POTO Modern:Chapter Five:No one would listenPOTO Modern:Chapter Five:No one would listen by ~Zelink5
No one would listen…
Erik sat next to the lake, staring at his reflection in the water. “No one would listen to me…” He whispered to himself. He took off his mask and stared at his face in the water. He could hardly look at himself. He quickly put it back on and glanced around the room at all of his drawings of the woman he loved. Christine was back in the world above. He shook his head and sighed, sadly. Why did she have to see his face? She only got a small and quick glance… but still…
He got to his feet and played a couple notes on the piano. His world just wasn’t right without… without her there with him. All of these years he had been alone. He had been shamed into solitude.
Everyone despised him. They threw him aside, and shunned him. Then suddenly, a voice filled his mind. The voice cried out that he was not alone. The voice told him that it heard his torments and tears. That voice was Christine’s. Erik hel
Poto: Modern: Chapter Four: NotesPoto: Modern: Chapter Four: Notes by ~Zelink5
Chapter Four: Notes
Christine’s eyes fluttered open to the sweet sound of the piano in the other room. She was lying in the soft, warm bed. She rose up slowly, and got out of the bed. Pushing past the curtain, she began remembering the events of the night before.
There was darkness… and then the room was illuminated by candles. There was a lake… and a boat… A man…
She glanced all around the room, and then stared at herself in the mirror. Her brown curly hair was now down, and cascaded down her back. She sighed and slowly entered the main room of Erik’s lair.
“Erik.” She said softly.
He stopped playing immediately, and turned back to face her. He wore black slacks and a nice black jacket, and a white collar shirt underneath. That same mask was there…
“Good morning, Christine. Did you sleep well?”
“Yes… don’t stop playing please.” He raised his eyebrows, but did as he was told. Christine j
Chapter Three: The Phantom underneath the TheaterChapter Three: The Phantom underneath the Theater by ~Zelink5
The Phantom underneath the Theater
The man turned around and offered Christine a small smile. He held her hand, and led her down the stairs, deeper underground. It was getting cold, considering Christine was only in her shorts and a tank top, but she was completely in a trance. The man who had sang to her and watched over her all these years, held her hand, and was leading her away. She stared into his complex eyes. His right side of the face was covered with a white mask perfectly constructed for his face. The other side of his face seemed to be very handsome. She was lost in his eyes, however.
“I’ve lived down here all my life. It’s just a little further down the road. A little deeper into the darkness. Here we are.”
They came upon a small black boat and a long, narrow river. Candles were lined up against the walls to light the way. Christine glanced around and realized that they were under the theater… under the city.
POTO: Modern: Chapter Two: The Angel of MusicPOTO: Modern: Chapter Two: The Angel of Music by ~Zelink5
The Angel of Music
Christine lit the candle with a match and sighed. She pulled out her cell phone and texted her limo rider to make sure he was still picking her up. The young singer stared at the flaming candle sadly. Ever since her father died, she has lit a candle every day to remember him. Just as she was about to get up, she heard it. The same faint whisper that haunts her in her sleep.
Christine stared around the room, searching every corner, but no one was in there with her.
“Christine! Christine!” Meg snuck down the hallways, searching for her friend.
“:Christine!” Meg turned the corner and found Christine sitting in a lonely room, staring into the candlelight. “Where have you been?! I’ve been looking all over for you! You were amazing! Just perfect!” Christine smiled sweetly and hugged Meg as she sat down next to her. “So… what’s your secret? Who’s this new tutor that y