It's My Town...
A/N: Not so sure on this one...let me know what you think my dear readers...suggestions are welcome! Dont be shy :D
The streets of Paris were crowded for the time of night, but with the approaching roar of motorcycles approaching the large masses of people started to part letting the bikers through. They all knew better than to defy one of the most notorious biker gangs in the area, the Jackals.
Their leader rode at the front of the pack, dark aviator glasses placed on his face, his face covered by a black handkerchief he had tied above his nose with a skull jaw on it. His second and third in command right behind him dressed in black from head to toe. The black Berettas at their waist gleaming eerily in the dim lighting of the streets as the rest of the gang followed behind.
The crowd caught sight of several shotguns and handguns, and that frightened them beyond belief. Mothers pulled their children closer, and husbands ushered their families behind their backs as the gang rode through town tossing empty whiskey bottles at business windows and streets.
"THIS IS OUR TOWN NOW YOU DOGS!" the leader, Stryker announced slamming down on the breaks of his bike and skidding to a sideways stop causing ice to scrape off of the sidewalks. The snow flew onto a little girl who stood by watching in fear.
Several of the other bikers boasted as well spreading out into the crowd as several people drew away from them. The Phantom watched in slight agitation…what had this world turned into? He merely stood still near the dark alley he had been playing at and watched as the idiotic fool and his brainless followers caused chaos throughout the people of Paris.
He had the strong urge to Punjab the poor fool and put him out of his misery, but he held back. He didn't want to draw attention to himself in such a manner. He merely followed the one several other bikers called Stryker and took note of how pathetic he truly was despite him being the leader of such a feared gang. Hell, even the fop could have been more intimidating than the biker before the Opera Ghost.
That being said he merely cast his attention to the sky, the stars shone brightly…everything seemed perfect and yet, it wasn't.
His attention shot to the biker once more once he heard a mother scream out in horror due to her child being torn away from her arms.
The Opera Ghost tensed immensely as he continued to watch the biker dangle the little girl by the back of her coat, how he loathed men who thought it acceptable to harm women, or children for the matter.
"Mommy!" the little girl cried her arms outstretched yearning for the touch of her mother only to get shaken violently by the biker as if to make an example out of her.
"You are all fools, this city is ours…even the Bastards cower before us! Where are they now? Hiding from us!" Stryker barked in laughter tossing the little girl aside as several others erupted into laughter.
The mother rushed forward only to get held back by two other bikers, Stryker seizing the little girl once more and running a calculative eye through the crowd.
He knew none of them were foolish enough to step forward and do something, and that gave him immense pleasure. To know that he controlled them so easily.
Several other bikes roared in the distance, Stryker turned to face them expecting it to be more members of his gang only to realize that their bikes didn't sound like that.
His face paled considerably he thought the other members of his gang had taken care of them, but now he realized they had gotten in deep with something they didn't want to mess with.
The Phantom tilted his head to the newest arrivals and nearly dropped his violin when he saw his muse for the first time in what seemed centuries.
Several of the Jackals revved up their bikes and moved out of the way as the second biker gang rode into town, the relief on the faces of the people who were terrified before only increased Stryker's fury.
"Enough!" Joker barked skidding to a stop as well, Monica in front of him leaning in on her handle bars her bike already parked, Lucifer pulling up to her left side as the rest of her own gang joined in behind her.
"Well look what we have here! The last of the Van Burens!" Stryker's second in command, Vane, called out.
Monica tensed visibly, it was true. Normally in these situations she would have her brothers by her side, her father and mother. But they wouldn't be here this time, they were dead…murdered.
"Watch what you say Vane, you couldn't even protect your own," Lucifer shot back as Vane's face reddened considerably, the vein in his neck popped out as he recalled finding his wife and child murdered upon getting home. It hadn't been the Bastards, but he still held it against them. They could have stopped the gang that killed his kin, and they just stood by and watched.
"This is our town, get out!" Stryker shouted above the loud protests on both sides, they all hushed as Monica got off of her bike painfully and walked slowly towards the rival gang, while looking around at the faces of the people who stood nearby.
