I do not own the Phantom...but if I did...well, I'll stop there. Enjoy the story.
I didn't look back as I ran through the city streets as fast as my legs could possibly carry me. My long blond hair began to fall from its pinned place inside the grey hat atop my head. I had no make-up on of any sort, and I wore but a long men's overcoat, baggy and buttoned from the waist so no one saw the one thing that reviled the secret of my feminism. I was relieved not to have on a corset, if I did, I would have surely passed out by now. I never grew fond of corsets; it always felt like someone was trying to demonstrate the Heimlich maneuver in a wrong, painful way.
I ran to the nearest possible building which was the Opera Populaire. I scurried in, hoping the police wouldn't spot my location.
The opera house appeared empty, except for a few visitors. I had to think quickly. Seeing as the only direction I could go was up to the boxes, I headed toward the stairs with all of the confidence I had left in me.
I began hearing loud noises, terrifying ones. The police were there. I looked back to see if they were following. They were no where in sight, but I could hear their footsteps, getting closer. It was foolish of me not to look in front of me, for I tumbled over onto a man after finally looking in front of me. I scrambled to my feet. When I looked up, I had realized my horrible mistake, for there, in front of
me stood HIM. The Opera Ghost, the Phantom of the opera, apparently making his way down from box 5.
All I could do was look up; my face was clouded by confusion and fear. I had lost my hat which served as one of the most important things for my disguise, leaving my hair tangled and falling out of the messy bun on the back of my head. Looking back, I found the police had turned the corner spotting me. I jumped behind the confused phantom, peeking over his shoulder in fear of the men in front of us.
He glanced at me, a look of anger in his eyes as he had no idea what I was up to, and to be honest, neither did I. He looked back at the police, crossing his arms. "What can I do for you, monsieur's?" He asked calmly, but annoyingly.
The head policeman grinned to himself. "Here stand two criminals, the little demon brought us right to the ghost." he thought.
"I'll be killing two birds with one stone." And with that thought, he ordered the men to aim their rifles at us. Horrified when I heard a gunshot as a warning strike, I grasped the Phantom's shoulder without thinking in fear. For some reason, I felt safe standing behind him. But he just glared at me in annoyance.
"There is no need to attempt bloodshed, monsieur's. I was simply going about my business." He calmly stated. The police glared, making a hand signal to fire.