Catch Me If You Can
AN: Hey all : D I do not own Erik…and or The Phantom of the Opera. ^^ R & R Plz 3...My first POTO fic YAY!!!
Plot: What if Erik had not left the Gypsy Circus when he did? AU set around the same time as the movie. Some what Kay based.
Prologue
In the gloom of the night there stalked a tall, dark shadow. Erik walked the fair grounds, his home, his prison, his lot in life.
The Gypsies had been both teacher and captor. Erik had indeed learned many useful things from them, but how he longed for a life where he was not paraded around like a circus animal. He wanted so much more for himself.
In the twenty-tree years he had more or less lived at the gypsy camp he had thought about leaving, had thought about just getting up and waltzing out.
This night was that night he would leave, Erik was tired of this life he needed to get out. He had planned it out the night before every step every detail…well up until one of the dogs woke up, spotted Erik, and wanted to play…and in doing so managing to wake up almost every Damn gypsy in a three mile radius.
Well maybe tomorrow…. "Erik must remember to go left…away from the animals." He thought as he quickly made his way back to his tent…He hated that tent, with its faded black material, the mud incrusted rugs, and the dirty, thin cot…what a life.
Luckily none of the gypsies even suspected that the previous nights chaos was his fault, in fact no one would have even guessed that Erik might even think of escape. He after all was a monster; where would a monster go?
The day was like many before, nothing special the Circus was host to the masses…the accursed masses…people came, got their moneys worth and left,
Erik sat in that damned cage; he would make the bars sing songs of love, happiness, and yes even freedom. When the crowd got tied of that he would show them what true magic was, and when that was done he would reveal his face, and show them, for a short time what lay under the black mask, the corpse they had came to see. Their faces would surely join the multitude of faces that haunted his dreams.
That evening the camp was rather quiet, for the next morning would be spent packing up and setting course for the next big town. Erik was sure of one thing…he was not going to that god forsaken place less he be chained to the damned caravan for the rest of his earthly life. He would go as far away from the gypsies as possible; night could not come soon enough.
Finally, the waning moon watched from high above, and Erik was ready…This time he went left; he went undetected.
TBC.
AN: Hope you liked it, please let me know what you think. Thanks a lot =^.^=