Angela woke up to the sound of music; it was that organ in the far portion of the lair. She had seen it when she first came here; she lay there in pure agonizing pain.
The assassin named Antony walked down a passageway he had found close to the roof. He had been searching for a day now and he had already found this Phantoms lair, this was too easy. He walked down several paths, until he came to a lake.
The music stopped and Angela was half-asleep, the music had lulled her to sleep. The Phantom had known she had been awake and done that on purpose, she really did need it; she wasn't looking too great. He went to go check on her only to find her asleep or he though. Angela really couldn't comprehend what was going on around her in her dream-like state but she could feel and hear everything though.
Antony walked through the water, which came to his chest, maybe lower. All this for a madman, why was he even bothering? It was because he had nothing left, his family was gone; he only had his younger brother left. He finally came to an opening; he pulled out a gun a smiled wickedly.
The Phantom walked over to her, and smiled. He remembered when he had felt this way with Christine, only she hadn't tried to kill him first. He couldn't help it; he bent over and kissed her, slowly but softly.
Antony walked up onto dry land with his gun brandished out in front of him. He slowly walked deeper into the lair, looking for him. He finally caught sight of the Phantom bent over someone or something. Antony aimed his gun and accidentally let out a laugh. Suddenly the Phantom got up and looked over at Antony, the Phantom grabbed his sword and pointed at him.
"So you're the Opera Ghost I've heard about" Antony chuckled.
"What do you want" the Phantom hissed.
"You dead" Antony smirked and fired a shot at the Phantom. He dodged it and fell to the floor; Antony reloaded the gun that was about to fire another shot when he heard a low groan.
Angela heard a gun shot and slowly opened her eyes, she didn't know what happened. All she knew was she had a warm feeling left on her lips. She tried once again to at least prop herself up but due to her hurt left arm she fell back down. She let out another groan and held her side, hadn't she said it, it would only get worse. She lay down again and closed her eyes in agony.
Antony curiously walked over to where the groan came from; he pulled back the curtain covering the area. His eyes went wide with shock; it couldn't be possible the girl in front of him was supposed to be dead.
The Phantom lay there; the bullet had grazed his side leaving a gash. The assassin went up to where Angela was sleeping. The Phantom sprung up and was about ready to hit his assassin, when he saw the look on his face. The assassin turned aimed the gun at the Phantom and before he could move, the assassin shot him in the chest and he blacked out.
Antony ran over to the girl, but it wasn't just any girl it was his little sister Angela. His name wasn't Antony that was a cover name, it was Charlie. Charlie picked his lost sister up and began to walk her back to the upper world.