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Lies is a song done by "Marina & the Diamonds". I felt it appropriate for last chapter's title, and I also give great Kudos to anyone that guessed the ones so far correctly! I'd give credit by username, but nobody sent in any answers...

However, a big thank you to Azulixa for liking how I decided to do my Chapter Titles! I won't deny, some of them are kind of tricky to decide on and research, but they're so worth it!

Enjoy the update as your rewards for giving me three reviews on Chapters one through three! Three reviews for Chapters four, five and six, and you'll get another three chapters!

Sarah stared below her as she stood up in the catwalk of the Opera Populaire, watching Carlotta get the stage background landing on her. She had to fight back the laugh since the Carlotta she was watching was by far worse than how the theaters and movies had depicted her, and had run to the church to get it out of her system. But as she was about to sing to the phantom to let him know that she was here to join him in his antics, she awoke to find that it was daylight, and that she was back in the year 2010.

She sighed, wanting nothing more than to be united with her beloved phantom of the opera. She longed to hold him close to her, no matter how disfigured or deformed his face was. She knew that she was being irrational, but she was a broken lunatic. What better way to be able to stay sane while living with a lunatic than to be one yourself? It made no sense to most, but it did to her, and this was her mindset now that she was a cold-blooded killer.

She smiled as she recalled that today was the day that she would make her insane principal begin to pay for what he'd done to her in Middle School. Over time she had created dozens of plans, and had even been blackmailing students that she had seen rape people. After all, she had photographed evidence, and had left a copy of it in their lockers to prove that she was there.

With that method she had been saving up her money. Most of the time she kept it in smaller bills until she could hold no more in the safe, and she then took it to her father, who exchanged it for the larger bills gradually. Over the seven years that she had been in hiding, she had saved up eighteen hundred dollars. She had almost requested that her father get a phantom mask made for her, but he refused and instead put the money into a larger metal safe that he bought for her, one that required a key.

She had been using a tarp over a hammock made out of another tarp. It was small and easily compact, and comfortable until the winter months, which was when she would move in with her father and stay hidden in there during the daytime and continued terrorizing people at night-time.

But as she was about to go deliver up a near-death blow to a rapist that hadn't caved into her blackmail offer, she was met with a high-school janitor by the name of Joseph. She knew for sure it was not her brother, and this was because he paled and dropped his mop as he saw her. She fled immediately, putting him as a high priority on her hit list, knowing he had to be silenced before he revealed her identity.

"You were seen?" her father hissed one night. "Are you daft?! You could have been killed!"

"It was just a janitor, nobody's going to believe him since it was midnight anyways," she said shrugging it off. "Besides, Joseph Bouquet saw the phantom, and he told nobody. Well, he did, but he was killed for it, so naturally I'm going to do the same."

"Sarah, I worry for you," her father said kneeling in front of her. "You have been acting as your phantom for so long that the character has become imbedded in who you are. Please, my child, cease this insane behavior."

"No, papa, it is you who is insane," she said calmly. "I know who I am. It's time the world was reintroduced to the phantom of the opera, this time with opposite genders, a modern twist, and an unquenchable blood-lust. I will never stop until I destroy those who destroyed my life, and yet at the same time turned me into the angel of perfection that I have so badly wanted to marry."

"My child, please," he pled, and she turned around.

"Stop telling me what to do," she snapped, and he realized just what had happened to his little girl. "I know what I am doing, papa. Let me do my job, and I shall leave you to yours."

"You've been twisted," he said pained. "Your mind and soul has become twisted by the rape."

"Don't you dare bring that up to me," she snarled angrily. "I've worked for too long to go back to that sorry state! I must continue down this path until I die lest I die because I strayed!"

"I've had it!" the principal yelled at last after finally getting out of the hospital. "I'm not doing anything in public until this damned problem about the phantom is settled!"

"Principal Carlo, these things do happen," the former vice-principal said fearfully as Fernard and Andre were there to permanently take his place since he had been acting as both counselor and vice-principal over the school.

"For the past seven years, that's all I've heard out of you! These things do happen! Pah! You my friend, disgust me! and you two," he said rounding on Fernard and Andre. "You two are as bad as him! Good-bye, I'm really leaving this time!"

"Well, we groveled last time, and this time we have no clue what to do," the two panicked. "What do we do?!"

"Gentlemen, good luck," the ex-vice-principal said gently. "If you need me, I shall be in Australia."

"I have a message, sir," said Sarah's father, Andrew, who was now a counselor at the school, "From the Learning Fantôme."

"Oh, god in heaven, you're all obsessed!" Andre snapped as they began walking through the school.

"She welcomes you to her high school," Andrew continued.

"Oh, her high school?"

"She commands that you leave box five," he said pointing to a desk in a classroom that had long since been abandoned. "Empty for her use, and reminds you that her salary is due."

"Her salary?!" Andre snapped as he snatched the letter.

"What? Mister Likont used to give her two thousand dollars a month," Andrew shrugged.

"Two thousand dollars?!" they demanded, and he nodded.

"Perhaps you can afford more?" he pressed challengingly, "With the Vicomte as your patron?"

"Mister, I had hoped to make that announcement public when the Vicomte was to join us for the gala! But as of now, we shall have to cancel, as it appears we have lost our principal!" Fernard shouted distressed.

"My two sons could do it," Andrew pointed out, putting his two sons in position to keep them safe from their sister's wrath.

"If they're up for the task then let them," the two moaned. "I don't care! Just get a person in that seat!"

So, now that Fermin and Andre are both in position, we'll see just how well things will go. Who do you think will represent whom? How do you think Sarah's brothers will react when (not if, when) they figure out that their sister is the phantom?

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