New Story, I guess.

Chapter 1: The Heir Was Born, Long Live the Phantom

By: PittsBurghFuzz

She screamed. She screamed in terrible agony, as she was screaming in painful agony. The woman in question, was Christine de Chagny. Raoul and Madame Giry were helping Christine through the process.

"Just push Christine, pushed!" Madame Giry said to Christine loudly.

"Rgh, I'm trying! Oh My God! Help me!" Christine cried as she crushed Raoul's hand.

Then, something happened. Something truly remarkable happened. The baby cried. At first, Christine, Madame Giry and Raoul thought it was someone else crying. However, they were horribly wrong. For it was the child, it was a boy. They knew this without checking his genitals, for cry revealed everything. Most cries are sexless, and unattractive, but this cry was different. This cry sounded like a male. Christine felt fear, she had never felt this terrified since the incident with the Opera Ghost, Erik. The baby's face was like that of a decaying skull. It had a thin layer of skin, covering his skull. The child's nose appeared nearly absent.

"What should we name, 'it'?" Madame Giry asked.

"What should we name it," Raoul yelled, "how about how we should kill it?"

Madame Giry slapped Raoul. "Do you want to burn?" she asked him.

"I think we would be doing the child a favor." Raoul told her.

Christine did not speak. She felt separated from the two conversing, as if she was rendered a ghost, and of no importance. Christine then gave the child an appropriate name.

"Aricin." Christine said loudly.

"What?" Raoul asked.

"Aricin, that will be his name." She said cradling the child. "Aricin" means "king's son".

"I thought we were going to kill, 'Aricin'!" Raoul yelled.

"You are not going to kill my child!" Christine said, holding the child away from Raoul.

Raoul walked out of the room, and nearly bumped into the man entering. He walked into the room

"Daroga!" Madame Giry said surprised.

"Good morning Madame Giry," Nadir said, "good morning Christine, I see the heir is born" the daorga said with a slight grin.

Christine looked mad. "Madame Giry, please leave us."

"Yes Christine." Madame Giry said. She closed the door.

"What are you doing here?" Christine said hatefully.

"I know who the father is Christine." Nadir told her.

"And?"

"Well, I have something quite interesting." he replied.

"Yes? What is it?"

"His will."

"Read it to me." Christine said.

The daroga sat on an armchair and opened the letter.

"Well, since I am the trustee of Erik's estate, then I must read you his will myself."

"Okay then."

"Alright. Once I have left this earth, I have a few, but very important requests. First, I wish for the trustee, also known as Nadir Khan. Just in case you didn't know, that is me." Nadir quipped.

"Go on." Christine coldly said.

"I would like my funds to be divided up. I wish for Mrs. Raoul de Chagny to receive fifty percent of my money. I would like the trustee and Madame Giry each to have fifteen percent of my funds. I would also, like any related to my blood, to receive the remaining twenty percent. That would be your son." Nadir pointed at Aricin.

Christine looked down at her child.

"Shall I continue?" Nadir asked.

Christine nodded.

"This final request, is my most important one. I would like my child, if I have one, to take my place, as the official "Opera Ghost", when they reach the appropriate age. However, the trustee will have instructions on that when the time comes. I thank you in advance for the rendered services. Eternally your, Erik."

"So that was what he wanted?" Christine asked.

Nadir nodded. "He wrote this up after you two,"

"Yeah, I get the picture." Christine told him.

"Well, what else has been new for you?" Nadir asked.

"Well, not much, Meg met a new guy." Christine old him.

"Really!" the daroga said with interest.

"Yeah, he is some count or whatever."

"I see," the daroga got off of his armchair, "oh, I forgot to give you these." The daroga handed Christine a box.

"I will see you later, goodbye Christine."

Nadir left. Christine opened the red velvet box. It had several white masks, of varying sizes.