A/N: Don't own the Phantom. Do own Alice. (Anyone else see a pattern?) This is a modern-ish fic...If you don't like it,
please refrain from reading it. It's probably not very good anyway.
Alice was packing up. She wasn't going on vacation, going to visit a relative, or on a buisness trip.
Alice was running away.
People have many reasons for running away- they have horrible parents, horrible lives, horrible everything.
Alice's parents were seperated, but not horrible. Her life was boring, but not bad. She wanted a change of scenery- nothing was particularly holding her to her home, after all. She just felt like doing something interesting for a change.
She didn't seem to see it would be very interesting.
She left early in the morning, taking all of her money (A good 50 dollars or so) and a spare set of clothing. She had a canteen and a flashlight. Time to go.
As she snuck out, she did not see the report that kept many of the neighbors rivited to their TV screens.
'Earlier this morning, a man thought to be severely deranged and very dangerous escaped from the institute in New York City. He is a known killer. Please be on the watch for a tall, gaunt man wearing a mask...'
A/N: Very short prolouge. I'll write more if you want me to.