Post by seunan on Mar 27, 2005 14:22:19 GMT -5
Okay first of all none of the characters belong to me...they belong to Gastron Leroux who FIRST wrote The Phantom of the Opera, and to Warner Bros who made the film of the Phantom of the Opera and no doubt the authors of various other versions of the Phantom of the Opera.
Also those who have seen the film Emile Giry is Mme Giry. O and some parts may seem rather violent.
Chapter 1: Freedom
Erik crouched down in the straw, trying to block out the people surrounding his cage. He'd been at the freak show for as long as he could remember now. He sighed quietly to himself, a slight frown of concentration crossing his face, unseen by the gathering crowd. He could feel the coarse fabric of the sack he wore as a mask rough on his face. He was attempting, with little success, too make a toy monkey. It would help if he didn't get disturbed as much.
Erik heard the crack of the whip which announced his captors entrance. He didn't even bother turning to face his captor defiantly. There was no point it was futile resisting. He gave a soft cry of pain, unheard by the audience, as his captor grabbed hold of the sack and some of his hair. He heard more than felt the crack of the whip brought down across his back before his captor ripped off the sack. The gathered crowd drew back in fear, some muttering among themselves. Almost hopefully he looked about the crowd, begging them with his eyes to help him escape. No one. Tears rolled down his face as slowly he gave up hope.
The sack was dropped by his feet. Another crack of the whip caused him to flinch back. He knew the drill now. His captor left the cage to collect the money. Erik kept his position squatting down in the straw again, slipping the sack back over his head. He had may as well get used to life at the freak show. Suddenly he turned as he heard the grate of the bolt to his cage been drawn back. 'Who was mad enough to want to free him? Or was it a joke' Erik thought suspiciously. He looked at the person and saw pity and compassion in their eyes. It was a young girl about his age.
Erik picked up the parts of the monkey he had managed to make so far and darted out of the cage. His captors back was to him. The whip that Erik had come to hate was still in his hands. Erik darted behind his captor and wrenched the whip off him. His captor was too suprised to react as his captivated crowd fled. Quickly Erik dropped the two peices of the monkey on the floor and brought the whip round his captors neck. Tightening it. Strangling his captor. Sheer hatred giving him strength to keep his footing even against his captors struggles. Slowly the struggles ceased as Erik knotted the rope round his captors neck. He gave a twist of his wrist snapping his captors neck before allowing the lifeless body to fall to the floor. He picked up the two peices of monkey and followed the girl. Swiftly she showed him the way into the underground passageways of a great building...an opera house. Then she was gone. Erik was left alone in near darkness. Slowly and cautiously he started to explore his surroundings.
Erik used his hands at first to feel for the passageway walls. Nothing. He tripped over something and frowned as he felt it with his hands. It was cold, and felt like some sort of metal. Slowly he traced the outline with his hands of a candle stick. Carefully now he searched for another object and almost bumped into it, a table. What else would he find. He felt along the table and found a flint. He remembered something he'd been taught at the freak show. He found a stick and struck the flint against it, creating a flame. Slowly he found his way back to the candle stick and saw 3 candles on it. With a frown on his face he lit the three candles. What he saw almost caused him to gasp in suprise. He was in an underground cavern of some sort. The light hadn't even found the tunnel walls yet. Slowly using the stick he found his way about, lighting more candles before finally he was forced to drop the stick as it almost burnt his fingers. There was an organ to one side, and the table he'd almost stumbled into was actually a writing desk. He took a candle from a nearby candle holder and continued his explorations. He was near an underground lake of some sort.
Slowly Erik found out more about this place. Once everywhere was lighted so he could see he set about exploring it more closely. He would find everything out about this place. It was as good a place as any to call home. He carefully wiped the dust off the keys of the organ. A melody came to his head. He searched about for something to sit on and found a stool, a bit rocky but it would support his weight. Slowly he started to play the melody, improvising. Although he had never been near an organ or any musical instrument before he seemed almost instinctivly to know what to do. He soon got lost in his own music.
