Children of Life

Child of Hunger

I am honestly trying to get as many chapters as I can on here before I lose ten finger typing finger privileges, seeing that I am going to have to type on my phone. I have decided to add elements from different Phantoms' musical and non-musical. I will probably not make it gory like the Robert Englund's version, this will be more like Webber met the Charles Dance version. This story is basically almost free from Hunchback because I am only using Esmeralda and her characteristics, so in this version this is basically Esmeralda per book before she met Quasimodo, but there will be characters that seem like characters from the hunchback coming soon. So now that, that rant is over on with the story.

Esmeralda felt odd like she had a cold, her thoughts were muddled and she felt like she was thinking through quick sand. Everything around her was blurry around the edges and her hearing felt like she listening under water. "So this is what it feels like to be drugged." She thought to herself as her stomach twisted. "I'm not to sure that I like it." The room seemed to pitch and churn like a ship on a rough sea.

As the room started to even out, the door opened and in stepped the masked man, Erik, she remembered. He was carrying a tray that a plate with what looked like a couple slices of white bread with a hunk of yellow cheese on it. The man spoke as he came closer

"I hope you don't mind, but this all I have down here, I don't eat very often so I don't keep much food around." He looked down at the meal in his hands and shook his head, as if he was ashamed about what he was holding.

"I don't mind, I'm thankful for anything you have." The words seemed to come out her mouth without her consent. Even though she didn't mind too much, it was food and she was hungry, thats all that mattered at the moment.

Thats it for now, bye.