Tim Fortune

Presents

Phantom Part 6

A/N: He here! The Phantom of the Opera! You finally get to meet him in this chapter. To answer a recent review that went:

Mizamour: Oh, awesome! I love the phantom! Just wondering, how did he get a place underneath the stage? If this is anything like my school, the security's so strict for things like that that a tech would barely be able to get back there, let alone a goth-looking guy in a strange costume. But, then again, he is the Phantom:) Write more!

First off he's a man. He's just my version of the Phantom and secondly, he's a recluse, he found it and there are more passages to it other than beneath the stage. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Phantom of the Opera. It owns me!

Emmy landed with a thud on a pile of conveniently placed mattresses. Where am I? She thought as she was feeling around in the dark. She walked a couple of feet and came to a dimly lit room.

She couldn't make out too much of it. Emmy saw two things that caught her eye. One was a throne with what looked like skulls on the top. On a cushion near the bottom, there were two letters, G and C. Gerard Crawford Emmy thought as she looked at it.

The 2nd thing to catch her eye was a glass case. In it was a skateboard that was snapped in half. Who would keep something like that? Emmy thought. She had a lot of thoughts about this place.

Over in the corner, she could see the back end of a piano. Emmy went closer to investigate, when music started playing. Then the singing began:

Nighttime sharpens

Heightens each sensation

Darkness stirs

And wakes imagination

Silently the senses

Abandon their defenses

Helpless to resist the notes I write

For I compose the Music of the Night.

The beautiful notes took Emmy in. Sure, she had heard the song before, sung by many different people, but hearing him (Gerard she reminded herself) sing it, she could feel the true emotions behind it. Gerard continued:

Slowly gently

Night unfurls its splendor

Grasp it sense it

Tremulous and tender

Turn your face away

From the garish light of day

Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light

And listen to the Music of the Night.

Emmy was swimming in pure ecstasy. Excellent Gerard thought and kept on singing:

Close your eyes

And surrender to your darkest dreams

Purge your thoughts of the world of the life you knew before

Close your eyes

And let your spirit start to soar!

And you'll live

As you never lived before.

Yes! Soon she'll be mine he thought as he continued to play and sing:

Softly deftly

Music shall caress you

Hear it feel it

Secretly possess you

Open up your mind

Let your fantasies unwind

In this darkness which you know you cannot fight

The darkness of the Music of the Night.

Emmy was just standing there taking it in. She tottered back and forth a little. Gerard kept singing taking pleasure in what he was doing:

Let your mind start a journey

To a strange new world

Leave your thoughts of the world you knew before

Let your soul take you where you long to be!

Only then will you belong to me.

The power at which he expelled "be" caused Emmy to faint. Gerard got up from his piano and looked at her. "God, she's beautiful." He muttered to himself, his hand feeling his face beneath his hair. He bent down and picked her up. He began to sing as he carried her in his arms:

Floating falling

Sweet intoxication

Touch me, trust me

Savor each sensation

Let the dream begin

Let your darker side give in

To the power of the music that I write

The power of the Music of the Night!

Pushing Emmy's limp body through the trapdoor, a boy named Gerard Crawford came out on the stage. Looking around, he saw what would be his aboveground domain, something he could shine at since… "Since the accident." He said feeling the right side of his face. Shrugging it off, he placed Emmy next to a pole. She'll think she nodded off he thought. As he climbed down the trapdoor, he finished singing, always looking at Emmy:

You alone can make my song take flight

Help me make the Music of the Niiiiiiiiiggggghhhhhhtttttttt!

And he shut the trapdoor.

A/N: Answers a few questions, but raises some more. One I already answered. The others will be answered in the following chapters.