I DON'T OWN THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ONLY THE CHARACTERS I CREATED!!!
(Prologue)
(2004)
I was running, running in the night from that awful place. The rain poured while I ran through the forest, trying to find a place to hide. Blood dripping from my face, burning as I held my hand over my face. I could hear distant yelling, 'I have to get out of here!' I thought to myself.
"Come on he can't be far!" I heard one of them say.
"What are we gonna do? I mean we can't get away with what we did to him!" another shouted.
"Shut up! We're not going to get blamed for this, if we don't find him we'll just say he ran away." I heard them say as they kept searching for me. I limped as I ran, it was agonizing, but I had to keep going if I wanted to survive.
"Let's just leave the little brat to die! He won't survive with all the injuries he has." one suggested.
The rest agreed, they soon left and headed back to the children's home. I continued to run feeling slightly relieved, 'Why had they done this to me?' I thought until my thoughts were interrupted as I tripped over a tree root, I began to weep silently. I was homeless, beaten, bruised, scarred, and my face was bleeding uncontrollably.
I forced myself to get up, with each painful step, after hours of running and limping, I made it behind the old opera house a few towns away. I fell beside the dumpster in the back of the opera house just outside of the woods, I had no strength left to continue. 'This is it, I'm going to die...' I thought as I drifted away into darkness. Suddenly I was shaken out of what I believed was death, by a sweet gentle voice.
"Oh my! Are you alright my dear?" An older woman gasped as she ran towards me.
I shrank back afraid. "Oh darling, I won't hurt you. Let me help you up, come on. Let's get you cleaned up." She said softly helping me inside the opera house.
"My name is Renee Giry, do you have a name dear?" she asked, as she held a cloth to my face, I didn't reply.
"It's okay, you can tell me your name, you're safe here." She expressed.
I was very hesitant, "M-my name is Phillip, Ph-Phillip Destler." I answered shakily.
She smiled "Well Phillip, it's nice to meet you. I don't know where you came from, or who did this to you, but you can stay here with me if you like."
She suggested, a huge smile began to spread across my face. "I'll take that as a yes! Welcome to the Cassation Opera House!" She chuckled, and gave me a tour of the opera house.
Hello all! This is a phantom of the opera phanfiction! I only own the characters I created. So, was the prologue confusing?? I bet! The prologue takes place ten years before the main story starts and Phillip is 10 years old here, and also a bit of info in case you're confused about this the opera house has like woods out behind it, just in case you're confused about that. As always thanks to anyone who reads this! Yours always, MW.
I do not own any of the songs I use in this fanficton, its all it good fun.
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