My Knight In Shining Armor With A Mask (Phantom Of The Opera Fanfic)

Nadir Khan

Nadir's POV

When I was kid in India, I mostly went to my private place to study and read English.

One day, I was sitting comfortabley under a nice tree.

I was now 22 yrs. old by that time.

I was hit by a ball on the knee. I looked around and there a boy by the age of 10, very dark blonde, green eyes and smiling went to me.

"I'm sorry." He say kindly in English.

"That's okay...may I play?" I say in English. Thank Allah, that I have been practicing but there were some accent. He nodded and I stood up.

"How old are you?" I ask. "Uhmm...I'm ten." Wow, he's very tall at his age.

"By the way, I'm Victor...Victor Destler." He extended his hand to mine. Wow...even though he's only ten he acts like an adult.

"Nadir...Nadir Khan." I shooked his hand and we began to play ball.

After we finished playing basketball, I decided to tour him around Persia. All the bustling streets, my favorite foods and favorite places especially the old ones. We became best friends.

Suddenly, he stopped walking and stare at a ruined palace. "Hey Nadir! What's this place?" He asks.

"This is once a tall, strong and beautifully designed palace. The designer was a master assasin and architect for the Shah of India long ago. He was called the 'Angel of Death'." I say.

The story was so haunting and interesting. I always heard from very old people that he killed people for the Shah and he always design such architecture that it was undescribable but the most frightening that he also killed in Arenas for enjoyment for the Shah's evil wife, the Shaheen.

"But why was it destroyed?" He asks. "They say that he got angry that they keep disturbing him with gifts. That he decided to leave this place with his friend. They exploded the palace and...never seen again ."

"Who was his friend?" I paused for a while and say"My...great-grandfather....Nadir...Khan." He was a disgrace to my Persian family.

They say he even made the Shaheen ugly by putting some toxic in her cosmetics.

I shooked my thoughts away and ask Victor "Why do you ask all these questions?"

"Because I dreamt this  everyday, I dreamt that I was an architect for the Shah...and even...killed...people in my dreams. I'm not afraid of them...and I've dreamt that I saw you...in an older version. I even...destroyed..

this place." This made me shocked.

He must have visions of the past! I thought.

"So, Nadir...will you show me more?" He asks kindly. I just nodded and we walked away from the palace ruins.

Victor's vacation only lasted for a few weeks, but, we kept in touch. We've been best friends ever since.

One day, I travelled Paris to fulfill my dream as a doctor...and 10 years later, I'm a doctor in a small hospital near the Opera Garnier, Victor's father owns it.

One day, Me and my colleuge got assigned to a patient who got badly injured in a car accident.

We entered the room, while he examined him and I looked at his papers.

It was Victor's name! I examined him - and it was trully Victor. He has changed.

"Such a waste, my friend..." My friend say. "He's my best friend...since we were kids." I say still shocked.

After a few days, I've received that Victor just checked out. Devastated, I went to his room and - he was gone.

I decided to call his new phone number - and praise Allah, he answered.

"Oh...Hi, Nadir...Why did you called?" He asks. "You know, Victor, that I work at the Hospital at Paris near your father's Opera House." I say.

"Yeah...why?" He asks. "In the hospital, I was assigned for a young man who got badly injured from a car accident. That young man was a dear friend of mine. I wanted to know where he lives - but I  never got a chance to know because he checked out." I say.

"And that young man...was you." I continued. "Hideous...isn't it?" He say. "So...can you tell me where you live?...to catch up through these years." I ask changing the subject.

He was silent for a while, but finally say "Okay...okay...just meet me at the Opera Garnier at 10 o'clock. Don't be late." "Thank you..." I say.

The next day, I drove to the Opera Garnier and waited for Victor there at the front.

Suddenly, somebody tapped my shoulder - and Victor was there. Even though, he had a bandage wrapped around the right side of his face, he was still Victor.

Happy, I hugged him which made him chuckle. "Nice to see you, Nadir." He say.

"So, this is your father's Opera House?" I ask. "Yeah, it was built and designed by my great - grandfather...but I don't know his name." He say.

"So...where do you live? I know you don't live here." I say changing the subject.

"No...I can only show you one place, but you have to keep it a secret." I only nodded.

I followed him just silent and observant. We entered the front door, walking past the large and beautifully decorated halls and down to a secret door that revealed a river with a boat.

But we didn't took the boat, we  walked the halls beside the river.

There, I saw a lair. It screamed mystery and the very old days. There are music sheets lying on the floor, an organ in the middle of it, tall candelabras and a chess set on a table.

Chess...I never played it in years. I was really good back in India, I'd bet I could beat Victor in it...if he plays...I thought.

"Seems...cozy." I say.

"I found it when I was a kid. I also find some thingxs about who lived here before I found it." He say.

"Who?" I curiouslly say. "I don't know...but I found he was called 'Phantom of the Opera' and I found in his diary...he was called the Angel of Death in Persia." This shocked me...

A few days later, I came to Victor's place so we can play chess and talk more.

On the way, I heard loud sobbing...from Victor.

I ran - I surely ran to know what's happening.

There - I saw him holding Maria. Victor always told stories of  her who has chocolate curls, captivating brown eyes, pale skin, happy and cheerful caught his heart.

But instead that...She was lifeless in his arms...

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Hey guys, thank you so much for almost 400 reads. And those who seemed confused about my story. I'll explain:

I changed Christine Daae to Maria Day; Erik Destler to Victor Destler. You'll found out in a few chapters. I don't want to give some hints in this chapter especially the dreams.

I changed Nadir's birthplace. Instead of Persia I chose India because there's beautiful monuments there and it's set in Modern Times.

And the Angel of Death...

After Madame Giry saved Erik and after a few years. He left to search more in his life. He found Persia and there he meet Nadir. There he also worked for the Shah as his leading architect and master assasin. He got sick of them because he kept working for the Shah's palace; the women gifts and; the Shaheen's wickedness.

After he destroyed the palace and he left with Nadir before putting some toxic to her Shaheen's cosmetics for revenge...and you now the rest.

I hope this will help. I actually made this all up. Please vote and my next update wil be coming soon. Thank you again for the ones who read and vote my last chapter.