September 1963
If I were to tell you about her, the angel without a voice, what could I say?
I would tell you that she is relatively hard to pick out in a crowd, for she looks almost ordinary; with her thick golden curls always tied back with a black ribbon, pale skin, and sad blue eyes she is the image of an ordinary worker. She is also dressed always in a teal blue cleaner's dress with white collar, arm cuffs, and buttons. On occasion, the most colorful item she would wear is a red, bright but slightly faded, sweater, something her mother once wore before her death after her birth.
Her name is Christine Daae, and she is also a mute.
When her father, Admiral Gustave Daae, was sent off to war during World War II, she was taken into the care of a Mrs. Antoinette Giry and her child, Marguerite Giry. Since Christine and Meg were close in age, the two spent much time together, laughing, playing, and oblivious to the War. However, even tragedy can strike without a moment's notice.
A telegram reached the Giry's home a few weeks before the beginning of the end. Gustave's group had been captured and killed by a group of Nazi spies that had been working within the command to destroy the company. Gustave had managed to save some of his charges before he was torturered and killed.
It caused Christine a great grief that she never smiled or laughed again. Her voice had gone silent and she never spoke again after that moment. The loss of her father, doctor's told Mrs. Giry, had caused Christine's voice to silence itself. It was a very rare case indeed. Trapped, but not gone.
It was then that Christine learned signage to help her new guardians communicate with her. She often sign small stuff, like how her day went or if she wanted something particular for dinner.
And even now, as days go by with her cleaning and scrubbing the halls of a laboratory, she still manages to sign and strike a small conversation with Meg, who also works beside her.
The day usually goes as follows:
6:30 am – Wake up
6:45-7am – Shower, if possible
7-7:20am – Dress and hair
7:20-7:45am – Breakfast with Mrs. Giry and Meg
8:00am – Leave with Meg to work
8:15am – Punch in
8:15am-12pm – Clean Top Floors 1-3
12:15pm-1pm – Lunch
1:15pm-5pm – Clean Basement Floors 5 & 6
5:15pm – Punch Out
5:30pm-6:15pm – Dinner
6:30pm-7:15pm – Free Time
7:30pm – Bed Time
In the end, it was always worth it…
However, again, fate is a fickle thing, and has the tendancy to change and impact the lives that surround it.
It was on a Monday afternoon when Christine and Meg were working in the Basement on floor 5, behind door number 666, when the men brought in an overly-large fish tank.
Now, the room in which Christine and Meg had been assigned to that day was at one point an old storage room that was 20 by 15 feet wide and 17 feet tall. Overly-large for old storage, but perfect for the massive containers that were being brought in. The biggest of the containers was about the size of a swimming pool, 9 feet deep and 9 by 10 feet wide.
Christine watched quietly as the men brought in another tank, this one slightly smaller and filled with water. As they began to fill to larger tank more water, Christine couldn't help but be drawn to the container that was just brought in.
It wasn't known to many, but when Christine was still a little girl, she loved swimming when she and her father owned the cabin on the coast. She would always run into the water on the warm summer days and laugh in delight when the water pushed her back up on the shore.
It was a calming sensation to feel, surrounded by liquid that felt like silk. Christine often loved it more than singing with her dad, and just being near it reminded her of all the happy times before her father passed away.
She began to stroke the glass, watching the water within the container move back and forth, remembering her childhood, when suddenly, a webbed hand reached out and touched the glass under her hand.
She gave a silent yelp and jumped away, knocking over a pail of soapy mopping water.
The metal bucket hit the rock flooring with a loud crash, causing everyone to look up and stare at the woman who knocked it over.
"Christine! Are you ok?" Meg came over to check on her friend.
Christine began signing furiously, 'There's something in that tank over there.'
"What in God's name is going on here!?"
Both women turned to see the furious face of their employer.
"What do you think you're doing!?"
Notes:
Hi all! Pleasure to see my lovely readers again!
So, this is going to be my very first chaptered Phanfic. The idea recently came to me after I saw the new trailer for "The Shape of Water," which is coming out later this year. And if you haven't seen it… WATCH IT BECAUSE IT'S AMAZING!
Anyway, this story is going to follow some of the similarities from the movie trailer as well as the Phantom of the Opera and Creature from the Black Lagoon.
As always, characters don't belong to me, they belong to their respected owners.
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