"I though I told you to keep up" the Bounty hunter by the name of Angela called to her little companion.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry but you walk so fast I can't keep up" James said in annoyance. 'Geeze now I know why they put her in jail' he though and ran as fast as he could to catch up. "You know I still don't know your name?" James said as he got used to the pace she walked.
"My name is Angela Blanthore, ex-pirate, former assassin and now a bounty hunter," she said in an icy tone.
"Why so many horrid jobs, couldn't you have done anything else?" James said, he knew he was pushing her beyond her limits, from the tone of her voice.
"You know James, you should really keep your nose out of other peoples business, especially mine" she said calmly "I know I'm going to regret bringing you along".
"Why, am I that worthless" James hissed at her.
"No, because I'm afraid your going to get hurt, you cant fight like I can" she said in a now sad tone "because if you could, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now".
"Then how did you get caught?" James persisted.
"Another time James, another time" she said simply as we came to the large gray building. It was gray and a bit plain on the outside, a lot of designs carved into the brick, and statues sitting on firm ledges.
The Vitcome lead them into the Paris Opera House, Angela suddenly let out a small hiss as if she was in pain. James could see why, they had been traveling at night and the entry hall was so bright, James hissed as well. Puzzling to the both of them was, the Vitcome didn't even flinch from the light.
"He must be half blind" James whispered to Angela and she nodded with a smile. After walking a few hallways the Vitcome stopped to greet a woman, whose face was plastered in make-up. Her hair was a bright red along with her nails, and her dress was very puffy; it was a miracle she could move.
"La Carlotta" The Vitcome nodded and kissed her hand gently.
Angela and James both grimaced "he must be really blind" James said and Angela nodded and let out a chuckle.
"Who are you and what is so funny" the woman named Carlotta screeched. It was the most unpleasant sound James had ever heard in his life.
"I am Angela Blanthorn, and I really don't think you would like me to repeat what I just said" she smirked. Carlotta just, nodded to the Vitcome and huffed away.
"Alright" the Vitcome said as he turned to us "This man has traps and passages all over this Opera House to beware. Also he is skilled at fighting, and some how he can hypnotize people, especially women". Angela looked angry at the last statement and looked around the room we were now in. The room was filled with the most expensive things, this side of France. Deep reds and gold's made up most of the splendid room, a marvelous chandelier hung clear in the center of the room. There were small balconies where, the rich or VIP people sat, the balconies were white carved designs with hints of gold here and there. Then James noticed something, in the farthest corner of the room, stood a lonely balcony that was dark and errie.
"Excuse me but, why is that balcony over there kept so dark" James said with worry.
"That is the Phantom's box, he requests it remain empty" the Vitcome said with disgust. He then led us through more hallways, they were plain and from what James could see, this is where the stage crew did most of their work. Suddenly Angela stopped, she closed her eyes and stood silent, the Vitcome and James stopped in wonder. Then suddenly, Angela grabbed James and jerked him back as a large plank of wood came crashing down. She held James close to her as another plank came crashing down, but this one hit Angela in the head. By this time the Vitcome was well out of the way, and was supposedly going to find help. Angela remain unconscious on the floor, with James caught under her. He struggled for a moment, but then gently pushed her off.
'She's so light' James though as her pulled her head onto his lap. Suddenly, a dark laugh filled the whole Opera House, and James searched for a weapon. He took out Angela's sword, which was hidden in her coat, and held it out.
"Well boy, seems you have quite a liking for this girl" the voice called out. James was awed, he couldn't answer back, and he had lost all his confidence without Angela there. He began to realize he was just as helpless as the unconscious woman lying in his lap was. "What's the matter boy? Afraid, can't face the fact that you're precious bounty hunter isn't awake to protect you" the voice mocked.
That was it James couldn't take this anymore, this woman saved his life, he couldn't let him talk about her like that. "well if you're so brave why don't you show your face, why do you hide" he spat back. Then the lights went out and James went stiff, he heard angry breathing in the air.
Then someone whispered "you and than girl wont be able to stop me no matter how hard you try" the mans voice said and the last think James remembered was the throb in his head.