Ariana
She left with barely a look back. It was over then, his life was over, it had rowed away on something as insignificant as a boat. Anger bubbled within him, but also a deep sorrow that reached into his heart and tore it in two.
He cried then, a broken, shattered, man. He heard the accursed mob making it's rapid decent. Anger completely enveloped him as he shattered the mirror leading to his freedom. Then he was gone, leaving everything behind, his music, his heart, and his mask.
She saw the mask, her nimble fingers picked it up, and she felt a kind of sorrow as she looked at it. This small thing had turned a man into a ghost. This small thing had turned a man into a monster to some extent. This small thing had given a man the only face he had ever known.
She looked towards the shattered mirror, suddenly feeling the urge to go in pursuit of this strange man who had loved a woman, kidnapped her, and set her free. She fought this impulse instead looking towards the mob. They were destroying his world without a care. She felt something break inside her as they ripped his music and burned his possessions.
She had to get away from these monsters disguised as people, so she did the one thing she tried with all her being not to do. She got up slowly and began walking towards the broken mirror, but before she could make it to the golden frame and feel the shattered glass crunch beneath her shoes, she heard someone call her name, taking her from her trance.
"ARIANA!"
End of ch. 1
Ariana froze at the sound of her name and looked back to see Mag Giry running towards her.
"What are you doing?" Meg asked.
Ariana shrugged "Nothing, I was just looking at the mirror, I can't believe he did that."
"I can! He's a monster, Ariana, it's just in his nature to be destructive." Ariana just nodded and looked toward the mirror again. Even Meg, her best friend, called this man a monster...but even so she felt an urge to go to the mirror and walk through its golden frame.
"Meg...I feel tired, I think I'm going to get some rest." Ariana said.
"Yes, that sounds like a good idea, who wouldn't be tired after all that's happend tonight?"
"So I'll talk to you tomorrow then." Ariana said, and walked towards the exit as if to leave, but instead made a quick right effectively hiding behind the closest wall. It was there, behind that wall, that she waited for an opening so she could make a run to the mirror. As soon as the coast was clear she made the run that changed her life forever.
Erik just kept running through that cold, dark, tunnel. He never looked back...he never wanted to.
'I hope I die here.' he thought. Such a bleak thought for such an incredible man...I wish the world would not have treated him poorly...but my wishes will not change the ways of the world, so...back to the story.
Erik stopped...he heard someone running behind him. He looked around for some form of weapon and found a long metal rod, from what...I must admit I'm not sure. 'This will have to do.' he thought. He hid behind a wall and waited for the pursuer. Eventually he came into view and Erik swung the rod hitting him hard in the face. The man fell backward with a small yelp. Erik went to him and grabbed him by the throat. He looked into the unconcious pursuer's face and realized it was no man, but a woman. He let go of her throat...he had no desire to kill a woman. He laid her head down gently and her eyes began to flutter open.
End of ch. 2
Erik saw the woman's eyes flutter open and froze, a deep since of panic rose in his stomach almost making him sick. She opened her eyes...he closed his waiting for the scream of terror, but none came, instead all he heard was a soft voice say "It's you."
Erik opened his eyes there was something about those words that hurt worse than a scream. Anger flashed in his green orbs "Yes it's me," he screamed "The Phantom of The Opera! Is that how you know me?!?! As nothing but a monster...a beast?
"No!" Ariana screamed, angry to be accused of something so horrible.
"Ah you jest my dear for I as well as you know all too well the stories...the stories of a monster who lives in the rafters...or is it the underground you heard about considering it IS the most well known story? Is that not how you know me?"
"I...Yes...but-" Ariana stuttered.
"Let me tell you something madam. This man, this...thing, you see before you has a heart. I may not be a man to you, I may just be...a beast...I may be NOTHING! But I am a man! I have a heart, I have a brain, I have tears..." with those words Erik began to cry. His tears hurt Ariana...how could people deny this poor man a life...a love...a freedom.
"Though my face may be twisted my heart is not. I can love, I can hate, I can feel pity on myself. I have my thoughts, my dreams, my ambitions, but what good are they...I will never be accepted by the world of men." Ariana began to cry. Erik looked towards her suprise evident on his face. "Why are you crying?" he asked.
"Your story...it makes me-"
"Let me guess PITY ME? I am TIRED of people's pity. I do not want to be pitied like some sort of dog whose been thrown out on the street."
"I don't pity you...I pity people, that they can hurt someone so...enchanting." Ariana looked up at Erik tears streaking her face. Erik was frozen to say the least. He had never been called 'enchanting' before and it took him a moment to let it sink it.
"You think I'm enchanting? Forgive me, but I've never been described in such a word before...and it took me quite by suprise."
"Why should it...I don't think there's any other way to describe you." Erik had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. Not a bad feeling like the feeling a mother gets when she believes there's something wrong with her child...or the feeling you get when you know something is wrong...this feeling was...extraordinary...and made him feel wonderful. He realized then there was something about this girl...her warm, soft, brown eyes, her beautiful brown curls atop her head, that made him feel this way. It wasn't...lust...as he felt with Christine, but something more, something much more.
End of ch. 3 PhantomErikPhan wrote this first part and I am borrowing her story with her permission. I don't own the characters except for the ones I add. I am finishing it for her since she didn't have the time to. And now for Ch. 4. Which from here on out I have written, but this story is not mine but hers. Just letting everyone know.
