Phantom One Shots

Black Panther

☠️POSChap5: Black Panther☠️

(First Person POV)

"Erik. You know what to do." I called upon my feline friend. He was a very big cat. He was rather short tempered as well. The large black panther, Erik stood from next to me and approached his new prey. Joseph. A stage hand. The idiot tried to get Madame Giry and the new managers to get rid of poor Erik. Erik was only angry because I was angry. He couldn't give a damn about what Joseph spoke about, that's how useless the stagehand was.

Erik growled at the stagehand. Joseph was handcuffed to the floor. Ive created my own dungeon and home under the opera house with Erik. Erik circled Joseph. Joseph was pale with fear and he was trying to keep facing Erik. Erik pounced finally and tore open Joseph's neck with a slash with his powerful paws, claws out. Blood splattered sideways onto the stone floor. I smiled happily as Erik ate away at Joseph's now open skin. Joseph was dead in seconds. The blood has clogged his airway. Suffocation.

"Good boy!" I praised Erik. I stood up and petted the panther gently down his head. He continued to eat, paying me no mind as I watched him do his business.

"Now he wont try to send you away!" I smiled happily at Erik. He licked his lips from the blood and rubbed against my legs as I walked out of the dungeon. Erik could always return to the meat of Joseph. I walked over to the organ and sat down. Erik went under the organ and laid down at my feet, laying on my feet. I could feel his warm fur, compared to the freezing cold of the caverns under the Opera Populaire. I cracked my knuckles and got read to play. I put my fingers on the right keys and played.

Erik always liked my playing. It was an easy way to summon him if he were hiding around. He would always come back to listen. He would eat and sleep anywhere, tho keeping me in the vicinity if he were to relax his heavy guard. Erik was very protective of me. I had saved him from getting pelted by some hunters because his mother had left him. Erik  was born with a bit of a deformation on the left side of his face. His mother was ashamed of him...what a terrible mother.

Once his mother left him to fend on his own. A few hunters came and tried to shoot him down and take his black fur coat for profit.

[Flashback]

BAAAANG
BOOM
BANG BANG BANG

I heard the gun shots and came running. I found myself in the middle of town. Two hunters were chasing after a small black blurr that quickly hid behind my feet. The hunters scowled at me when they saw me. I gave a angry look. I hated hunters. I was always very fond of animals.

"Get out of here, missy. Us men have to take care of that there panther cub." One of the hunters said. I felt offended instantly and picked up the cub, being the smart little 10 year old I kicked them in the shins and ran off screaming.

"HELP HELP THEY ARE TRYING TO KILL ME HELP HELP HELP!!" I yelled as I ran away down the streets of Paris. I got to where my mom used to work before she died, the Opera Populaire. I took a passage way into the caverns below, carrying the whimpering cub with me. I heard the large ruckus outside of people yelling. I smirked and walked through the caverns, feeling safe enough to slow down. I examined the cub in my arms. It was whimpering and whining. There was slick blood on it's coat.

"It's ok! They can't hurt you anymore!" I reassured. I set the cub gently into the lake near the island in the caverns. I gently washed away the blood, careful to not hurt the poor cub. It whimpered still. I saw the bullet hole and looked around for a moment. How do I get it out? I tore off my sleeve of my already ragged dress. I wrap it tight enough to apply enough pressure to the wound, trying to stop the blood that now reddened the water. I cursed.

"I don't have anything..." I didnt want to use my hands but i'd have to. I rolled up whatever remained of my sleeves. I washed my hands in the water, trying to sterilize my hands as to not infect the bullet wound. I unwrapped the wound carefully and used one hand to hold the cub down steadily as to not let him run away from the following pain.

"Ok. This is going to really, really hurt. Do. Not. Move." I warned the cub. I kissed it's head to draw it's attention then dug my fingers into the wound. The young cub yelped and whined in pain and I pulled the bullet up slightly, it had gotten deep but didnt hut anything important luckily. The cub kicked a bit in pain. Trying to make me stop it struggled in my grasp. My eyes watered.

"Calm down! I can't help if you move! please!" I tried to plead but it can't understand! I put my hand in front of his mouth. He opens his mouth and bites hard on my hand. I pull the bullet out all the way out as the panther cub makes my hand bleed with it's sharp fangs. Once it was done, I quickly left upstairs and stole bandages, since now the panther was safe. I wrapped up the panther with the fresh bandages and washed my hands in the water. The cub stumbled around on land, exploring. And yes, I did dry him with the Prima Donna's sheet covers. He was all dry and his fur was poofy.

"I guess I must give you a name now..." I said to well myself. The panther waddled over adorably and laid against me. Which made me feel super happy. I sat there, stroking him gently as I thought of names.

"How about Robert?" I asked. No reaction.

"Panther?"

Nothing

"Marcus?"

Nothing

"Erik?"

He looked up at me with his big eyes. He meowed and whipped his tail around happily. I nodded with a smile.

"Ok! Hi Erik! I'm {name}" I grinned.