Here's my first Phantom of the Opera fanfic. I'm a little nervous, but thanks to my dear friend TheNarnianPhantomStallion, who is also my beta for this story, is helping me keep the characters in character. She also titled the story too, so a HUGE thank you to her!
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Katie skipped down the road singing a song from the movie 'The Phantom of the Opera' at the top of her lungs.
She ignored all the strange looks that other people gave her. She spun in circles singing,
"The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind!" She crashed into a boy about her age, maybe just a little older.
He was tall and quite muscled. And one half of his face was covered with a white mask, but the side of his face she could see was quite hand—wait a second… A white mask? What in the world!
What the fudge! He looked like Erik! Erik! From Phantom of the Opera!
And then they made eye contact.
The boy cringed a little like he thought she was going to hit him, and ran off before too many people saw him there.
Leaving Katie staring in amazement at the Erik look alike.
A few days later:
"And in the movie the jerk of a woman Christine completely dumped poor Erik! I mean really? All he wanted was someone to love, and someone to love him!"
Katie was walking with her friend Karen, and telling her everything about Phantom of the Opera that she knew.
"And Christine left with Raoul! He's just such a stuck up bratty pansy!" Katie threw her hands in the air in a dramatic way.
"Wow. Katie, you seem to know everything about the Phantom of the Opera." Karen gave her a smile.
"No I don't. I haven't even read the books." Katie said in a bit of frustration.
"There's books!" Karen's eyes widened at the mention of 'books'. There wasn't just a book but books?
"Yup! I really really wanna read them, but I can't seem to find them at the library so I think I'll have to buy them." Katie's attention span was waning as she was suddenly drawn to their old camp dining hall. "Come on Karen, let's explore it, I haven't been in there ever since they got the new cafeteria!" She tugged at Karen's arm.
"We shouldn't." Karen pulled back with a worried look.
"Come on Karen. You know you want to!" Katie flashed her a 'pretty please' look.
Karen did know she wanted to. But she also knew how deep of doo-doo she would get into if her mom (A counselor) found them."Alright. But only if the door is unlocked, and if my mom, or any of the other counselors find us it was all your idea!"
"It was all my idea!" Katie grinned mischievously.
"Exactly." Karen nodded and they took off.
They tried the door, and found that it was unlocked and they stepped inside. It was dark, and slightly damp, and being a basement like place, it reminded Katie of Erik's Lair a little bit.
"Wow. Karen, this would make a pretty good Lair for Erik, however there is no underground lake. I wish there was an underground lake." Katie clapped her hands feeling giddy.
"You're hyper aren't you?" Karen raised her eyebrow though Katie hadn't seen her.
"Mhm!" Then Katie's eyes grew wide, as she remembered something, and she spun to face Karen again. "I saw him!"
"You saw who?" Karen stared at her blankly at trying to figure out what on earth her friend was talking about.
"Him, Erik, The Phantom!" Katie said passionately.
"Oh come on Katie, we know you have a large imagination, but this is too far!" Karen crossed her arms as they stopped walking.
"But I did! It was before camp started, I was twirling down the road, and well I banged into him! He had a white half mask, and he had the muscle, and the half of his face that you could see was quite handsome! In fact, so handsome that you wouldn't think that he could have anything wrong with the other half of his face!" Katie felt like shouting it. Just the thought made her feel like she was in a dream.
Karen stared at Katie in surprise. She knew what a huge imagination her friend had, as in, pretending book characters are real, pretending she could date her computer, and also pretending that she was a world famous bull fighter, but this was way too far! "Mhm, Katie, I don't think I believe you!"
"Fine don't believe me, but I saw him nonetheless!" With that Katie began to twirl around in the basement singing, First in a low voice, "Sing to me! Sing to me my Angel of Music!" And then in a higher voice, "Ahhhhhahahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Karen froze. This was a sure way to get them all in trouble! Someone would hear Katie and come running. "I'm leaving!" she shook her head and nervously began taking a few strides back.
"Okay, but I do however want you to leave my backpack, it does have my newest book and I want to read it later." Katie called out in a low voice.
"So do I even want to know what book it is?" Karen asked hurriedly.
"Yup. Phantom of the Opera, by Gaston Leroux." Katie said with a sigh.
The masked boy's POV:
Erik was running. He was being chased by a police officer. He would have just strangled him, except there were too many people around him.
He heard a voice, a sweet voice, quite loud, but sweet, singing a song that he recognized. As he looked around to see where the voice was coming from, he quit looking where he was going. And he crashed into the voice.
The girl gasped and put her hands up to her lips in surprised shock, "I-" She had started to speak but then broke off staring at him.
How dare she stare! He didn't want her to stare! She reminded him of another red haired girl that had called him names, and thrown things at him. His eyes locked with hers, and before he could stop it he cringed, but then he broke his greenish yellow eyed gaze from her blue one, and ran. He couldn't stay there when there were people trying to hunt him down. He just couldn't risk it no matter how curious he was.
He didn't look back not once, he just ran, not caring who he knocked over.
He was faster than the police, that is unless they had a car.
He was finally where he had left his backpack. It was black, like the rest of his clothing, and held in it all the belongings he had in the world.
A Bible that had belonged to the only person in the world that had loved him. Sometimes he would read it; but only for Antoinette Giry.
His blanket, black like his clothing, a miniature keyboard, batteries(For the keyboard) , sheet music, blank sheet music, what little food he had, and the little bit of money.
He hid there, and hoped that no one would find him. He even prayed a little bit to the God that he knew didn't love him. He'd always been told that God hated him.
Erik Destler knew how much like Erik the Phantom, from the Phantom of the Opera he was. He was unloved, and his only friend was named, Madame Antoinette Giry. He had an ugly face, but he didn't know how he got it, his parents hated him, the one girl he had loved, that he had thought loved him, had betrayed him.
Perhaps he would have cried. But he had had the tears beaten out of him. He couldn't cry. Not even when he wanted to.
He had also been told ever since he was the young age of three that he wasn't to cry, because he was a sissy.
And now that he was sixteen, it would be wrong to cry, men don't cry.
He had no idea where he would go.
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