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Time- Travel Shorts: Angel of Music – The Apprentice; Phantom of the Opera
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Idea popped up from the original London recording and wow! Had to attempt despite mediocrity. Enjoy! So, Slade is the supposed "Master/mentor" of this rogue phantom who is like Red X (assassin posing as a phantom of th opera) and tries to court Kori (Christine) on her opening night while avoiding Slade's (the phantom's mentor) during each performance when he resurfaces to see her. Similar to little mermaid concept of longing, but Raven is Christine's Carlota, while Cy is Raoul – in the 2003 show they are very close due to their similar circumstances bringing them closer. What the hey! Ah, and Bb? Not decided. May be two part piece. Not going to be without angst. And the dialogue will not be exactly of the era so no flames! We are having a blast – next is; medieval shorts – assassin's creed where Dick is the protégé to a king of thieves in olden times (mostly fantasy.) Similar to Rokuro and his dad and how he was used in same fashion while under his thumb in new beginning arcs if you've read those. Any way? Let's do this a – ok!
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~ Angel of music…. ~
"Christine? Kori?" (Using this to distinguish.)
"Raven, Carlota!"
She beamed back to her friend of the theatre, sweat dripping as a cloth was placed there to subdue the droplets.
"You're breaking into a sweat; was it he? Did he come to the mirror again, dear Kori?"
"He must, for he called as he does…" Christine was her stage name, yet Kori was where she hid within her white walls of a star. To all of Paris, she was longed for by suitors- yet only Raoul, her Victor was there and waiting for the day that she would court to him back. She had her doubts, even when this was what she had wished for. Carlota, her Raven in all violet knelt with a hand to her own. "You must not lose sight of tonight. Once you have the crowd standing to applaud you on a fantastic performance well done, you may then tell him. Tell, Raoul, or should he be cast aside this long, Kori?"
"He has cared for me since we were small." Blushed the single soul as she brushed at her tempting curls of chocolate and auburn waves. "I must be sure he is also as true as he so believes."
"He is perfect, Kori!" Raven exclaimed in a harsh whisper. "You will find no one with more wealth and happiness to give than he –
"Love is as the stage, it can fade or last a lifetime." Kori turned to her mirror and sighed. "Leave me, I must perform well. And then, then only shall I tell him my true feelings."
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He'd gone to her right after the wonderful mess of color and lights. How he craved her attention and what she had to say. Victor or Raoul as those of high society believed he was, knocked upon the tall doorframe of Kori's dressing room. So much for a Madonna, she had shown magnificently in all of the heavens and of earth. Her light was so brilliant that he too had shed a great many tears before setting off to her hallway.
"Little Lottie?"
~ What is it you seek? ~
She said before the doorway, eyes away and ears to it to hear his lone timbre.
"I come here now to profess; do you remember? How we used to be, and how we still are meant for one another – if only you'd say it."
~I'll not decide as I should not. You are not this brash in a decision. ~ She huffed, leaving him with the bouquet in hand that he had to openly wilt. "I love only you up on that stage and as you were, you and I are not alone – all of your –
~You are to leave immediately. The time is far too soon! Please, Raoul….do not come here…~
"Lottie…" His brows fell. "Have I done something to offend you? Please; tell me what I must –
~ GO ! ~
He left her, the bouquet not fit for him home as the winter winds would take its spirit someplace far off, as his prayers of that one night soon too would be vanquished.
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She wept upon her dressing room floor, made it to her feet and fell upon her mirror to weep all alone. For she was never alone for long…
~ Christine……Christine…~
A voice so hauntingly beautiful and hypnotic hit her ears as the princess lifted her eyes to the glass. No. it was not him! He could not –
~ You weep and it makes me, concerned for you, Daie….Will you not consider? ~
"Consider?" Kori stood up and bunched her fists at the phantom voice in her ear. One that only she could hear. "I am not to leave; I am a star to my culture of the arts, I cannot –
~ Come away, for only tonight….my Christine….that boy knows very little. You cannot enjoy his company as you are….so, let me be your guide. Only here, for tonight…~
Out of the wall, a shadow cast itself superior. A lit candle beside it as mesmerizing as a tme ago when all was so humble to how she had once thrived. She was a princess in her castle; sworn to it for the rest of her days. Eyes half lidded; a sweet song leaked about the walls to entrance her. To coax her to take the hand of one, a phantom with a mask so strange and beautiful, that for tonight she could say nothing as the wall closed solidly behind the pair.
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Raoul had turned on his heels, thinking it wrong to give up on his dearest. Knowing she loved him, yet believing that there was witch craft at work as he too sensed the sounds of organs playing within the walls of this fabulous theatre.
