Sarah walked carefully to the door of the Opera. Monsieur Andre (bless him,) left a basket of food there every week, and today was the day she was to pick it up.
As she walked to the door, she decided to cut across the stage. She had been forbidden from doing this previously, as she was not to be seen on stage except during dress rehearsals, but she found no reason to do this now.
As she stood on the stage though, she immediately wished she had not. Here… she remembered this spot. This was where she was told to go comfort Carlotta… observing another spot, she remembered this was where she stitched up the hem of the Prima Donna's skirt.
Walking quickly offstage, she resumed her brisk pace toward the door. She picked up the basket, leaving the empty one from last week.
As she walked once again through the halls, she heard rats scuttle in the wall. Turning up her nose slightly, she frowned and walked quicker, admiring how her steps echoed in the long hallway.
At the end of the hallway sat a mirror. Catching sight of her reflection in the glass, she jumped, her wayward veil showing the horrid scars. She adjusted it slightly, and her scars no longer showed.
As she turned around to walk through another hallway, she felt something cold and long press to the back of her head.
"As you can tell, there is a pistol now aimed at the back of your head. I suggest you answer my questions."
Author's Note
Who is this mysterious stranger? Oh, you probably guessed, seeing as how this IS a P.O.T.O fic...
Hello PhanGirls and PhanBoys! Updates will come probably everyother weekday, as I have a studyhall. I've gotten my first review, (thank you Spirit of the Opera) and now my social studies teacher is reading my story! So, review, favorite, follow, or all of the above. Thanks a ton, guys!