◌The Twin◌
Gustave may be a genius, but he was having a hard time figuring out the maze that is the secret passages behind the walls. We had come out into random dressing rooms three times now. "Gustave--"
"Just hold on! I've got it." He said, frustrated. I sighed, not knowing how to help even if my brother wanted it. The hallway we had been traveling down ended, a single door standing there. I opened it, hope bright in my chest that we had finally found the right exit, but that hope was squashed when I found a small staircase leading upward. "Dear God!" Gustave growled.
"Maybe it's the right one," I said, still trying to cling to that bit of hope. Without waiting for my brother, I made my way up the stairs--the hope went out completely. We had found a dust-covered attic. Old props and costumes littered the area.
"Father sent us back here so we wouldn't get involved. Come on." Gustave grumbled, grabbing hold of my sleeve. He was probably right. Father didn't want us to get hurt. I was just about ready to let Gustave pull me away when my eyes caught sight of something.
It was a pile of moth-eaten fabric arranged in a way that made it look like a bed. And beside the fabric bed lay a floral covered robe. Melodie's robe. I pulled away from my brother and grabbed it. "She's been living up here...like some rat--for weeks," I said, turning to face Gustave, his face grave. I should have found her. She was my twin. How couldn't I?
Before either one of us could speak, a loud bang rang up through the rafters. A gun had been fired. Father could have been shot. Melodie could have been shot. Gustave and I wasted no time in rushing down those stairs and back into the passages.
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The Beauty Underneath ● The Phantom of the Opera
Fanfiction20 years after being shot at and surviving, Christine Daaé and the Phantom have made a happy life together. They've raised Gustave, war hero and musical genius, and a pair of twins, Maurice and Melodie. Unlike her siblings, Melodie was born with he...
