A/N: Me again, Review!
I heard them a long way off. Good, let them kill me, a sardonic way to end my dismal life. I stood up as they piled in; I would not die cowering on the floor. Let Christine be rid of me.
I drew myself to my to my full height, intimidating but not enough to frighten them now even coupled with the hideousness of my bare face. They closed me in but stayed surprisingly far away.
I searched the eyes of the closest member of the mob, a middle-aged Brit with bland features and steely grey eyes. They were over-dilated, fear and adrenaline, risky in one man, deadly in a mob of this size.
Why won't you attack?...they need…encouragement… "Surely you won't hesitate to end my reign?" I provoked. My voice startled them but they quickly recovered.
Soon I will truly be alone."So you are the great Phantom." He jeered. "Yes." I growled as I surveyed the lot, eyeing them, challenging them.
Suddenly, a young curly haired stable-hand leapt forward, "Monster!" he cried and swiftly landed a blow to my shoulder with the torch-end he had been carrying. A sickening crack rang through the room. I gasped and cradled my limp arm.
He shrank back brushing sweat-soaked brown hair from his eyes taken aback that I did not return the strike. This encouraged the crowd and they surged forward brandishing their makeshift weapons. I lowered my head to surrender to endless night, death.