Chapter two! Yay! Finally!
That night was the final dress rehearsal. The phantom took an extremely large bouquet of slightly wilted roses and put his homemade bomb into it. He crept up to the theater, where they had just started the rehearsal. From his perch atop the catwalk, he could see everything that was going on below.
He dropped the bouquet down. It landed on Christine's head. She picked it up and smelled it. "OOOOH, PRETTY!"
The phantom quickly ran outside and sat down on a bench down the street from the opera house. He bought some popcorn from a nearby vendor. Then he waited. And waited. Perhaps his homemade explosive was faulty?
Nope. KAPOW! The theater erupted into a huge, beautiful fireball. The phantom stood up suddenly and spilled his popcorn on his lap. "MWAHAHAHA! I WIN, FOOLISH MORTALS!"
The popcorn vendor hid behind the counter as the phantom strode off dramatically to find a new opera house to blow up.
That's it for this story, then. I have some Twilight parodies up, if you're interested.
-Gerby