Disclaimer: I own nothing, The Phantom Of The Opera and Sherlock Homes plus all the characters do not work for me. I OWN NOTHING.

Note: This does not follow the story line of the phantom of the Opera so don't tell me that I did not do it exactly. Maybe a little Out of character but it is supposed to be.

I hope you enjoy and also remember, if you don't review I may scrap this idea before it even begins. I'll write another chapter if I get five reviews :p
Aren't I just evil?


Act 1 scene 1: The auction house

The year is 2040 and the London fog looms over the city creating a sense of eerie stillness.

Outside the Auction house children ran about playing tag and jumping rope, paying no heed to the old man being wheeled into the Auction house, not knowing of the magnificent tale of horror, love, and longing that was about to unfold.

Click. Click.

The sound of the wooden gavel meeting a wooden stand echoed through out the room.

An old man was wheeled in though the door and placed across from the other group of people. They seemed all of the same age group, old, past their prime. But these people looked as though they had much to tell.

The auctioneer, plump, balding, stood at his stand auctioning off the many items on the list.

The old man glanced about the room and noticed a few familiar faces.

Oh, how indeed. That this auction would be the final ending of the wonderful performances that they all had played.

"Next we have this beautiful skull music box, said to be from an actual human itself. Found in the passages of the underground London channels. Said to be a highly collectible collector's piece. Still plays and is in full working order. As demonstrated here."

The stage hand that had been displaying the piece twisted the spring in the back and the crowd watched in awe as the skull began to play a wonderful tune that moved with a sorrowful atmosphere as its jaw moved up and down.

" Let us start the bidding at 10 pounds."

"Here!"

"20 pounds."

"Here!"

"Do we have 30 pounds?"

"Yup!"

"Here!"

"40 pounds."

"Here Gov."

"Do I hear 50 pounds?"

The old man in the wheelchair looked at the lady who had been bidding against him. She was old, with defined lines sculpting her yet beautiful face. They both shared a conversation in that second glance. And she smiled at his seemingly pleading expression.

"50 pounds?"

Both the Auctioneer and the old man stared at her to see just what she would do.

...

She shook her head.

"Alright. 40 pounds going once. Going twice And SOLD, to DI Gregory Lestrade thank you sir."

Amongst the crowd the man waited for the stage hand to bring him what was now his.

The man sat their as he held the skull and admired the details of the skull. Its texture was rough and the skull was chipped and cracked in various places on its cranium. The cracks to the right of the skull's eye socket were deep, but obviously an original work of art.

The old woman glanced with thoughtful eyes as he examined the music box.

'Oh what beauty.' The man thought.

'A collectors piece indeed. Every detail, exactly as he said.'

"Now for our next item for sale, you all may recall certain events ordaining to the Phantom of London? Well, we have for sale the very revolver said to be used by The Phantom itself. Thought to have his insignia on the butt of the handle, unfortunatly do to excessive damage, now, illegible."

The crowd went into a bit of a panic thinking of the very silhouette that plagued London for years. The people searched about the room with frightened eyes, looking for the dark figure said to have always emerge from the shadows themselves. Their eyes darting from one corner of the room to the other, as if, by just mentioning the name of The Phantom, would be enough to resurrect the horrific being from its grave.

There was only two who seemed to remain oblivious to the panic around them. Both not bothering to look about the room for the ghostly figure but instead, their gazes were focused on the playing skull, as if deep in thought.

As if remembering.

'Will you still play when all the rest of us are dead?'


Will continue the story if I get 5 nice reviews :)