Stranger Than You Dreamt It
Note: The way I portray the phantom is he is forever young (28) and he looks like Gerry Butler. And also, this is now going to be a disclaimer-My french sucks, the only thing that is right w/ my french is the song in one of the chapters. Please, do not flame me on my french. I do not take french but spanish and I know a little bit of Russian. Thank you very much and I hope y'all enjoy my story!
Prologue
After she left him, he went into a rage. A rage so blinding that he picked up a candelabra, not caring about the wax that dripped down and burned his skin, and began to smash the mirrors around his room. Smashing another mirror, he halted to stare into the darkness that seemed to beckon to him. Looking over his shoulder, he grabbed another mask off the dummy and walked into the darkness, welcoming it's protective covering. Above him, the Opera house continued to burn while the mob reached his lair and were searching around to destroy him. But they found nothing, nothing at all except music box shaped like a barrel organ with a monkey playing the cymbals on top and a white mask beside it.
