Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom of the Opera
I hope you enjoy this story. I kind of played with the idea then I got bored during field day. It was really cold that day and my fingers were nearly frozen numb but this was the result and it's my best story yet. I already have the second part written and will be typing it soon.
My lungs burned but I continued up the stairs. One after another after another, the package clutched to my chest. My whole body screamed in protest as I sped up hearing my pursuer behind me. I rounded a corner and at last the door lay before me. I collapsed onto the large wooden door and staggered out into the cold crisp autumn night. I stumbled for a moment my chest heaving, stuggling to pull air into my starving lungs. A strong gust of wind blew by and the door slammed with a loud and heavy thud. I jumped and whirled at the sound, hugging the package even tighter (too tight 'cause I think I pressed something and it whirred mechanically). I stood there, bent over with a hand on my knee as my mind hunted for a plan. Too late. The door slammed open. I shot up, my eyes narrowing. He stood there gasping for breath. The chilly wind tugged at the remaining hair on his bald headand darkening the already ruddy color on his cheeks. The big man grinned triumphantly bearing his teeth. Then he slowly raised the gun to my height.
"No…escaping…now…lass," He puffed, his fat gut jiggling with every breath. "Time fer…ye to give…give it up."He clutched his chest
"No!" I shouted standing my ground."I'm not doin' anything you say. Not until i know what's goin' on!" I started to sneak backwards, clenching my teeth to keep them from clacking together. His grip tightened on the gun.
" Don't even think about it, lass," He ordered his breath slowing. " It wouldn' be the firs' time I shotsome American thief." He chuckled maliciously. "But ye already know that. Don' ye" He sneered making it more of a statement than a question. My eyes burned as tears crept out.
"Dad," I gasped quietly before gritting my teeth. Again he grinned
" So ye didn' know. Well…" He shrugged "Now ye do." That's when I began to sprint away with only one thought in my mind: I can't let him get away with this. I need to do something. He. Can't. Win.I repeated the last bit over and over to myself, faster and faster, like the beeping from the package. I heard gunshots and pain shot through my left arm. I screamed out my fear and pain… Then jumped off the roof,twisting in the air sonothing would happen to the package whenever I hit the…I heard one final long tone from the package, then silence.
What do you think? I really want to know! Please review! PLEASE! Please let me know if I should keep writing or stop wasting my time. I don't want much just a good or bad. Thank you.