Author Note
Hey! I've written phan fics before, I just haven't posted them. Sorry this one is a little short. I just wanted to try and explain a few things. Tell me what you think and if your confused about anything, I'll answer it in the next chapter! Enjoy!
Black Isis
Prologue
Erik sank to his knees, letting the tears her had held inside of him so long finally flow from his tired eyes. Christine was gone, he could just now see them fading from sight. His Christine and her precious Vicomte were gone forever. She had chosen a life with that stupid fop. Erik let out a cry of rage and sorrow. It echoed through the tunnels, filling every crevice, causing those who heard it to suddenly weep.
He got up off the floor, walking over to a mirror. He ran his finger down the smooth glassy surface, looking upon his abhorred face. He spun around suddenly.
He sang out Christine's name, his powerful voice filling the bowels of the opera Populair with his sorrowful exaltation. He hoped Christine heard it. He prayed she would come back. She did not. His head drooped. He picked up a candle holder that was sitting next to him on a desk and hurled it at one of the mirrors. It cracked, small pieces of glass flaking off and falling to the ground with a delicate clink. He picked up the candle holder and smashed two more mirrors, finally knocking a hole through one.
He looked over his lair one last time. It was so familiar to him; every little thing brought back some form of a memory. He walked over, grabbing his mask and cape. He put them on quickly, his cape sweeping gracefully about his feet. With one last fleeting glance, he stepped through the mirror, closing the drape behind him. As he walked deeper down the passage, he could hear the sound of voices becoming louder. At least keep my music. He thought as he imagined the mob wrecking his beautiful, well planned lair. He pulled his cape up around him closer beginning to walk faster.
At last, the bluish light of the outside world began to seep into the passage, dancing along the cracks and shining off the moist walls. He opened the trap door, stepping out of it quickly. His hissed, covering his eyes with his cape as the light blinded him.
"Damn it to HELL!" he roared, stomping off down the alley, his cape still shielding his eyes protectively. He was finally able to put his cape down. He looked around and sighed, there were small snowflakes falling about him, landing gracefully on his black cape and dress coat. He shivered, his breath turning into little steam clouds in front of his mouth.
Before he new what was happening, he felt the ground move from beneath his feet. He let out a cry of surprise as his arms flailed about wildly. He was falling. His fingers hooked onto the side of a wall. He looked over the of the wall down the alleyway. He looked back to see he was hanging on the edge of a large hole. He did not cry out for help, perhaps this would be the way he would die. He turned his head to look back down the alley one last time.
"Goodbye forever, my dear Christine." He said, tears stinging his eyes. He let his fingers slide from the grip he had on the wall, falling backwards into the black abyss.
He felt the wind rushing around his face as he fell faster and faster. He expected to make contact with solid ground any time now. Instead, he felt himself being pulled forward even more. Erik closed his eyes as the pressure on his body became greater and greater until he cried out in pain. What the hell was happening to him? It felt as if he was being sucked through a straw.
At last, the pressure was released from his body and he landed softly on the ground with a thud. He turned over, yelping in pain. It felt as if thousands of needles had just pierced his body. He felt something sticky run down over his lip. He lifted a shaking hand to his nose to feel a warm liquid flowing from it. His vision was blurred and his head was pounding. What had just happened?
"Oh my God, Are you okay sir!" a female voice asked. Erik was too weak to actually formulate an answer.
"Let me dieā¦" he said hoarsely.
"No, I can't do that!" the voice answered.
"Leave me!" he yelled before blacking out.
End Notes
- What Erik fell through was sort of a worm hole/tesseract.
- I'm basing this mostly on the play, but I'm leaving out the music lyrics because I don't think that they would be running around singing in real life, no?
- Please review! It means a lot!
