A/N: I thought of this for no reason at all, and I think it's pretty good. Note, I think.
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"Oh my god, I could so see you doing something like that." Said my best friend Claire, commenting on the fan fiction we were reading. (Along the lines of 'A Pair of Ruby Slippers')
"Oh yea, except for the part where I would be in love, no, worship of Erik." I said, smiling.
Clair nodded her head in agreement. "True."
I lapsed into silence, not paying any attention to the story in front of me, and thought only of what it would be like living in Paris 1870.
"Hey, Claire, I think I'd better be getting home, Mom's gonna go commando if I'm any later." I said, looking at the clock on the computer monitor, which read 10:37 PM.
"Dang, can't you spend the night?" she said, her lower lip extended and trembling slightly in mock pout.
"Idiot," I said, laughing "I'm leaving for Houston tomorrow morning!" She sighed, before nearly yelling "ok, fine! Leave me to DIE here all alone!" in the fakest utter despair I had ever heard.
"It's called AIM!" I said as I walked out the door of her house and into the warm summer darkness.
"Bye!" She called from her screen door before turning away.
As I walked slowly home (only four streets away) my mind wandered to 'The Phantom of the Opera' and how awesome it would be to actually live it. I burst out singing "Il Muto" and laughed at how odd I sounded covering all the parts alone.
"Poor fool he makes me laugh, ha ha…" I trailed off. 'I could have sworn I heard footsteps. Huh." I shrugged and continued on with the song, sounding horribly wrong because I hadn't warmed up yet.
I stopped again. I could swear I heard footsteps. I turned around, slightly afraid of what I might see.
Nothing.
For a moment my mind drifted toward ghosts, but I nearly laughed aloud at that. But the second of amusement had passed, I was now slightly perturbed by the noise.
"if I hear it again" I said to myself, "I'm going to put my track skills to the test." And I began to sing again, but softer this time.
There it was, that footstep noise! I paused for a split second. My heart was thudding so hard it drown out all noise and my breathing came quick. I began to sprint as hard and fast as I could, trying to get away from the noise.
I wanted to scream but was too afraid to waste the oxygen I needed to run as hard as I was. But already I had a splitting cramp between my ribs, I looked behind me, but I couldn't see anything still.
I slowed, and the finally stopped. Breathing hard and massaging my ribs, I tried to catch my bearings. When I was running I didn't care what streets I turned on, I just kept running, and I immediately regretted my decision. I was completely lost.
As looked around for a street sign, I heard the same sound again.
I opened my mouth to scream, praying that one of the houses would hear me, but my vocal chords chose not to cooperate. My breathing was ragged, and I tried to make my feet move, but they were suddenly concrete slabs.
A soft yet chilling voice filled my ears and I gasped, recognizing the lyrics.
"Hear,
Katey, now and tremble!
Hark to our step on the ground!"
The voice repeated the lyrics, inserting my name instead of "Romans", and growing steadily louder until it was as if they were singing in my ears.
I shut my eyes, praying that it was all just a dream, but in the middle of my prayer, I felt an unbearable, stabbing pain in my head. I let out a sob and dropped to my knees in the middle of the street.
"Hear
the steps -
For he comes!" The voice screamed in my head.
I could feel blood on my face, and my eyes wouldn't open. 'God help me!' I gasped as I felt a kick to my abdomen.
"Past
all hope
of cries for help:
no point in fighting." The
voice shouting in my ear, and it kicked a little below my neck.
I let out a strangled cry, and succumbed to darkness and silence.
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A little darker than my other fanfics, I must admit. But It get's a whole lot lighter the next chapter. Promise! As always, please review and tell me if you like it! I live off of reviews!