He ran to the door, banging upon it in desperation so thick that he'd have blacked out by the remorse he felt filling up his lungs.
It was no such; he rammed open the door, and saw a colorless smog within – a gas, as he covered his mouth and nose. (Robin, see?)
His beloved Lottie had been stolen, so there was only one thing he could do.
Send out a search, even if she was not to be disturbed.
"He's come again; that deceitful… monster!" Grunted the coughing noble man to himself. "Help! We must find the star! She has been taken! Please, someone –
"Raoul?" Carlota strode along as her feet barely touched the rugs below them. "Why are you here, where is our Christine? What has happened to Kori???"
Victor; Raoul grasped the young woman by her shoulders to warn, that he would search the catacombs if she was not to be returned as those many other nights by her mysterious stalker.
"Rouse the others. We must find her…." He demanded quickly. "For he will be making that song happen again, tonight!"
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Kori lay draped upon a bed of find fabrics and silk as the phantom sighed, not expecting to be critiqued for his entering into the catacombs of his creation.
"Master Gaston." (Gaston was the name of the original writer of the phantom of the opera. Kudos to him as Slade!)
"Erik, my doubtful protégé." The man wore a cape and hat of the times, his eye taken from his by fire and brimstone. (Bullet.)
"She is amazing, is she not on that stage? I want to sing alongside her…. for you knew of my talents long before. That I have such a gift to share…"
"Your place is beside me, not feigning recognition as some ghoul in the rafters." Reprimanded the elder as he made his way close. "I can be very persuasive with the theatre's manager to have your little hide - away rectified. Erased, where you will not have a change of heart and swipe maidens from their dressing rooms. You have a craft I intend to build upon, this woman will have you beheaded." The male said in warning.
"I am not so young that love cannot be sought." Huffed the proud prince in his keep below the opera house. "My future is bleak, yet I taught her, my student I so adore…did you not adore us? My many nights spent perfecting the pitch you'd wanted, sir?"
"What disrespect." Master Gaston thumped his cane against wet stone as the river flowing beside the younger inside his small paradise would soon cease to be so pleasant an escape.
"You're to return the woman to her role; be done with her, do not tempt my wrath."
"I do nothing but please, and for once!" The masked teen stood and stomped across the floor. "I deserve to have love – you refuse to praise me as you had then. When they think of me, a monster. That stage was MY creation to the many -the ones who could not love as I have their song. You will…no, shall no –
The shout in his ear brought back memories as the elder lashed out, dragging the brat away with a gloved hand over his lips. No screams, as the ones to come were not at all unwelcomed as the pair slipped of into the dark of the catacomb's many escape routes.
"Christine!"
"Kori!"
How a tear left his eye as his teacher pulled the nineteen year prodigal underling from fining her voice for days. Not before he would return, and damn the ones to have them apart!
(Changing it to an abduction scene. It makes perfect sense, rad or watch the original! See if she isn't swayed by this form of stalking. So, messed up.)
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Nights ended and swaying skirts and frocks had the young apprentice to place his faith in his one devotion. To see Chrinstine – his angel of music and the muses, as the lead in this month's greatest showing. The royalty of Paris and elsewhere of the times would be there, all waiting to be wowed and to cry massive tears with an applause so breathtaking.
He had to become a part of it. To be ready to seize the day…
Yet, his master had acted by setting up restrictions and new warnings to all the opera staff. That a "phantom" would be attempting to make his appearance. So, the phantom placed on a second face, a new mask and made it to the set well before his aggressive mentor. He placed the curtains where they should go and peeked to see them all in rehearsal. How he'd not wished however, to see him…
Raoul, Kori's "Victor."
"I came at last, my darling!" Raoul was making a grave error; it was customary to not see an unwed woman before wedlock at this time. She would be ruined! He had to stop it, so…
When Raoul was good and distracted, he struck out – dragging the eligible bachelor into a closet to be bound and gagged for the rest off the night, away from the theatre's main performance hall.
He smirked below his mask of a Dante of a sort and went to set up his final trap.
A trap, that would even have his master clapping at his efforts.
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His plan was to pull her up and vanish before the last scene fell into place. She was so lovely in red, and he'd even written out the script, gotten the managers to consider it a mild threat.
They would let things go as they were, or something terrible would befall the opera house tonight.
Master Gaston followed the scent of a desperate attempt at stardom to the door of one, the princess in her gowns of a maiden so pure of heart, now scarlet and sworn to lover's quarrels.
