SSCC- HEY ALL!

kai- what the hell are you doing back with another new story!? what about all the other unfinished ones!?

SSCC- quiet you! im having trouble with face of stone!!

tyson- but its been over a year now!!

SSCC- i know! i know!! and i feel terrible!! but i cant think of the ending anymore! im getting writers block with that story!! BUT!! i promise to finish it!!

tala- cant you just get on with the story??

kai- tala?! what are you doing here??

tyson- duh, he's in the story!!

SSCC- yes and on that note, tyson! can you do the disclaimer plesase??

tyson- what do i get in return??

SSCC- hmm food for a life time??

tsyon- DONE! SSCC doesnt own beyblades or phantom of the opera!

SSCC- Thank you! now enjoy the fic!! ENJOY IT!! T.T glare

Phantom of the Opera: Beyblade Style!

Prologue: Hidden Away

/Paris 1858/

"Get up!"

A small boy about 7 years old with bright blue eyes and bright red hair opened his eyes feebly. A tall rather fat man stood over him, a whip in his hands. The boy's eyes widened and gave a yelp of pain as the whip came down on his back. He tried to hold back his tears as the man grabbed a fistful of his hair.

"Now… get up" said the man with an evil sneer. "I have big plans for you tonight. You miserable child"

He dragged him into a small tent ignoring the whimpers of pain from the boy. He threw the boy to the floor.

"Now" he said. "We are going to show our audience a new attraction, something that they've never seen before. And you my little friend are going to help us"

"I- I am?" the boy whispered looking up surprised.

The fat man smiled. "Yes. Do you know the name of the show?" the boy shook his head. "It's called the Devil's Child. A person so ugly and monstrous that he must be the Devil's son"

The boy eyes widened again when he saw that the man was holding a knife and a branding iron. He made a dash for the exit, but the man grabbed him by his neck and threw him down. He slammed the branding iron onto the left side of the boys face. The boy screamed loudly before kicking the man off him. The man growled angrily like a wounded bull. He ran towards the boy again.

"You little monster!!' he bellowed.

But this time the boy was ready. He grabbed a rope and placed it around the charging man's neck. He pulled as hard as he could. The man cried out in pain before falling down onto the ground. Dead.

"Ahh…master?" the boy gasped dropping the rope. "What have I done?"

He looked around quickly before ducking out of the tent. He ran passed the people of the circus without being notice. The pain on his face made him to silently cry as he ran into the cold, deserted streets of Paris. He ran ignoring the searing pain that now was moving up his face. He was so focused on running that he anciently ran into a young woman (age: about 18). They both fell back onto the hard brick road.

"Ow… are you ok?" the woman asked picking herself up off the ground and waking towards the boy.

"G-get away!" the boy shouted cradling his face and now bruised arm. "L-leave me alone!"

The girl frowned. "That's not very nice for someone trying to help you. Here, give me your hand. My name is Judy. I'm a dancer at the Opera Populiar. What is your name?"

The boy shook his head. Judy frowned and offered her hand which he took gratefully. Suddenly there was shouting and the light of torches as shouting was heard from where the boy came from.

"That little monster will pay for this!"

"He killed the Master! He will hang!"

"No! We will torture him first!"

Judy was startled as she looked down at the boy. The boy looked so scared. Judy made up her mind in a single second.

"Come with me!" she whispered firmly.

She grabbed his hand and ran through the streets away from the crowd. They ran for a long time, until they finally came to a tall brick building.

"Quick!" Judy whispered. "In here! I'll meet u later!"

She gently shoved the boy into a small window that led to a basement. He quickly slid into the building. He watched her shadow disappear and soon the mob came. But they walked right passed the small window like it didn't even exist. He let out a sigh of relief before looking around. It was a grand, dark, damp underground of the new opera house that he had heard travelers talk about. He explored a little bit and found a lake which surprised him more. He looked at his reflection in the water and drew back in horror. Slowly, he crept over to the water's edge and stared. His face on the left side had been deformed from the branding iron. His hand slowly touched the deformed flesh like it was a dream or a poisonous plant.

"I'm…I really am a monster" he choked sadly.

He looked at the reflection again before throwing a stone into the water disturbing the water making the figure fade.

"I will never venture out of this place again" he declared. "This will be my new home! I will give myself a name and hid in the shadows so no one will see the monster I've become!"

And thus the story of the Phantom of the Opera was born…

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SSCC- so that was really short...but the next chapter is coming!!

tyson- poor kid, SSCC, you're so mean!

SSCC- i dont try to be!! but its just how it goes!

kai- please review!

tyson- ja ne!