Phantom's Performance

Chapter 20

Disclaimer!- There is 1 song in this chapter. It's from the movie 'Descendants: The Rise of Red'. The song is named "Get your hands dirty." It has been STUCK in my head and I liked it in this chapter!

Charlie's Pov

The day after Lute's challenge to Y/n dawned, a tense atmosphere was hanging over the hotel. Everyone had gone to their rooms after Lucifer's revelation, the weight of the prophecy pressing heavily on their minds. They had only five days before the fight, and the air was thick with unspoken fears and uncertainty.

I was in a frenzy, running around the hotel, my anxiety palpable. "Hey, toots. What's wrong?" Angel Dust called out; his voice tinged with concern. But I ignored him, checking each room with growing desperation. I darted up to Y/n and Alastor's floor, checking Y/n's room and office, but there was no sign of my sister. Panic set in as everyone in the hotel started to flip out.

I decided to go to Alastor's room, hoping he might have some answers. As I knocked on the door, Alastor opened it with a look of concern.

"Alastor, I can't find Y/n anywhere," I blurted out, my voice shaking. "I'm really worried. Do you have any idea where she might be?"

Alastor paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Let's step inside for a moment, Charlie," he said, ushering me into his room. Once inside, he closed the door and took a deep breath. "I think I know where she is. She might be at the circus tent I showed her a few days ago."

My eyes widened even more. "Can we go to her? Just the two of us?"

Alastor nodded, determined to find Y/n and bring her back safely. "Yes, let's go."

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We made our way to the tent, the silence between us heavy with worry. As we approached, Alastor motioned for me to be quiet. From the stage in the middle of the tent, we could hear Y/n's siren singing, her voice echoing through the space.

Alastor signaled for me to approach Y/n. I carefully made my way to the stage and sat beside my sister. Y/n looked up and smiled at me, a mix of determination and weariness in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly, trying to hide my fear.

Y/n sighed; her gaze distant. "I was just thinking about getting my hands dirty."

I didn't like the sound of that. "I don't like that this fight is happening, Y/n. I don't like that you're going to 'get your hands dirty.'"

Y/n's eyes hardened. "Sometimes, Charlie, you have to do things you don't want to do. There are rules for a reason."

I looked down, feeling a mix of confusion and worry. Then, I accidentally knocked over a vase, and the sound seemed to trigger something. Music began to play in the distance, and Y/n stood up, a smile playing on her lips.

"Right and wrong, cruel and kind, who's to say?" Y/n sang softly, her voice filled with emotion.

"There's a code that I believe in." I lifted my finger, pointing upwards.

"Every choice you're gonna find there's shades of gray." Y/n continued, referencing Adam.

"There are rules for a reason." I clasped my hands in prayer.

"Robin Hood, awesome guy. You'd agree." Y/n's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.

"But he stole from the poor!" I stood up, joining Y/n on the stage.

"So, you could then cross that line, theoretically," Y/n smirked.

"I don't know anymore..." I admitted.