went from confused to completely lost.

"I'm sorry?" she asked simply.

"The folder I left at your apartment the other day, I need it back." She closed her book and shook her head.

"I think you have the wrong person. I have no idea what you're talking about or who you are for that matter." Out of all the tricks she had pulled, this had to be the strangest.

"You're Ramona Bandicoot, aren't you?" I was actually starting to get worried at this point. She had never pulled anything like this before.

"Well yeah, but I don't know you are or how you know me." She was getting on the defensive.

"Ramona, it's me, Sly, rival thief, you're kidding me, right?"

"No, I'm not. I don't know who you are and I'm not a thief. " She stood and started backing up.

"Ramona!" I shouted as she started to run off towards the back entrance to the park. I realized that this wasn't some sort of stunt she was trying to pull. Something was definitely wrong and I could only hope her temporary memory loss wasn't permanent. I decided to get home quickly and talk to Bentley to see what was going on with Ramona.

My mind raced as my feet swiftly carried me through the streets of the city. After talking with Ramona, who seemed to have come down a sudden case of amnesia, I was both curious and worried. I had talked to her not even twenty four hours ago and she was fine. And now, she was confused and had no idea who I was. I didn't know how much she remembered or what had even happened that caused her to lose her memory. She still knew her name so it couldn't be too bad but she also had said she wasn't a thief. This is was mad me worry. She had been thieving since she was a teenager and now what denied it to her grave. Something fishy was going wrong but I had no idea what it could have been. Another thing that had me concerned about her denying she was a thief was that if she was arrested by the police, since she had quite a record behind her, and if she denied it like she did to me, she'd put up a fight. Since she had the streak of Latin temper in her, there would be no way that could end well.

After running halfway across the town, I finally reached the hideout and was huffing out my breaths. As usual, Bentley was typing away on her laptop, planning our next heist and Murray was reading some sort of vehicle magazine looking for updates for our team van. I flopped on the couch and thought quietly. I saw Bentley glance over to me, waiting for me to hand over the file, but I sat in thought while trying to piece together what had just happened.

"Did you get the file?" he asked eventually after shutting his laptop.

"No." I muttered.

"Did you find Ramona?" he sat across from me and his eyebrows knitted together.

"Yeah." I stared out the window and still thought.

"Then why didn't you get the folder?" he put his arms up in question and I chewed on a nail in thought.

"She didn't know what I was talking about," I glanced over to the turtle, "or who I was for that matter."

"Are you sure she wasn't trying pull a fast one on you, again?" I nodded and he gave a quick smirk.

"Positive. Something's not right, but I don't know what it is." He grabbed his laptop off the table and opened it again.

"Hmmm," he hummed to himself as the typed away on his computer, "I don't see any recent hospital records with her name or aliases in it, so I don't think it was any sort or head trauma to make her loose her memory," he kept typing away, "I don't know what to tell you. I know you talked to her yesterday so it certainly was recent issue, whatever happened that is. What did she do when you talked to her?"

"She said she didn't know me, she wasn't a thief and then ran away." His eyes widened.

"Oh, this is bad. I'm going to see what I can find out, you go out and talk to her and see what you can dig up." he ordered but I doubted that would work considering she ran from me earlier. I decided to go anyway just to see what would happen. I had a bad feeling about this entire situation and knew this could get serious if she didn't start remembering things.