Ebony Gashes
A/N: I do not own Phantom of the Opera. This story was originally a story I and my close friend Jesse was kidding around with. He enjoys making fun of my obsessions. Heh, the full summary wouldn't fit in the box so anyway here's the summery. A struggling French Metal band thinks they score the ultimate gig, the old Opera Populaire. And when something tragic sends the lead singer into a fight for her sanity and her life Erik comes to her only to be forced into more pain.
"For years I have waited… and Waited in this dark desolate of a place! I am bound to this burnt and broken haven, dead to the world and not yet dead. Occasionally a single gentle ray of sunlight will shine through a hole somewhere up above, and ever time I die inside more and more. Why can I not die? My past haunts me so, have I not suffered enough? I dream of the day when this once beautiful Opera House will no longer be my home, but my grave."
"Raven look at this place!" The nineteen year old sleeping form of a girl was jolted awake.
Her soft honey eyes shot open as she raised herself up from her car seat nearly knocking her waker in the nose.
"Rae? Are you okay girl?" The boy that was close to be sitting over the girl asked. He was young twenty at the most. He had long dirty blonde hair that brushed Raven's face as she let her eyes adjust.
"Aubrey? I… heard a scream." The auburn haired girl gave a worried look as tears threatened to fall from her eyes.
"A scream, really now girl." Aubrey turned her head to the window of the bus. "Stop hearing screams and look!"
"Would the two of you keep it down?" Another honey blonde boy no older than Aubrey stuck his head into the back of the bus and said in a hiss of a voice.
There were five of them in all. They were the one and only 'Ministry of the Ashes'. Friends since middle school and band mated since high school.
It was still quite dark outside, the car clock read '3:00 A.M.' but it seemed later. The five of them had packed all of their past and homes into one Volkswagen Bus and left their lives as they knew it. Not many of them had much of a home back in Normandy.
"Jason… Where are we?" Raven gave Aubrey a glare as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Paris… Guys, have we figured out where we're going to stay? What about your mother Rae?" Jason didn't dare look away from the road ahead of him. His dark hair and eyes made it hard for her to make out his face in the pitch black.
"I have lost all contact with her…. She disowned me, last time I heard from her she was in the hospital. All she needs is a visit from me all grown up and you guys." She tried to force herself to laugh even though she did feel very guilty about her mother.
"We could crash in the van." The boy who had hissed before, now obviously not happy about being woke up.
"Dorian you have got to be kidding!" The finally boy piped in. The rest thought he was asleep, he had not stirred since the clock hit '10:00'.
"Oh, look guys, the dead speaks." Dorian gave the littlest boy a bitter sweet smirk. "Do you have any better ideas Owen?"
"If we get to the Opera House in time… We can pull the van around back and crash in the house it's self." Everyone but Raven gave him a bad look.
"It was just an idea." Owen said slipping his head under the blanket again.
Raven was near tears again, the very thought of her mother had brought back floods of memories that she had thought that she had locked up inside. Her mother was a woman that had been drove insane by some unseen voice and face. She had no clue about what the boys were fighting over now; her eyes were tearing up again.
"You really should go visit her Rae." Aubrey put a firm hand on her shoulder. Raven gave a slight nod as if saying 'I know.'
"Hey guys! I think this is it!" Dorian pointed out the morbid shadow that was cut by the head lights.
And so it was the ruins of the Opera House… The windows were boarded up tight and so was the door. They group could not tell much about the grand structure that would become their gateway into fame and their tormentor in one.
"It has been years since I have walked up on the lighted level… I have noticed that my tomb has become very vacant over the years, the tourists have gotten the hint about the locked and boarded up doors. I want to die alone, like I was meant to do, alone and unloved!"
"And what is there now! I have to shield my eyes from the light flooding in from my boarded up windows. Could it be? More people here to torment me? We'll see about this! This is still my Opera House and intruders will be persecuted!"