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I feel the need to update my updating policy. I shall check my review numbers once every three days, and then give you an update depending on whether or not the latest chapter has three reviews. However, a big thank you to the three reviewers! I'm very much enjoying your input!
Since I didn't give you time to guess the titles, I'm going to give you all Kudos anyways if you guessed it right. Listen to the Music is done by the Doobie Brothers, if I'm correct. Phantom is done by Chicago, and Tearing up My Heart is done by NSync.
WARNING: THE FIRST COUPLE PARAGRAPHS OF THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MASSIVE VIOLENCE, DEATH, GORE, AND HORRIBLE TORTURES THAT I WOULD NORMALLY WISH UPON NOBODY BUT SOMEONE THAT HAD DONE TO ME WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO HER! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, PLEASE REFER TO THE FIRST PIECE OF DIALOGUE!
Sarah had never ceased being the phantom from that day forwards, and for six years she remained in hiding while training to further her skills as a phantom. The first thing she did was make sure that everyone thought she was dead. Once all was said and done, she began to exact her revenge slowly but surely. The first ones to go were the cheerleaders by means of excessive orgasms, achieved perfectly by her tying them up with their arms above their heads, shoving bottles into their female areas, and then tying their legs together.
Sarah didn't care if it was the estrogen overload or excessive bleeding that killed them, only that they got it slowly and painfully. Others that were on her hit list were now on the alert, and she was now wearing full-body restraints to cover her now fleshed-out bodice. Once every so often her father would come to her aide by bringing her new bras and restraints, but most of what he brought was more food and supplies for her.
"The principal is retiring," he said one night. "He will stop at the end of the year. Do you want to burn his office?"
"No, I will kill him slowly, torturing him to death," she smiled nastily. "I have every intention of being the female reincarnate of the phantom of the opera, and I intend to go through with all of the attacks in order somehow on those of the opposite gender in exact order. He shall be the one to represent La Carlotta. I shall decide who shall play as Christine – or in this case, Christian – and Raoul de Chagny."
"Be careful that you do not reveal yourself, my child," her father said softly. "Choose someone you know well."
"I will," she nodded, already deciding the perfect way to finish the sad tale that had become her life. "I am broken, papa, do not bother. Do not bother with me, Daroga."
"I bother because you are my child, and no matter what happens that will not change that fact and the one that I love you," he said calmly as he slunk into the shadows.
She blinked at him emotionlessly, her emotions having been destroyed by destroying so many people and things. She had willingly tortured animals in the shadows and abandoned districts of the city that they now lived in, and she roamed freely as she pleased with nobody and nothing to stop her.
"I am coming for you, foolish Principal," she smiled. "You said I was a primadonna, and so I shall turn you into the one I hate most."
"That Sarah Tiranti girl disappeared seven years ago today," the principal murmured softly. "I think we should hold a vigil tonight in the arena she was hurt in and her friend was killed in."
"You're only saying that because all of the others who angered her were found dead from steroid overdoses, or from food poisoning, and forms of torture their sex partners put upon them," his newest vice-principal said. "You're obsessed."
"No, he's right, we could be next on the list," the original one murmured. "I started out here the same year it happened, and I never thought that things like this could have happened."
"Who was responsible?" the newer one asked.
"Honestly, Fernard, one of the guys was dead before morning when he was found dead having been castrated. The boy's fingerprints were on the knife, but so were those of the three other boys who allegedly held her down while the dead one raped her. the thing is, the three all gave the story that she was already dead when he had them hold her still. The police swallowed the lies, and it never went to court since her brothers attested and saw that she was killed by a knife wound and there were no signs of rape at the time."
"But how did they know she wasn't raped while alive, Andre?" he asked fearfully.
"Simple, they concocted the story that they couldn't find their phones and ran all the way home to use their phone to call in the crime. What they claimed was that when they found her there were no signs of rape, but when they returned, there were. The police couldn't get straight stories out of any of it, and so since nobody could give them straight answers, and no body was found, everyone just assumed that the dead boy hid the body somewhere since the blood led in unison to his house, where he was found lying in a pool of blood."
"So, if you become principal, are you going to listen to the phantom?"
"NO!" the principal yelled angrily. "We cannot afford to listen to the phantom! We must find this phantom and gas them out! There must be a logical explanation for all of this! Call in a medium if you must!"
"I already did," Fernard said fearfully as a knock came at the door. "Ah, that would be her."
He opened the door to find the medium staring at him and shaking her head. He led her to the scene of the crime, and she looked around warily.
"There is indeed a phantom here in the arena," she said gravely. "He is upset that you let him die here in front of a crowd for sport."
"WHAT?!" they asked terrified. "What happened?"
"He says that a group of high school football players raped his girlfriend, castrated him, and then left them to die. She was barely breathing, and he died before her. He says that he has seen her, and she comes to visit him from time to time, but she instead has been causing mayhem. He says that his reason for returning here was to make sure that nothing of that nature happened again, while hers was to exact revenge for what they have inflicted upon her," she said fearfully. "There is much fear and pain in his words. He fears for those who ignored the pleas for help that his beloved screamed out while she was being raped. Something about her being obsessed with the phantom of the opera and also having been dragged away somewhere. He says that even she does not know the location of her body."
"So-so there is truly no way…?" Andre asked swallowing fearfully.
"I'm afraid not," she said shaking her head. "Until I can meet her, I can do nothing."
Sarah frowned as she looked at the medium, watching from behind the bleachers that had seated those who laughed and watched her be tortured. With a deep and silent breath, she prepared herself for the acts that would come soon. After all, she had to be ready for the coming murders that she knew she was going to commit.
So, the two "managers", "Madame" Giry, and "Meg" are introduced. I'm sure you know the update policy that I just gave, but remember that from here on out I will only check them once every three days to see if it meets requirements! You guys got lucky that I was on here reading fellow Phantom fanfics!
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