He knocked upon her room's door as she spoke before it in the timbre of one meant to be so modest. Different from the puppy eyes of Raoul, or the prideful biting nips of his protégé, Erik.
"I wish to give you my best; I am quite close with the proprietor of this building, we go a ways back. He and I studied under the same teachers."
"You, are certain of this?" Her eyes came to peer through the lock, passive, yet coy.
"I am, and I wish you all the more in tonight's event. It will be, memorable, I assure the star. Miss Daie."
She came too the door as I creaked open. Her scare was of his one eye, yet he was gentle in his movements. He could not be so harmful, could he? That twinkle to her was of joy, or pride and she did not care for what it spelled across the floor as he crossed to her threshold. "You've a young teacher of your own, the rumors travel." The man told the princess as she stayed away with a step more towards her dresser. "He's possibly too lucky to not see it, if that phantom is entranced by the voice of the heavens. You could… escape." He proposed and rubbed his chin. "Rumors also tell me, that the criminal will stop at nothing to have you. And that his true desire is to see this space burn as you both make a valiant leave - you won't know it, yet he is a monster and to stay far, far away…" The man's breath was too close as Kori gasped and felt a cold tingle crawling up her poor spine. "I do have a person who has proposed, yet my teacher says –
"And what if I were to tell you, my dear that the phantom of this opera house is one of MY own creation. My student, who believes himself unwell unless you say yes in turn. And of course, I won't top you –
"How can this be??" Christine gripped her dresser's side with a gasp and a white knuckled grip.
"How? He and I are still young, yet he cannot know of you…this, I have known of your presence for far longer." She said, deducing that it wasn't to be. That this man couldn't….really be a liar….but, what then was he?
"His name." The man smirked and laid a bouquet from a different table to rest upon her dresser as he backed away towards the exit. "I shall give it to you; it is Erik. His love for you is nothing more than a cry for help. You needn't worry, my dear." The man tipped his hat, a and to the door frame as he smiled to her. This Christine was surely mystified by the dropped information upon her dressing room floor.
"He, is in pain? I must, then! He gave me this beautiful role. I can sing due to his wonderful methods and the encou –
"You WILL dismiss him, my dear." Seethed the man with widened eyes. "He is my whipped prentice; he has no say in it. Nor do you, if you wish to live a pleasant life as the greatest of us in Paris, Daie." He chuckled, seeing her determination not yet crushed.
"Good luck tonight, and of course, remember what I said." The doorway shut as she composed herself, the fear for not she – yet for her angel of music in the rafters.
Who was now in terrible danger – and at odds with a true, mad man!
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"There!"
In the rafters, just on time as Master Gaston watched with intrigue. An acrobat, was his pupil. Since he'd found the child at a circus so saddened of his life. He'd taken that hand to raise it to greatness.
Ye, this was a rebellion he'd not allow.
(There was a book about Erik's past and turns out it was very dark. The woman who wrote it made it seem like the kid lived through so many twists that it was pretty grim. I did keep it T to be easier on the fanfic community bots. We have it all under control, folks. Look for the book. 90s publication I think. Before censorship died.)
"Daaie!! My, beloved! We've come this far! I will always hear you! Come away!" He called as she looked to the sky, then to the seat where Gaston had his cane, expecting a standing ovation by his worrisome pupil.
Eyes as a wolf's while Kori's stayed wide as an owl's.
"no….you cannot! Kori! I…I love you more than the life I've been given! I love only you….why? Why can you not –
"It's come to a close, my student." Gaston strode amid the chaos as none saw him, none for he had the power to evade capture it seemed. "You've gotten your answer, Kori was it? We'll be off. I will see to his tantrums myself."
"No…call the opera manager! This man is crooked fiend, not I! You cannot trust his words…please…"
She looked away, threatened by Gaston as he tugged the kid from his perch,kicking and screaming before a blow to the head kept him out of any trouble.
"This is not as you said! Do not harm –
"You, made it clear that he won't be worth a star's time." Snipped the master, his grip round the masked boy's torso, too much to bare as Christine stuck the true monster with such lean wrists. She may have played a man's role on that stage, yet she held no true power to stop the kid napping from occurring. She wept upon the ground; Raoul the first to collect her once both phantom and fiend in a false face had dispersed from it seemed all of Paris.
"He…he needed someone…" She wept into her fiance's arm, for his words could not calm her pure heart - full of love for another.
