Chapter 1 : Erik
Air filled my lungs as I took a deep breath in. Breathing out, it dawned on me that I shouldn't be able to breathe, because I was dead or was suposed to be. The air that surrounded me was different from the stale, damp air from in the bowls of the opera. I took another deep breath, keeping my eyes closed I let my senses grasp my surroundings. Nothing felt familiar. The bed that I was resting on wasn't the bed in the Victoria Room. I opened my eyes and found myself starring at a low white ceiling. Something in the middle of the ceiling was spinning at an alarming speed. I lefted my hand up to rub my right temple, as soon as I touched my skin, I jerked my hand away and bolted straight up in the unfamiliar bed the dull throb behind my right temple exploded making me fall back into the bed. I shut my eyes. No matter how hard I tried though I couldn't get the image of the room out of my mind. It was now forever etched into me. The room had been somewhat small and smile but that wasn't grabbed my attention it was the strange objects that I had never seen before, there a black cubed shape that had a glassy front to it surrounded by duller black.
Something told me that I wasn't in my home anymore, or even in Paris if my senses tell me true. I tried to remember how I got here. The last thing I could recall was that I was lying on my back and waiting for death to take me to the next phase of this enternal circle of life, when a glow caressed my bare face.
"I have a gift for you Erik..."
"You have to go faith."
I opened my eyes, my head pain gone. I sat up in the bed, actaully feeling more healthy and alive than I had for a very long time. I automatically reached for my mask and felt it on the side of me. I put it on my face, I frowned. The mask didn't feel right against my skin. The mask pinched my chin and was completely cutting off circulation to my nose.
NOSE?!
I rushed out of the bed, my feet landing with a lous click when I hit the floor. I looked down and saw that I was still completely dressed in my evening attire. I hurried into the bathroom, took off my mask, took a deep breath and looked into the mirror.
My face...
I was in one word beautiful. My hair was thick and black, falling to my shoulders. My smooth even skin had the faint glow of youth to it. My face it's self was flawless, my nose right and straight, my black eyebrows arched gracefully over my blue gaze, My eyes were still the same, if they were still the same as before then.., I opened my mouth and with the ability that even surprised me, I sang the scale, my voice floating down through the open window and into the world below. I stopped and gazed back into the mirror. Someone I didn't know, yet knew completely looked back at me. I turned and raked my hand through my thick hair. My fingers thankfully retained the same length and elegance that allowed me to master virtually any instruament that was placed before. I looked around the bright small room, with its closed in walls and little yellow painted suns on the tightening walls. I needed air, and I needed it now. I went into the main room and put on my jacket and cloak. I grabbed my fedora hat, placed it on my head and tilted it to shadow were my mask usually lay. I put the mask on my face, made sure I had my trusty punjab lasso in my jacket pocket and put on my gloves. I have no idea of how I got into this place, but I'm not planning on staying here another moment.
I turned, my cloak swirling around my legs and I walked to the door, not giving the room another thought. I turned the knob on the door and into the hall. I saw a young woman down the hall.
I naturally turned from her and headed down the poorly made hall and met with a group of people who were getting into a little box.. I passed them and saw a door with a stair case pictured on the front. I opened the door and followed the steps downward. The trek, in my old body would have taken twice as long as it took me now, in my barrowed young body. I reached the bottom and opened the door that the small hallway leading from the base of stairs led too.
I opened the door stepped out of the hall and into a world that I never thought I would see.
**Author's note** If you are reading this, proves to me that my story isnt horrible. I have a small request now. I need phans. Anyone who wants to be in this please tell me when you review. Its not going to be like "Night at the Opera", "The Rebellion" or "Phan Brother." Just review and put faith in me.
Air filled my lungs as I took a deep breath in. Breathing out, it dawned on me that I shouldn't be able to breathe, because I was dead or was suposed to be. The air that surrounded me was different from the stale, damp air from in the bowls of the opera. I took another deep breath, keeping my eyes closed I let my senses grasp my surroundings. Nothing felt familiar. The bed that I was resting on wasn't the bed in the Victoria Room. I opened my eyes and found myself starring at a low white ceiling. Something in the middle of the ceiling was spinning at an alarming speed. I lefted my hand up to rub my right temple, as soon as I touched my skin, I jerked my hand away and bolted straight up in the unfamiliar bed the dull throb behind my right temple exploded making me fall back into the bed. I shut my eyes. No matter how hard I tried though I couldn't get the image of the room out of my mind. It was now forever etched into me. The room had been somewhat small and smile but that wasn't grabbed my attention it was the strange objects that I had never seen before, there a black cubed shape that had a glassy front to it surrounded by duller black.
Something told me that I wasn't in my home anymore, or even in Paris if my senses tell me true. I tried to remember how I got here. The last thing I could recall was that I was lying on my back and waiting for death to take me to the next phase of this enternal circle of life, when a glow caressed my bare face.
"I have a gift for you Erik..."
"You have to go faith."
I opened my eyes, my head pain gone. I sat up in the bed, actaully feeling more healthy and alive than I had for a very long time. I automatically reached for my mask and felt it on the side of me. I put it on my face, I frowned. The mask didn't feel right against my skin. The mask pinched my chin and was completely cutting off circulation to my nose.
NOSE?!
I rushed out of the bed, my feet landing with a lous click when I hit the floor. I looked down and saw that I was still completely dressed in my evening attire. I hurried into the bathroom, took off my mask, took a deep breath and looked into the mirror.
My face...
I was in one word beautiful. My hair was thick and black, falling to my shoulders. My smooth even skin had the faint glow of youth to it. My face it's self was flawless, my nose right and straight, my black eyebrows arched gracefully over my blue gaze, My eyes were still the same, if they were still the same as before then.., I opened my mouth and with the ability that even surprised me, I sang the scale, my voice floating down through the open window and into the world below. I stopped and gazed back into the mirror. Someone I didn't know, yet knew completely looked back at me. I turned and raked my hand through my thick hair. My fingers thankfully retained the same length and elegance that allowed me to master virtually any instruament that was placed before. I looked around the bright small room, with its closed in walls and little yellow painted suns on the tightening walls. I needed air, and I needed it now. I went into the main room and put on my jacket and cloak. I grabbed my fedora hat, placed it on my head and tilted it to shadow were my mask usually lay. I put the mask on my face, made sure I had my trusty punjab lasso in my jacket pocket and put on my gloves. I have no idea of how I got into this place, but I'm not planning on staying here another moment.
I turned, my cloak swirling around my legs and I walked to the door, not giving the room another thought. I turned the knob on the door and into the hall. I saw a young woman down the hall.
I naturally turned from her and headed down the poorly made hall and met with a group of people who were getting into a little box.. I passed them and saw a door with a stair case pictured on the front. I opened the door and followed the steps downward. The trek, in my old body would have taken twice as long as it took me now, in my barrowed young body. I reached the bottom and opened the door that the small hallway leading from the base of stairs led too.
I opened the door stepped out of the hall and into a world that I never thought I would see.
**Author's note** If you are reading this, proves to me that my story isnt horrible. I have a small request now. I need phans. Anyone who wants to be in this please tell me when you review. Its not going to be like "Night at the Opera", "The Rebellion" or "Phan Brother." Just review and put faith in me.