An: This very short. But look beneath THE END for a pleasant surprise.
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The Phantom
It was a dark night and in the theatre everything was dark and no sound could be heard. Apart from the sound of someone playing a violin. In the theatre no one was there except the Phantom. Some people said he was the ghost of a performer, others said he was the ghost of someone who went there but was killed when the chandelier fell. No one even suspected he wasn't actually dead. He wore a black suit with a black cape and a black top hat. He wore a white drama mask with eyes and a mouth painted on it in black. His cape was black with a red inside. He also wore white gloves. He had a rapier in his belt. Then a door opened and a man shone a lantern around. "Is there anyone there?" he called. Then he saw the Phantom. "Please Phantom, don't hurt me!" And all the Phantom did was laugh, get up and walk away.
The next day the man told people about what he saw. Everyone said he had just been hallucinating. But that night, during a performance, people saw a man sitting on the chandelier. Halfway through the performance people heard violin music. Then the Phantom jumped onto the stage, pulled out his rapier and put it to the neck of the woman who was singing. The slightest twitch would slit her throat. "Hello, everyone," the Phantom said calmly. "Please Phantom we'll give you whatever you want!" someone said. "Firstly, my name is not Phantom! And secondly......." he said, turning his head to the woman. He flicked his hand and the woman fell to the ground. "It appears that your terms are.... unacceptable." and with that he began to laugh. Then his laughter was cut off by a deep, booming voice. PHANTOM, YOUR TIME HAS COME. "Fine," Nathan said. "Just a minute. I need to show everyone who I am." And he took off his mask. Everyone recognised the pure white hair and the evil smile, but what they recognised most was the completely red eyes. It was the assassin Dilandau Albatou. He had been known to dabble in black magic. Actually, he didn't just dabble. He was quite a master of it all. He only lost a battle once and that was a chess match with Death himself. He threw down the mask and there was a flash. All that was on the stage was a woman lying on the floor, dead.
THE END
THE HELL IT IS
It was a dark night and in the theatre everything was dark and no sound could be heard. Apart from the sound of someone playing a violin. In the theatre no one was there except the Phantom. Some people said he was the ghost of a performer, others said he was the ghost of someone who went there but was killed when the chandelier fell. No one even suspected he wasn't actually dead. He wore a black suit with a black cape and a black top hat. He wore a white drama mask with eyes and a mouth painted on it in black. His cape was black with a red inside. He also wore white gloves. He had a rapier in his belt. Then a door opened and a man shone a lantern around. "Is there anyone there?" he called. Then he saw the Phantom. "Please Phantom, don't hurt me!" And all the Phantom did was laugh, get up and walk away.
The next day the man told people about what he saw. Everyone said he had just been hallucinating. But that night, during a performance, people saw a man sitting on the chandelier. Halfway through the performance people heard violin music. Then the Phantom jumped onto the stage, pulled out his rapier and put it to the neck of the woman who was singing. The slightest twitch would slit her throat. "Hello, everyone," the Phantom said calmly. "Please Phantom we'll give you whatever you want!" someone said. "Firstly, my name is not Phantom! And secondly......." he said, turning his head to the woman. He flicked his hand and the woman fell to the ground. "It appears that your terms are.... unacceptable." and with that he began to laugh. Then his laughter was cut off by a deep, booming voice. PHANTOM, YOUR TIME HAS COME. "Fine," Nathan said. "Just a minute. I need to show everyone who I am." And he took off his mask. Everyone recognised the pure white hair and the evil smile, but what they recognised most was the completely red eyes. It was the assassin Dilandau Albatou. He had been known to dabble in black magic. Actually, he didn't just dabble. He was quite a master of it all. He only lost a battle once and that was a chess match with Death himself. He threw down the mask and there was a flash. All that was on the stage was a woman lying on the floor, dead.
THE END
THE HELL IT IS