"I will see to it that he is not forgotten…Erik left behind his work. In the catacombs!" She gasped and begged to go there…
Yet, they had ordered it cleared for evidence. How she wept even more so, begging to be left to her own devices. They all feared she was close to breaking, so Raoul took her that summer to the beaches of the southern tip to gain some color back to her face. How pale she was, how painful it was to be away from her home, and yet…
"A circus?"
"Yes, and a rather grand parade al across the streets of Paris. We would be wrong to not leave our blues to another day, wouldn't you say? Miss Daaie?"
So, they went. Dressing down, she spoke of the costumes and performers; how she had learned of such things from…
She turned her head, a sound so powerful and yet so faint.
It was, mourning. Singing to her.
~ Ahhh…..for once is enough that I may finally be, at peace. ~
She left her seat and reached the tents of the worker's to this establishment. The place seemingly calm. Save for one male as he washed his hair of saw dust and hay.
Punishment….
A splash of a water bucket had her trip into whom she'd only guessed by how his face was so swollen and beaten raw.
That man….how could he!
"You…."
"It, you are, here?" She gulped and tried not to run too close to her lost sun.
"Yes." He nodded, the bucket over his head as he rinsed his ebony scalp clear.
"Where is that man, the one who –
"You, do not know?" He was sure she'd not. She looked sickly pale, maybe due to losing her purpose…all because of his foolish conquest. "I've left my master, he was cruel only weeks ago." The boy spoke without much emotion, his eyes distracted by a scene playing over and over. Her own brows of auburn sainted by this reputable stance. Even when it was far from, so he spoke his truth. " The only way to escape, was to stop him, yet we fought and i…"
The distance between them was as vast ass any gorge to the depths of fear, her eyes of emerald fell upon his beaten in blue sapphires. "He is dead, Kori. I killed the man that took away my dream…I, you should go. This is no place –
"But –
"Get out!"
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She lived well as the wife to her Victor, her Raoul as she did as she pleased within a new opera house in London. Years later, she would be as happy now that she was to be with child. Very soon, and how she'd come to forget those swollen eyes in her nightmares.
There was a performance in town; not of clowns or magic tricks, yet acrobatics that stirred such excitement in the lives of all who lived and breathed for raw culture, such as she.
"Might we see –
"You'll be weak, or worse! The fanatics will run after you if I am not careful." After that day, her Victor had become more a protector than a pup. He had decided to see to her health as these times could wipe you off the face of the earth in a blink.
"Raoul, I would be very glad to enjoy as others will be. Our child, as well…" She laid a kiss upon his brow as the man sighed, taking her hands into his. "Promise to not run away, not to be swayed by fae or the unjust of that alley. You will be with me, and we will be happy. Together, with our daughter."
"I promise." She said this so softly, almost a whisper as her hands were released. "I will not roam far from our front doorway."
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The shouting and exuberance of the drums and people echoed down across the square, just as the rumors were true. A newly formed troupe; that took the amusement of trapezes and not any longer of animals to be cruel towards, came to their small town to show case its very brightest athletes up on the wire. How Kori wondered if that smidgen of hope in her breast was real or not, as she searched the crowd for her answer…
Yet, she saw not of that phantom, but of songs BEFORE the act could be seen by all.
A family of few, all similar attire and sequined as pretty dolls in a case, she saw him shhining with his swollen blue staring into the world, a cape along his back as it was tossed.
He, finally had found it.
She waved and smiled, not caring if Raoul dared to see, for this was never goodbye. Her song bird's pitch was real as the tent went along with the new star – studded troupe and their impressive lead.
A man of many faces, and talents.
She sniffled and watched on, overjoyed to know that they were never forever away from the world of fine culture and the arts.
~ My, Erik for always! May you find your dreams up on high, where I can never reach you….and thank you for the joy of song you have given…always, for my daughter will remember her god father…and maybe as just, her real father….my beloved angel of music…~
A beloved in secret, in dreams he came, to call her…. Christine, and so she went to find him. Her music of that lone night….many, years ago.
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That was more light hearted since i had to try something new. Next is Rebel yell's first; Medieval Shorts - Assassin's Creed. A fantasy epic in olden times where slade is the king of thieves with an unruly , you guessed it runuaway prince who's lost his memory and is now working for the lord of the dark wood as his right hand and protege. will there be titans? Raven is a mystic, Gar is a Stranging ( halfling) and Cy is the son of a former knight and blacksmith to the kingdom of Metropoli. ( Since i don't know where cy was born besides the jla backatage pass he gets in live action.)
Who wouldn't want to see warrior princess Kori and her hated rival sibling face off with arrows and swords! Lots of fun there, flare day half day today. hail fell and missed half my day with this gut permeability. a work in progress. read on for more!