Once he had got the feel for the organ he looked about for something to at least cover the keys with. He'd have to clean the organ off eventually, the side carvings and the pipes. Now though he had some more exploring to do. Erik picked a candle out of a nearby stand and set about exploring a dark hole he had noticed which was covered by what appeared to have once been a curtain. He carefully took it down, although a bit holey it would be adequate enough to cover the keys until he could find something better. He held the candle up high to light his way better and saw a bed, in the shape of a swan. The coverings of the cushions were gone but there was a blanket still pretty much intact. It would suit for his needs anyway. He carefully wiped the dust off the swans head, feeling the intricate carving of the feathers. The wood was one he didn't know of. But it was still beautiful. There were more candles in this room, or cavern. He wondered if anyone had ever lived here or if it was just another dumping ground. With no one to see him he removed the sack that covered his face. The mirrors down here, there was one and it was hiding something. He found a tapestry in almost fine order, for covering things even though he could no longer see the pattern and walked over to where the mirror was and hung the tapestry over it. That way he wouldn't be cursed to see his own face. The other mirrors, oddly enough, were already covered.
Erik gave a yawn. The excitement of his escape from the freak show and then his explorations of the labryinthe of tunnels had tired him out. He returned to the main cavern and blew out the candles, including the one he used to explore a bit before returning to where the bed was. He dragged the blanket down from its shelf and slowly settled himself down to sleep. He blew out all but one candle on the candle stick near his bed, that last one he left lit so that if he woke up in the night he wouldn't be afraid. Then he fell to sleep. His face pretty peaceful, a slight smile on his face.
~~~
Erik did not know for how long he had slept. He had a few vague recollections of waking up; each time the light of the candle had reassured him and lulled him back to sleep. Slowly he sat up in the swan bed, grimacing in pain as the welts left on his back from the whip pulled slightly. He rubbed his eyes, was he still dreaming? Slowly he started to remember the events of last night. A grin spread on his face as he remembered he was free, and even better he was safe.
Slowly he got out of bed. It all seemed as if he was in a dream. He could barely believe what his eyes were telling him. Using the candle he had left alight while he slept he lit some of the other candles in his lair.Now his eyes were picking up details that he hadn't noticed before. There was a brazier of coals, using the remaining stump of the candle he was carrying he lit the brazier. Slowly Erik left his lair to explore more of this new place.
Also those who have seen the film Emile Giry is Mme Giry. O and some parts may seem rather violent.
Chapter 1: Freedom
Erik crouched down in the straw, trying to block out the people surrounding his cage. He'd been at the freak show for as long as he could remember now. He sighed quietly to himself, a slight frown of concentration crossing his face, unseen by the gathering crowd. He could feel the coarse fabric of the sack he wore as a mask rough on his face. He was attempting, with little success, too make a toy monkey. It would help if he didn't get disturbed as much.
Erik heard the crack of the whip which announced his captors entrance. He didn't even bother turning to face his captor defiantly. There was no point it was futile resisting. He gave a soft cry of pain, unheard by the audience, as his captor grabbed hold of the sack and some of his hair. He heard more than felt the crack of the whip brought down across his back before his captor ripped off the sack. The gathered crowd drew back in fear, some muttering among themselves. Almost hopefully he looked about the crowd, begging them with his eyes to help him escape. No one. Tears rolled down his face as slowly he gave up hope.
The sack was dropped by his feet. Another crack of the whip caused him to flinch back. He knew the drill now. His captor left the cage to collect the money. Erik kept his position squatting down in the straw again, slipping the sack back over his head. He had may as well get used to life at the freak show. Suddenly he turned as he heard the grate of the bolt to his cage been drawn back. 'Who was mad enough to want to free him? Or was it a joke' Erik thought suspiciously. He looked at the person and saw pity and compassion in their eyes. It was a young girl about his age.
Erik picked up the parts of the monkey he had managed to make so far and darted out of the cage. His captors back was to him. The whip that Erik had come to hate was still in his hands. Erik darted behind his captor and wrenched the whip off him. His captor was too suprised to react as his captivated crowd fled. Quickly Erik dropped the two peices of the monkey on the floor and brought the whip round his captors neck. Tightening it. Strangling his captor. Sheer hatred giving him strength to keep his footing even against his captors struggles. Slowly the struggles ceased as Erik knotted the rope round his captors neck. He gave a twist of his wrist snapping his captors neck before allowing the lifeless body to fall to the floor. He picked up the two peices of monkey and followed the girl. Swiftly she showed him the way into the underground passageways of a great building...an opera house. Then she was gone. Erik was left alone in near darkness. Slowly and cautiously he started to explore his surroundings.
