I always heard a voice when I was smaller... a voice which had a tune that would never leave my head... yet, when Mother brought Christine to the Opera House, I never heard that voice again... until the time that the Opera House was destroyed...
Chapter One: His Mask
I just currently disobeyed mother and came down with the mob. Of course, I haven't come to go after the Phantom- I'm worried about Christine. She's been so scared lately, and it seems as if we're falling apart. Mother will be so mad with me... she'll eventually find out somehow that I came down here... she always finds out when I'm up to mischief. Yet, I can't leave my best friend down here all alone. Christine has gone through a lot lately. She met her Angel of Music- the angel of which was sent from her father, yet... he's not what she wanted. He's a Phantom to her... the Phantom that has cursed this opera house. I feel sorry for the Opera Ghost... he seems to be misunderstood. Yet, I wonder what all happened between him and Christine. Now that I think about it, Raoul hasn't been around lately either... Christine's engaged with Raoul, at least that's what I last heard. If she would talk to me more often, then I would know. Yet, it seems that once Raoul showed up, and she got popular, she hasn't been associating with me much. I'm a little depressed about this. My best friend isn't talking to me. She is stuck in a love triangle- a triangle that happens to make her distant. Mother has noticed this as well... she told me a few times that she was worried about Christine. That's why I came down here... to find Christine- just Christine. Yet, every time that I see the Opera Ghost... something inside me stirs. No... I mustn't think about that, I need to find Christine.
I finally made it all the way to the Phantom's lair. It was abandoned. Nobody was here, nothing... absolutely nothing is here. I carefully walked up some steps, to find something rather interesting. "A mask?" I picked up the mask that I found. There's no doubt about it, this is definately the Phantom's mask, I know this, because I always have observed him from afar... Every time that I saw even a mere movement, I knew that he was there... I don't know why, but I always felt myself driven to find out more about him. Perhaps it's because of how mysterious he is... plus, all those warnings that Mother gave... she made it sound like he did nothing but murder, but I never thought of him like that. He's probably in pain... pain from the world seeing his face- no one deserves to go through that much pain... perhaps I should bring the mask back to him...
Straightening up, I tightened my grip on the mask and started to walk down a dark path- I could see nothing- black, nothing but pitch black. I tried my best to ignore the noises- those of the distant mob and the dirty rats that crawled throughout the place. I walked as silent as I could, but I could hear my footsteps echoing. The next thing I knew, there was a hand on my shoulder, and I was immediately turned around. I let out a small gasp, surprised of this sudden movement. It was too dark to see... I didn't know who touched my shoulder- no idea who is right in front of me. My heart was beating so quickly, I'm sure that whoever this is hears my heartbeat. So loud, I think that it's even skipping beats. I started to calm myself down by taking deep breathes. It was then when I heard a whisper in my ear, "Meg Giry... daughter of Madame Giry?" Whoever this was, his voice was so familiar, hypnotizing. Someone that I felt I could trust. "Come. We're getting out of here." My arm was suddenly grabbed, and I was being led somewhere in this labyrinth. Who is this person? Why is he leading me? Where is Christine? I wanted to ask him questions, but my breath kept them in. Eventually, I found myself in a small amount of candlelight, enough to see the distorted face in front of me. The face that has caused so much pain and suffering for this man. The one that denied him the proper entrance to this world. I stared at his face, knowing that I didn't want to look at it. Hideous, yet I knew never to judge a book from it's cover. I was scared to death, trembling, I slowly brought the mask up, to his hands. "Th-this is yours...." My body wouldn't stop shaking. I couldn't control myself. I wanted to leave, yet I wanted to stay at the same time. I looked into his eyes, I could tell from looking in them that Christine broke his heart. I knew not to bring up that name towards him. Not Christine or Raoul. I wanted to talk to him, but nothing would come out of my mouth.
I remained staring into his eyes, holding out his mask, when he finally grabbed it from me. He didn't say a word of thanks or anything, he just took the mask and put it on his face. The mob was getting closer... I heard the voices getting louder. The Phantom grabbed my arm again and started leading me away.
"Wh...Where are... we going?" I asked. Nothing- no responce what-so-ever. Dragging me through this long labyrinth, I tried my best to not think about what was happening, but so much was happening. And I knew in the back of my mind that I have been hoping for an adventure like this to happen. His grip went softer on me, as if he knew that even if he let go, I would follow him. I gave a small smile, and we stopped in front of a wall. He looked at me, "Trust me, you won't be harmed." With that said, he let go of my arm completely and he smashed a mirror. I was a little shocked to find out that the mirror he just smashed was a secret passageway. Of course, I remember that Christine's room had a mirror with a passageway- I went into that day, and Mother found out somehow... forcing me to leave. He started to walk into the broken mirror he glanced back at me for a moment, then continued to walk.
He told me to trust him... told me that I won't be harmed. I always felt as if I could trust him- even if Mother never wanted me near him. I still was a little frightened, but regardless, I walked into the mirror.
After a good half hour, we finally made it somewhere. I observed the area- it was full of strange instruments and sheet music. He grabbed some of the items and looked at me. "Grab as much as you can carry." I obeyed him- I knew that going against his word wouldn't be smart. So, I started to pick up sheet music. I then realized something on the ground- a doll of some sort. Picking it up, I realized that the doll was wearing the exact same clothes that I was wearing. It was a little scary... the doll looked exactly like me. The Phantom then looked at me, "Come... let us go."