Children stared back wide eyed hoping they wouldn't get pushed around while others merely refused to make eye contact with her. No one move in fear of causing a shootout to erupt in mid plaza.
"Your wrong Stryker," Monica told him laughing slightly as the leader of the Jackals stood tall refusing to give in to the woman in front of him, "it's my town and my road…not yours," she told him calmly eyeing the Beretta on his hip.
Likewise he was eyeing the revolver strapped to her own waist carefully daring her to draw it and shoot anyone on his side.
"We all know who the ruling gang is, and if you had any respect for our colors and your own you would see that you are not welcome here," she continued eyeing the rest of his own members over his shoulder, several of them stared back sneering while others looked down ashamed.
She knew they had been responsible for the death of her family, but she wasn't about to start cutting off heads just yet.
"We're not here for your territory…yet," Vane told her stepping forward towering over her trying to intimidate him. Lucifer stepped up next to her and stared down at Vane daring him to try to intimidate her in his presence. Monica on the other hand was unfazed by Vane, her real concern stood a few feet away glaring daggers at her.
"Why are you here then?" Joker demanded glancing around to make sure there were no hidden bikers lurking around with guns pointed at them.
"We want your boy, Jack," Boogeyman replied stepping next to Stryker. By this time the tension was running high amongst both groups. Their three leaders were sizing each other up and everyone was restless watching the six figures at the center of the two gangs.
"Jack isn't here," Monica snarled back earing herself a questioning eyebrow raise from Vane who took interest in the new development he was discovering.
"Did Romeo run off and leave Juliet?" Stryker joked half-heartedly as Judas tensed and looked over at Logan and Gabriel who crossed their arms and clenched their jaws. That was a personal subject to the Bastards.
"He's the reason I was in a coma you hypocrite! And you knew that by now!" Monica barked back defensively as Stryker's lips curled into his trademark grin.
This whoever caught he Phantom's attention. His eyes swept in an exremely calculative manner over his muse, and he nearly growled out in rage, there was a large scar on her stomach that he distinctly remembered wasn't there before. Her limp and painful way of moving only increased his agitation further. The coma explained her absence…a coma.
How could he not know before? Where was he when she needed him the most? Sulking around in the lair, waiting for her return.
And now there she was before him, and he couldn't get near. It was as if he was looking at her through glass…so close and yet so far.
In her absence he had time to reflect on where the Opera House was going and why he still needed her there despite the renovations being almost complete. He knew the answer to it all, and yet…he didn't want to admit it to himself.
He managed to force his eyes to see her once more, and he almost regretted it. She made eye contact with him, 'And in his eyes…all the sadness of the world, those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore,' she thought as soon as she saw him. Her angel.
She actually stepped forward to go to his side but caught herself and abruptly stopped her other foot form moving away from the confrontation that called for her attention at the moment.
"I have pressing matters to attend to gentlemen, now if you do not mind…get out of my territory, Jack isn't here," she told Stryker while looking at the other two next to him. As bikers on both sides shifted and tensed considerably. If a fight was to break out if would be now or never.
Stryker was many things, but a coward wasn't one of them. He knew Monica wasn't in shape for a fight, hell she could barely walk. He would win this territory from the Bastards, but not like this. Not when they were at their weakest.
A nearby trash can being tipped over caused all heads to snap to a nearby alley. Monica's eyes widened in shock while Lucifer's darkened considerably.
Every biker's jaw dropped upon realizing who their interruption was. Jack stared back horrified at the mass of gang members who were present and staring back at him. His worry only increased when he realized they were the Bastards and the Jackals.
He spun as fast as his feet would allow him and broke out into a sprint through the alley as several shouts and orders were roared out to follow him and catch him at all costs. Of all the days to go out in the city he had chosen today. Luck wasn't on his side.
"Get on your bikes I want his head! The man who brings him to me alive gets my bike!" Lucifer roared to the Bastards as they all revved up their bikes.
