Disclaimer: I forgot to mention this last chapter, I do not own the Phantom of the Opera. Although I wish I could own the phantom!
Chap.2
The Phantom was taken to a court house, also an execution house. They brought him in and he heard people gasp as he walked down the Aisle. He looked up giving them, not a glare, but a pure look of sadness. He let them drag him onto a wooden board, They slipped a rope around his neck. 'I'm getting killed the way I killed other people. Oh the irony.' He thought.
"order, order!" the judge said as he hit the desk. "we have gathered here today for the case of the Phantom of the Opera." ( I have NO idea WHATSOEVER how a court house works, so im gonna try. Don't yell at me!) " We have some witnesses here, Monsier Firmen." Firmen stood. "thank you you're honor." He turned to face the jury. "From the time I became the new owner of the Opera Populaire, along with Monsier Andre, we have been haunted by the Opera ghost which we didn't think was real until we saw him during out play "il Muto." He looked at the Phantom then back at the Jury. "He killed, Joseph Buquet. In fact he hanged him right in the middle of an Opera! Then he killed ubaldo piangi, behind stage! He made the Chandelier fall down to the ground, making the Opera Populaire catch on fire!" Suddenly Mme Giry Stood up. "did you ever think there was reason he did all of this?" The phantom looked up and smiled a little at his friend standing up for him. "Did you ever wonder how he felt, about having to hide all the time just because of his face." At this time the whole court house was staring at her. "Please Mme. Giry sit down." The judge instructed. She nodded and obliged. "Anyway. I think this thing doesn't even deserve a fair trial." He said pointing to the Phantom. "everyone needs a fair trial monsier." Firmin huphed and sat down. "alright any more speakers?" Everyone was quiet. "Does anyone have a reason why this man should not be hanged?" The phantom looked toward Mme. Giry, who caught his gaze then looked down. Suddenly the big double doors swung open. "I do." Christine walked in. The phantom turned his gaze from Mme. Giry to the new speaker walking in. "Christine." He whispered. A small smile spread across his face. "I have a reason this man should not be killed."
"proceed Miss. Daae, please." The judge said. She nodded and continued. "did anyone ever think of why he killed people? Why he hid all the time became this evil monster. You see gentleman, the Phantom of the Opera is just like any other man, except he has a distortion on his face. People never treated him normal, they took one look at his face and ran in horror or they laughed at him. That's what corrupted him to be so evil and murderous. He never wanted anything but to be loved by other people. To be treated normally and I feel that if you give him another chance, He will never be like that again. He will never kill." The court house was silent for a few moments until the judge spoke. "and how do know this?" "if you let him go, gentleman, I can guruantee you that he will not kill a single soul." The jury nodded and whispered among them selves they finally turned to her. "anymore reason why, you think this man should not be executed?" One man from the Jury asked. She nodded. "you see He is My angel of Music…" She looked at the phantom who looked like he was on the verge of tears. "and I love him." She said. The jury talked among them selves once more. One man got up and walked over to the judge and whispered something in his ear. The judge nodded. "Monsier Joques just told me the results of the Jury,. I hearby announce the Phantom of The Opera…" There was a dramatic pause as everyone held their breath. The man that was holding the rope around the phantom already knew the answer so he loosed the rope around the Phantom's neck. "Not guilty!"
The guared fully took the rope off the Phantom's neck. The phantom looked at him as if asking, 'can I go? Is it true?; the guard nodded. The phantom looked to Christine who was smiling at him. He walked slowly toward her, then she ran into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her tight. "Christine." He whispered into her hair. "Oh Christine I love you."
Over in her seat Mme. Giry smiled. She got up and walked away with the crowd. They finally parted when everyone left. "i saw you before and the way you were just standing there looking at me, not moving I thought that…" She shushed him by putting her finger to his lips. "I know what you thought." She lowered her hand. "so... you're not with Raoul?" Christine shook her head. "but you seemed so happy, with him when you left my lair." He said. "well I was happy, I was in love too, but after awhile I saw you in my head again, I thought you were haunting me again, Then soon enough I realized that you weren't haunting me, it was my love for you that was. So just a few days ago, I told him that it wasn't working out, he said it was alright but I could see sadness in his eyes." He nodded. "So…you really do love me?" He asked. "Of course my darling Angel of Music." He smiled and kissed her.