Erik used his hands at first to feel for the passageway walls. Nothing. He tripped over something and frowned as he felt it with his hands. It was cold, and felt like some sort of metal. Slowly he traced the outline with his hands of a candle stick. Carefully now he searched for another object and almost bumped into it, a table. What else would he find. He felt along the table and found a flint. He remembered something he'd been taught at the freak show. He found a stick and struck the flint against it, creating a flame. Slowly he found his way back to the candle stick and saw 3 candles on it. With a frown on his face he lit the three candles. What he saw almost caused him to gasp in suprise. He was in an underground cavern of some sort. The light hadn't even found the tunnel walls yet. Slowly using the stick he found his way about, lighting more candles before finally he was forced to drop the stick as it almost burnt his fingers. There was an organ to one side, and the table he'd almost stumbled into was actually a writing desk. He took a candle from a nearby candle holder and continued his explorations. He was near an underground lake of some sort.
Slowly Erik found out more about this place. Once everywhere was lighted so he could see he set about exploring it more closely. He would find everything out about this place. It was as good a place as any to call home. He carefully wiped the dust off the keys of the organ. A melody came to his head. He searched about for something to sit on and found a stool, a bit rocky but it would support his weight. Slowly he started to play the melody, improvising. Although he had never been near an organ or any musical instrument before he seemed almost instinctivly to know what to do. He soon got lost in his own music.
Once he had got the feel for the organ he looked about for something to at least cover the keys with. He'd have to clean the organ off eventually, the side carvings and the pipes. Now though he had some more exploring to do. Erik picked a candle out of a nearby stand and set about exploring a dark hole he had noticed which was covered by what appeared to have once been a curtain. He carefully took it down, although a bit holey it would be adequate enough to cover the keys until he could find something better. He held the candle up high to light his way better and saw a bed, in the shape of a swan. The coverings of the cushions were gone but there was a blanket still pretty much intact. It would suit for his needs anyway. He carefully wiped the dust off the swans head, feeling the intricate carving of the feathers. The wood was one he didn't know of. But it was still beautiful. There were more candles in this room, or cavern. He wondered if anyone had ever lived here or if it was just another dumping ground. With no one to see him he removed the sack that covered his face. The mirrors down here, there was one and it was hiding something. He found a tapestry in almost fine order, for covering things even though he could no longer see the pattern and walked over to where the mirror was and hung the tapestry over it. That way he wouldn't be cursed to see his own face. The other mirrors, oddly enough, were already covered.
Erik gave a yawn. The excitement of his escape from the freak show and then his explorations of the labryinthe of tunnels had tired him out. He returned to the main cavern and blew out the candles, including the one he used to explore a bit before returning to where the bed was. He dragged the blanket down from its shelf and slowly settled himself down to sleep. He blew out all but one candle on the candle stick near his bed, that last one he left lit so that if he woke up in the night he wouldn't be afraid. Then he fell to sleep. His face pretty peaceful, a slight smile on his face.
~~~
Erik did not know for how long he had slept. He had a few vague recollections of waking up; each time the light of the candle had reassured him and lulled him back to sleep. Slowly he sat up in the swan bed, grimacing in pain as the welts left on his back from the whip pulled slightly. He rubbed his eyes, was he still dreaming? Slowly he started to remember the events of last night. A grin spread on his face as he remembered he was free, and even better he was safe.
Slowly he got out of bed. It all seemed as if he was in a dream. He could barely believe what his eyes were telling him. Using the candle he had left alight while he slept he lit some of the other candles in his lair.Now his eyes were picking up details that he hadn't noticed before. There was a brazier of coals, using the remaining stump of the candle he was carrying he lit the brazier. Slowly Erik left his lair to explore more of this new place.