A/N This is my first fan fic, so please, please, please let me know what you think. I do not own the rights to Erik. However, I do for nearly every other character that will be mentioned.
The prologue is extremely short, rest assured, the chapters will be longer!
Prologue
Erik replaced his mask that covered the entirety of his face. It had been yet another flawless performance and he once again had brought all the crowds and their money into his tent to be witnesses to his extraordinary talents.
He wasn't a gypsy, but no traveling fair would deny him to journey with them. He brought with him a great deal of stories and rumors that people paid heavily to see. And as a result, would pay well to see the other attractions.
In only his early twenties, he was the most sought-after attraction to watch. Performing amazing things with only his voice and a flower. He had such a unique ventriloquistic ability to make it seem as though a simple thing as a lily could sing with a voice from heaven. But by far his strangest attribute was his face. The entire right side was scarred by terrible and horrendous burns. No one was sure how he had received them, and no one dared ask. He had a severe temper that was fearful to behold. It was widely assumed they were simply from birth. But there was more than one rumor about the ways he could have acquired them.
Erik sighed as he picked up the coins that people would drop on the floor with satisfaction after watching his amazing performances and then his hideous face. He always drew the same reaction from every crowd in every city. The women would scream and cover their children's eyes as they would either cry or scream with their mothers. The men mostly just would stand there with their mouths agape. Unable to utter a single sound. Erik always found this rather ironic considering that moments before the crowd would be yelling at him to take off the mask. Saying they wanted to see what was underneath it. What could he possibly be hiding? But every time, the reactions would be the same.
He became numb to the screams, the crying, the looks. But he had never found a way to become numb to the names. And names he most certainly had; living corpse, devil's child, walking death, anything that could possibly be thought of. But the name that had always hurt him the most, was monster. He was no monster, but a man. And yet this human race, would never accept him as one of their own. And in time, Erik found that he wanted no more to be apart of the human race then they wanted him to be. He became a race all his own. A race of darkness, stealth, death, and genius.