"We'll catch him for you babe," Judas whispered to Monica as he passed by her and hopped on his own motorcycle. He wasn't doing this for Lucifer's bike, although it was a rare ride. And neither were the rest of the members. They merely wanted blood for what had been done to their leader and gang.
"Get on your bikes! I want him alive you mongrels!" Stryker ordered as the Jackals retreated as well rushing in the direction Jack had scurried off to.
"I don't care if you have to burn down all of Paris, find him!" Lucifer thundered mounting his own bike and looking at Monica expectantly. She shook her head and motioned over to the direction of the Opera House. Lucifer nodded in understanding after a moment and headed off towards the direction Jack had escaped to.
Monica looked after her men, she knew they would find him; they had never let her down before. Right now however she only had one man in mind…and she wanted to see him desperately.
She mounted her own bike slowly and painfully grimacing at the pain she felt from her scar. She revved up her bike and looked up at the sky slightly, god how she missed riding her motorcycle.
Before she could leave however the little girl and her mother that had been harassed before the Bastards arrived walked up to her hesitantly. The little girl let go of her mother's hand after a moment and walked shyly up to Monica.
"Thank you, miss," she whispered shyly hugging Monica's leg. Monica smiled back and nodded at the girl before she ran back to her mother. The older woman threw Monica an appreciative smile before Monica nodded back and sped away towards the Opera House.
The drive there was nerve-racking to her; she knew he would be there due to his absence when she looked around after the bikers had all dispersed. She knew he would be at the lair.
She nearly fell off of her bike when she reached the gates of the Opera Populair. She ran through the front doors despite the pain it was causing her and rushed down through the catacombs desperate to see the famous Opera Ghost.
She reached the lair with tears in her eyes once she saw him sitting down on his organ as if she had never left.
"Why so silent Opera Ghost?" she sang sadly to him as he turned surprised to see her, his eyes full of sorrow, "did you think that I had left you for good?" she continued tears streaming down her face as he rose from the organ to face her directly.
She stopped singing, out of breath and managed to walk through the water to reach him. He couldn't believe his eyes; there she was after three months standing in front of him wet, crying, and out of breath.
"Angel of music…do not shun me," she sang horrified of the thought of him rejecting her after all she had been through, after everything she had sacrificed to come and see him.
His silence petrified her; she stood before him, freezing and hurt. What he did next however, she would never forget.
He lifted his gaze to her, his beautiful eyes said everything. They were her way of seeing his emotions when his expressions didn't portray them, and he saw nothing but forgiveness in the two metallic blue orbs.
"Come to your strange angel," he sang back as she choked back tears upon hearing his voice once more. The world seemed to stop for them as she clung onto his frame desperately, his own arms draping around her small frame filled her with a strange warmth that Jack's hold lacked.
"In sleep you sang to me…in sleep you came, and do I dream again? For now I find, the Phantom of the Opera is there…inside my mind," she sang.
Sure enough he started to hum quietly, such a glorious melody that made her stress decrease instantly and her eyes close in content, her body ready for sleep. And much like the first night they met, he sang her troubles away and carried her small frame to the swan room.
He placed her gently on the bed and stood up to his full height upon looking at his muse, she had a lot of explaining to do, and he would have a lot of revenge to fulfill.
But as his gloved hand caressed her cheek, all of it was forgotten. And for the briefest of moments, he felt like fate had given him one last chance to correct the mistakes he had once made. But upon seeing his mask out of the corner of his eye on the mirror she had uncovered in the room that hope was quickly dashed away.
"Fear can turn to love, you learn to see to find the man...behind this monster, this repulsive carcass...who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty...secretly...secretly," he sang quietly hoping that she wasnt another Christine, and that another disaster didnt follow the decisions he made this time around...
Review! I dont know what happened to half of you, did you die? Should me and Eric conduct a search party for you guys? And to those who havent reviewed yet, do so! I want to know your thoughts on this, let me know Im heading in the right direction my dear readers! Ciao :D