Disclaimer: Although I truely love the Phantom of the Opera, I do not own it in any way.
Chapter 1
Erik winced in terrible pain as the cruel whip of the gypsy master; Jacques, hurled it at him continuously in his nasty pleasure. It seemed as if these past few weeks had been years; times of never ending hurt. For actually, it was not long ago that he ran away from his mother, Madeline and her wicked fiancée, to escape a mental institution all planned so they would no longer be bothered with his hideous face. A face so deformed, it petrified all that had seen it.
Unfortunately, a group of gypsies captured him, thinking he was nothing but a small boy they could use for labor, but when they unveiled his mask; they saw him as a devil's child. Although, it was the idea of the terrible leaders of the gypsies, Mystique and her brother, Jacque, to display him in their dark, disturbing circus. From there after, he was mocked and humiliated for only a physical flaw. None of the horrible gypsies or audiences could see through his face to see the genius, beautiful person he was. The boy was saddened, and thought, "Nobody will ever love me".
But now he had planned to escape. Oh yes, he would flee from this horrid place! Every night, as Jacques snoozed thoughtlessly by the rest of the dirty, toothless gypsies, young Erik figured out how to untie all different ropes and knots. He would fly far away from this terrible pain forever.
After hearing the last wicked laughs of this night's audience, a group of young Paris Opera Populaire ballerinas, he slowly undid the rope. The guilt he felt about what he did! He punjabbed Jacque. Then, Erik panicked; what was he going to do? What had he done? Suddenly, a scared yet brave and compassionate ballerina came to him, and ran with him, hurrying, hurrying, and hurrying, to the Opera Populaire, leading him to a hopefully successful escape.
Meanwhile, the gypsies found Jacque and immediately want to find this monster. One burst into the room of Mystique. "Madam', I have som' bad news- the monster is gone", he said. "Ohh! The money I will lose! Find him! Go!" she replied. "Oh, and another thing- he murdered your brother", he told her hastily. "HE what!" She had lost her only brother because of the circus freak, now she wanted to get him; big time. She went crazy, laughing, crying, hating all at the same time.
Finally, the gypsies gave up trying to find him. But despite this, Mystique had refused to give up searching. After traveling for long into the night, she gave up in front of the Opera House from exhaustion and sent a curse into the air to Erik. She dramatically raised her hands into the air.
"For you, a monster; for upon you future nights and days, you will be half your hideous self, and half an animal, a dog! This spell will only be broken if somebody falls in love you, but really, who could ever learn to love you?"
And with those words, she exploded with an evil laugh heard all throughout Paris.