He's been very, very, very, bad...
Jul 16, 2009 19:05:47 GMT -5
Post by The Emcee on Jul 16, 2009 19:05:47 GMT -5
He woke up in a daze, trying to make sense of the past day, but nothing seemed to fall in to place. Touching the back of his head he cringed, blood, he could smell blood and his hand was wet. He brought forward his hand and gasped.
Something was wrong, very wrong.
Pulling his legs up to his chest he tried to think back, retrace his steps.
The first thing he could remember was getting a telegram from Benno, asking him to meet him at the opera house, that he had seen the error of his ways and wished to speak. Now The Emcee, was only too happy to oblige, he'd make an appearance, rub it in Ben's face, a couple of I told you so's later, he'd then leave, back to the club for some drinks and a couple of dancers and wait for the night.
But it hadn't worked out that way, things were taking too long at the club and he had been late to the opera house. When he got to the spot Ben said he'd be in, it seemed, his little brother had left. So he light up a cigarette and, and...
He blinked hard, his head was starting to get dizzy again "Come on" he whispered "come on!"
... and then he heard a voice, a big booming voice, that seemed to come out of nowhere. He asked who was there, but it gave no name, now he wasn't scared, at that point, until something came out at him and he began to run.
In to the opera house.
He knew immediately that was his first mistake, the opera house was the last place any scared person wanted to be. Someone was following him, he knew it, he could feel it, he knew what it was like to stalk, he knew was it felt like.
He was like a deer in a hunters sight.
He pulled himself up against the stair case and started to climb on his hands and knee's up the stairs to the roof. Whoever it was that was chasing him, or whatever, he'd be able to see it up there, it would give it a face and he wouldn't be scared anymore.
The next thing he knew he was falling, and hitting his head, he had no idea how long he had been out, but when he opened his eyes it was dark inside and out. He felt around the walls after he had stood up and started searching for an exit, but he was lost, very lost and very dizzy. For hours it felt, he began a dance, between wandering and passing out, never once thinking to check his head. He knew the thing was watching him, waiting for the right moment.
He remembered, that he had kept thinking "Sere is novone around herr, any moment vould be prefect." Each time he passed out and awoke, he found a new spot of blood on his clothing, another piece of his body hurt, he couldn't remember if he had done it to himself, or someone else had done it to him.
Finally he made it to the roof, leaning against some kind of glass, or stone or something, whatever it was, it was sleek and freezing. Taking a deep breath, he screamed "COME AND GET ME, I AM NOT AFRAID!"
But this was not the right answer.
In the morning, a young blond man would come on to the roof for a cigarette to contemplate life and an action plan for the day, and find the bloodied pulp of what was the most beautiful man in Germany, and the plague of Paris.
The man would run back downstairs screaming that the Phantom has killed again and call the authorities.
Something was wrong, very wrong.
Pulling his legs up to his chest he tried to think back, retrace his steps.
The first thing he could remember was getting a telegram from Benno, asking him to meet him at the opera house, that he had seen the error of his ways and wished to speak. Now The Emcee, was only too happy to oblige, he'd make an appearance, rub it in Ben's face, a couple of I told you so's later, he'd then leave, back to the club for some drinks and a couple of dancers and wait for the night.
But it hadn't worked out that way, things were taking too long at the club and he had been late to the opera house. When he got to the spot Ben said he'd be in, it seemed, his little brother had left. So he light up a cigarette and, and...
He blinked hard, his head was starting to get dizzy again "Come on" he whispered "come on!"
... and then he heard a voice, a big booming voice, that seemed to come out of nowhere. He asked who was there, but it gave no name, now he wasn't scared, at that point, until something came out at him and he began to run.
In to the opera house.
He knew immediately that was his first mistake, the opera house was the last place any scared person wanted to be. Someone was following him, he knew it, he could feel it, he knew what it was like to stalk, he knew was it felt like.
He was like a deer in a hunters sight.
He pulled himself up against the stair case and started to climb on his hands and knee's up the stairs to the roof. Whoever it was that was chasing him, or whatever, he'd be able to see it up there, it would give it a face and he wouldn't be scared anymore.
The next thing he knew he was falling, and hitting his head, he had no idea how long he had been out, but when he opened his eyes it was dark inside and out. He felt around the walls after he had stood up and started searching for an exit, but he was lost, very lost and very dizzy. For hours it felt, he began a dance, between wandering and passing out, never once thinking to check his head. He knew the thing was watching him, waiting for the right moment.
He remembered, that he had kept thinking "Sere is novone around herr, any moment vould be prefect." Each time he passed out and awoke, he found a new spot of blood on his clothing, another piece of his body hurt, he couldn't remember if he had done it to himself, or someone else had done it to him.
Finally he made it to the roof, leaning against some kind of glass, or stone or something, whatever it was, it was sleek and freezing. Taking a deep breath, he screamed "COME AND GET ME, I AM NOT AFRAID!"
But this was not the right answer.
In the morning, a young blond man would come on to the roof for a cigarette to contemplate life and an action plan for the day, and find the bloodied pulp of what was the most beautiful man in Germany, and the plague of Paris.
The man would run back downstairs screaming that the Phantom has killed again and call the authorities.