Phantom Savior (Based on the 2004 Phantom of the Opera film)

Phantom Gentle

      Candle light flickered across the girl's face softly. The sound of running water was quiet against the edge of the little boat. The Shadow pushed them through the water, standing perfectly balanced so that the boat didn't even so much as rock. Through the dark stone tunnels, ridden with dripping water, cracked walls, and grand stone carvings, the Shadow silently moved. 

      Spindles of candles rose out of the water as the Shadow approached. They illuminated black and green water. More candles rose, a path leading up to a raised stone platform, wide and long against the great, curving walls of the open room at the end of the tunnel. 

      More stone tunnels flooded with water stretched in three directions from this main room. The Shadow pushed the boat with his long pole to a ramp onto the dry stone. He pulled the small boat and the unconscious girl inside of it onto the solid ramp. 

      The Shadow untied his cape and swished it off to the side. He pulled off his dark suit jacket and his white overshirt as well and bent down to take the girl in his arms. He carried her through rows of candles and musical instruments and tall tiered towers of candles and stacks of books all draped in yellow light and shadows. The Shadow carried the girl to a deep red satin curtain and pushed it aside. There was a small spring of fresh water coming from a hole in the wall. The water filled up large stone tub. The Shadow carried the girl up the steps to the edge of the water and kicked off his shoes. 

      He walked down the next steps into the water, submerging both his body and the girl's. Right away, the slow current began to wash away the dirt and filth that was all over her from living on the streets. The Shadow slowly worked the girl's tattered cloth off, careful not to jostle her too much or wake her. 

      He washed the filth from her skin, getting his whole body wet as well. Her white porcelain face looked almost beautiful clean. Her long unruly hair darkened as it was wet and washed, almost running black. The Shadow cleaned the poor creature until she smelled like an upper class citizen. The time passed and she never woke. 

      The Shadow hummed softly as he redressed the girl in a this white gown from an old wooden chest. He laid her down in a bed, pulling warm blankets around her in the chilled air of the tunnel system. 

      "Sleep well, little one." She had probably one of the worst experiences of her whole life this warm night, a terribly traumatic one. It was only the proper response to sleep until the shock and soreness is gone. 

      The Shadow closes the curtain that is the doorway to her room. Silence, one grande candelabra casts the only light, licking at the sleeping maiden's fair face.