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Phantom of the Opera's youth

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    Young Sarah Giry led the boy quickly away from the circus tent. Panic threatened to overwhelm her. What was she doing, rescuing a murderer? But something in the boy's pleading eyes had convinced her. Now, she headed for the only place she could think of. The Opera Populaire. She ushered the boy quietly towards the sewer hole of the building, hissing under her breath, "In, in, in!" The boy blinked at her, then slipped through the bars and waited in silence, slipping into the shadows.
    Men ran to Sarah, torches in hand and murder in their eyes. One of them turned to address her. "Young lady, did you see a boy with a scarred face run past?" Taking a deep breath, Sarah made herself look much calmer then she actually was, and said in as normal a voice as she could muster, "They boy from the circus? The Devil's Child? He ran that way." She pointed in the wrong direction, praying that they wouldn't hear the false note in her voice, or sense the fear that raced through her veins. The man nodded. "Thanks, girl." The man went past, and Sarah's heartbeat slowed. Slowly, she turned to face the disfigured boy.
    His face nearly made her scream, it was so hideous. Half of his face was horribly distorted, as if someone had burned it. He noticed her watching, and turned his face away. "Thanks." He murmered. Sarah nodded quietly, not entirely at ease. Quietly, she forced herself to ask, "Why did you kill him?" The scene ran before her eyes again. The rope tightening around the man's neck, his bright red face, with eyes widened in surprise. But the thing that had frightened her the most had been the cold, deadly look on the boy's face. He looked some years younger than her, and yet his eyes had glowed with a fiery hatred.
    He didn't look like a killer now. His eyes were full of cautious gratitude, and a sense of relief. Sarah didn't want to think about how long he had been the slave of those horrid men. He said softly, "Because he beat me. Every day, he beat me. It was torture. I couldn't take it anymore." There was that flame of hate in his eyes again; it made Sarah's neck hair stand on end. He changed the subject quickly. "So where to now?" His fear seemed to be fading; now he had the light of adventure in his eyes. Wherever he was going, it had to be better then where he'd been before. Sarah hesitated, then said, "Follow me." She slipped through the bars and brushed past him, walking into the sewer of the theater. The boy followed her without hesitation.
    Sarah walked further into the depths of the theater, holding up her skirt so that it didn't get wet. She could barely hear the boy following her as they slipped quietly through the tunnels. It was almost spooky how silently he moved, and Sarah once again was reminded of the cold hatred in his eyes when he had killed the man. She shuddered, and kept walking. Finally, they reached a small wooden raft. Sarah climbed on first, then turned to face the boy. "C'mon." The boy hesitated for a moment, then he climbed on as well. They made their way silently through the water, finally reaching the small island.
    As soon as they reached it, the boy leaped off of the raft, and onto the island, his eyes wide. xHe scanned the entire island with bright, excited eyes. There wasn't much there; a small wooden chair and a guitar. Sarah asked the boy quietly, "What is your name?" The boy kept his face turned away from her and murmered, "I don't have one." Then he turned to face her full in the face, and she had to work hard not to gasp at the sight of the face. He asked her in a wavery voice. "You're not going to turn me in, are you?" Sarah shook her head. "Of course not. No one will ever know you are here." The boy gave a small half-smile. "No one? I'll be like... a ghost or something? A phantom?" Sarah nodded. "Yes. You'll be the Phantom of the Opera." The boy laughed softly.
    The boy approached the guitar, and asked, "May I?" Sarah nodded. He picked up the guitar, sat in the chair, and began to play a slow, eeiree tune. He sang softly, "Close your eyes, for your eyes will only tell the truth, and the truth isn't what you want to see." He smiled, and continued "In the dark it is easy to pretend that the truth is what it ought to be." He turned to her. "What do you think?" Sarah forced herself to close her mouth. He had an amazing singing voice. She managed to say softly, "It was wonderful." It was true, but there was something, some darkness in his song, that frightened her. She suddenly yearned for light, and told the boy quickly, "I need to return. They'll wonder where I am. But I will return with food, and some proper clothes." He nodded, then asked softly, "And a mask?" She nodded, and stepped onto the boat, wondering as she rowed away what would come of this.

    Many years later, Sarah Giry, or Madame Giry as she was known now, watched in horror as the Phantom stood on the stage, whispering an unfamiliar tune in Chrinstine's ear. As Madame Giry had cared for the Phantom over the years, she had watched the sparks of hate in his eyes become a roaring fire, and she knew he was obsessed with Christine. But she had never imagined that he'd kill again for her sake alone.
    Christine turned to face the Phantom, and did what Madame Giry had never been able to; she took his mask off. The audiance screamed and gasped at the sight of his horrid face, but Christine just stood looking at him, tears in her eyes. The Phantom grabbed her, cut the rope which held the chandileer, and kicked the lever which cause him and Christine to fall through a hole in the stage and into the sewers. As fire spread on the stage, Madame Giry heard Carlotta cry out in horror, "Piangi! Piangi my love!" Madame Giry grimmaced. No need to ask what had happened to Piangi. An image flashed in her mind of a noose around the man's neck, and she flinched.
    Suddenly, a man tapped her shoulder. She turned and saw Raoul, Christine's lover. He asked, "Where are they?" She said quickly, "Follow me. I will lead you to them. But remember, keep your hand at the level of your eyes!" A new voice spoke from behind Madame Giry. "I'll come with you." She turned to face her daughter, horror pounding in her heart. Isn't losing one daugther enough?!? "No Meg, you stay here. Follow me, and do as I say." As she led Raoul through the sewers, she asked herself, Is this all my fault?
This is where Madame Giry first saves The Phantom from the circus where he had been dubbed "The Devil's Child.", and has regrets about it later.

Yay, more Phantom stuff.
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angelasdawn's avatar
Wonderful writing, this is just how I emagined her thoughts. Brava.