"Erik, take off your mask! You look absolutely frightening with it! No angel is supposed to frighten anyone." Nadir scolded his friend next to him.
"It's a good thing then; that I am no angel." Erik scowled behind his mask, swatting at Nadir's hand when it neared his mask, "You know, my friend, that what beneath the mask is even more frightening."
Nadir shook his head. Truly, his face was nothing of the norm but if you got past that then you would realize that Erik's personality was more frightening and Nadir told him just that, getting a playful punch in the shoulder in return.
Suddenly, Erik felt that now familiar prickling feeling inside his chest and winced. Nadir looked at his friend, concerned, "Is she thinking about you again?" Erik's eyes closed and an image of a curly mass of reddish brown hair surrounding a girl flashed into his mind. A sobbing girl. He nodded, rubbing his forehead with his thumbs before opening his eyes, "She's crying."
"She's thinking of you.."
"She's thinking of her 'angel of music'. It's not me she seeks."
Nadir shook his head, his black hair covering his eyes as he did so, "Perhaps you are her 'angel of music'. You were a music prodigy before, weren't you?" Erik nodded.
Music was his passion. He helped several opera houses succeed and some of them, even now, were still popular after a couple hundred of years. He had even started writing a few operas himself though he never had a muse to help him finish them. He was sure that if he lived a little longer then a muse would have come along sooner or later. But alas, someone had gotten the misfortune of seeing him without his mask. They had called him a monster along with other names that he no longer could recall. Even after years of helping them, they had claimed with his face, he was not fit to live in the same world as them. They killed him. Brutally murdered. He shivered when attempted to remember the nightmare. They killed a prodigy. They killed someone who they had before considered a friend. He was a prodigy and look where it got him.
"Never mind them. Jokes on them, really. You're here in heaven and they aren't even allowed in hell." Nadir patted his knee comfortingly, cracking a smile to coax one out of his friend.
Erik smirked, though it was just to appease Nadir. The smirk faded at another jab in his heart. He sighed before closing his eyes.
The girl was praying this time. Her hands, clasped tightly together, were shaking. She let out silent sobs, "Angel of music. My dear angel of music, save me. Rescue me from this madness." Her hands fell to her lap, still tightly clasped. She curled her legs so they reached her knees before they unclasped, weakly staying by her sides, "Rescue me." she whispered staring off into space as she let out one final, heavy sob.
His eyes snapped open, his body standing up abruptly. His face was etched with worry, Nadir's resembling his. Though his was for Christine while Nadir's was for him. "Erik..?" Before he could reply, Raoul flew towards them frantically, "God wishes to see the two of you immediately." Nadir looked over at Erik nervously before he nodded the boy away. Together the two of them headed over God's chambers.
Whelp! There is my first fanfiction that wasn't anime related. At least that I've posted. I recently watched the musical and the idea suddenly came to me and I began writing right after I finished watching so I hope you guys like it!
Akira xx