The Phantom
Prologue
"This is where you beg for your life, isn't it?"
Blood welled up in his throat, filling his mouth and pouring past his lips in a sticky crimson sheet past his chin, his neck.
His neck crushed in the grip of a large, gloved hand.
"Oh," said the phantom with a chillingly child-like giggle. "I must have broken your vocal chords."
Bastard! he wanted to spit. But all that came out was a choked gurgle and a fresh cascade of blood pooling in his throat, cutting off his air supply, drowning him.
He had never felt so helpless.
His eyelids were drawing shut of their own accord, as if weighted. His hands on the phantom's arm were slackening their hold; his feet dangling a precious few centimetres above the stone-cobbled floor were slowing in their frantic kicking. The last of his strength was draining with his slipping consciousness.
The phantom's merciless gaze, untouched by the cruel mirth twisting its lips, fixed avidly on Gilbert Weilschmidt's contorted expression in the final moments of his life.
Author's note:
This is something I have wanted to write for quite some time now. I once wrote a Phantom of the Opera!AU throwaway, and ever since I have always wanted to expand it into a full-blown fanfiction series.
This project is also going to be an exercise in writing to a schedule. I'm thinking there should be around ten chapters for this story, so if I upload a chapter a week it should take just over two months to complete it.
Warning in advance: The chapters are going to be short and drabbly because I haven't really thought out all the minute details of the universe OTL
I am also very aware that the title is pretty lame. If anyone has a suggestion for a better one, please share it C:
