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Sarah waited silently, waiting for the sounds of anything and everything. She went to go back into her room as she realized that she hadn't changed that lock and didn't have the keys. She swore angrily as she realized that she would be forced to leave the classroom to go back to her domain.
"Well, hello," the medium said softly as the teen slunk out of the classroom. "It's nice to finally meet you, Miss L.F."
"Madame Le Fantôme, if you will," Sarah said coldly as she turned to unlock her room. "I prefer my privacy, if you would. You have my thanks for helping me with the charade I am performing here."
"It is how you've survived all of this time," the medium said softly, and Sarah nodded. "I'm impressed, truly I am. Blackmailing principals for your living is wonderful. But why such a modest budget?"
"I have no use for utility and housing bills, and the school is public," she shrugged as she entered her domain. "Come, I may as well permit you to enter since I haven't set it up as my own yet, aside from the locked door."
"So, after all this time, you haven't even been able to start living your life outside of being the phantom?" the medium asked, and Sarah narrowed her eyes.
"I was always in love with him," she said quietly. "The phantom of the Opera would have been my first choice of husband, it always has been, but forever and a day have passed since his time. Yet I decided that if I somehow was not taken back to his time, I would have settled on Toni."
"The ghost in the basketball court," the medium said, and Sarah looked up and nodded sadly.
"I've been visiting him and telling him all of my plans, usually to get his input. Even though he can't talk to me directly, I feel like I can hear what he would say if he were there next to me. it makes me feel at least a little better whenever I do, knowing that his death wasn't in vain since he died trying to free me and set me free from society's hatred."
"Like Madame Giry did for the phantom," she confirmed, and Sarah nodded silently. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I am Cassie, a lower-class medium, even though my gift is really quite powerful. I don't want it being used for entertainment purposes, and I'll only take a case if it interests me. This case sounded an awful lot like the Phantom of the Opera, so I took it."
"You won't reveal me, will you?" Sarah asked fearfully, and Cassie shook her head. "Really?"
"Really, really," she said gently. "To be honest, I don't blame you for torturing those people to death. It was me who was called in to calm their spirits, and finally I had to explain to them that it was your phantom that killed them through somebody else as a way to retaliate for what they had done to you, torturing you until you commit suicide in a forest."
"But didn't they ask about me?"
"They did, but I told them that you were nomadic, and that I hadn't met you yet. I told them that I got my information from a source that you yourself told, a friend by the name of Toni."
"Is… is he?" Sarah asked with wide eyes, and the medium nodded.
"He followed me here," she said quietly. "He wants you to know that you've become a perfect fantôme del'école, as he called it."
"Phantom of the school," Sarah translated. "I've had quite a few different classrooms near my hideouts. I usually set up videos and tape recorders in the French classroom."
"A wise decision," Cassie smiled gently. "Be careful."
"Leaving already?" Sarah asked, only now realizing just how much she longed for human contact.
"You're a recluse, if I recall," she smiled. "Take care."
"You too," Sarah said sadly as Cassie left.
Cassie headed to the top floor and sighed as she reached where Fernard and Andre were pacing anxiously. They went to her quickly and were about to speak when she held up her hands.
"This is not a place I wish to intervene," she said calmly. "She is merely doing her civil duty and protecting those who she believes are in the same position that she was in – tortured, abused, neglected, and the like. She is merely willing to make more sacrifices than anyone else here to prevent things from happening like they did at Columbine High School."
"Oh, god," Fernard murmured. "An entire school! We shall have to recover an entire school!"
"Or let them know that the phantom of the school won't be tolerating any less garbage, and to announce it to the upcoming freshman," Cassie pointed out. "Let them know that the phantom is real, and that if they insult the phantoms, then they'll be paying the price."
The two shuddered, not at all looking forwards to the upcoming school year.
"We're doomed," Fernard murmured.
"Unless you obey the phantom," Cassie reminded them.
"That's madness!" Andre yelled.
"Why would a guardian make requests that would endanger others?" she countered.
Andre and Fernard opened their mouths repeatedly, trying to counter her argument to no avail.
"I hate to say this, but the woman makes a point," Fernard conceded softly.
"I flat out refuse to listen to this damned Phantom!" Principal Carlo yelled as a letter fluttered down from the ventilation shaft above him.
"Read it," Cassie encouraged.
"I commend you on hiring a medium, but it will not work. I am here for the students, and will only leave when everyone in the student body wants me gone at their own will and not at the will of the teachers. I remain, gentlemen, your obedient guardian. L.F.," he read aloud, strained.
"That's it?!" his wife demanded. "That's all we get out of this bastard?!"
"Female," Cassie corrected.
"Bitch, then!" she snapped. "You guys are amateurs! My cousins are cowards and they have more guts than you! And my husband is a better principal that those two boys will ever be!"
Sarah snarled, seeing that this woman was acting just like her husband and being just as much of a Carlotta as he was. She smiled at the beauty she would be able to perform come time for the musical, when she would be able to set the school on fire and destroy the principal and his wife.
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