The Phantom's Compass
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M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,095
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0
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0
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I do not own the movie that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
part 2
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They were moving slower now, as it was now nearly 6:00 in the evening and John had been pushing the gondola by himself for the past several hours. Erik stood up, and took the shaft from the boy, saying “take a break for a while, you’ve done very well,” and began to slide through the water under his power again. It wasn’t long before the boy was curled up and fast asleep.
Erik pushed through his so loved night-time, quietly humming “The Music of The Night” as he went. It was one of his favorite songs, and he had made it himself. He looked out across the water of the canals of Austria-Hungary now, though it would not be for long. Another half hour and he would be in Italy, ready to enter his final destination.
As he pushed through the darkness, he noticed the little things within it for the first time in years. The crickets chirping, dogs barking at passersby on the lonely street, the candles in the windows of those who’s loved ones were not yet home. Each and every little detail began to stand out, sharper, almost crisper. Even the small movements of the sleeping child in the boat caught his eye.
It took only a few hours for the boy to wake up, and by then they were a fair bit into Italy. He looked around sleepily, as if trying to find a clock or a watch. “It’s 9:14,” Erik said. He did not look at the boy, continuing to watch the streets as they moved along. Erik did not trust the streets at night in unfamiliar places; he didn’t know what would be available for his tricks that had so many times saved his life.
The boy sat up, seeming to be fully awake. “We’re in Italy now… I think we may be able to reach my destination within a few hours, then we will stop for the night. Be warned though; where I’m going… It may be best if you stay at a room in the inn while I’m there…” Erik said, trailing off towards the end. He looked down to see John vehemently shaking his head “no!”
“No? You want to come with me?” he asked. The boy nodded, smiling. Erik sighed, saying “alright, but it’s not going to be a pleasant journey… There’s not going to be anything to entertain your eyes, and we shall both have to row…” He gestured at the paddles at the bottom of the boat. The boy nodded once, then just sat there and stared at the Phantom.
Erik pretended not to notice for a few minutes, then asked “why are you staring at me? Is my mask crooked or something?” John shook his head no, then looked around, trying to find something to explain himself with. He pointed to the coins they had collected earlier, then looked back to Erik. “You wish me to pay you?” He shook his head again, frustrated, then pointed at the coins again but this time at his throat, then the Phantom.
Erik was very confused. What could he want? Then it hit him. “Do you want me to sing like I did earlier?” The boy nodded happily, a big grin appearing on his face. Erik smiled, saying, “yes… I wasn’t sure if… well, never mind. I shall sing for you.”
He thought for a few moments before he began, then he decide to just go back to what he had been singing while the boy slept, “The Music of the Night.” This was, of course, the less dramatic version, it being so late at night and he not wanting to draw attention to himself. He implied none of the fortes or deep swells, but the song was still nothing less than beautiful.
The Phantom sang, and sang, and sang some more, and the hours passed by quickly just like that. The Phantom singing and pushing his gondola along, the boy sitting there watching, listening, transfixed. They reached the end of the canal after only a few short hours, where it opened up into a large dock in a bay that opened up to the Mediterranean Sea. They tied the gondola to one of the posts along the edge of the water and walked slowly into the quiet empty town towards the inn.
After paying for a room for the night they settled down to sleep. “We will have to leave as soon as the sun comes up; we have a long day ahead of us. There is more to do today than there was yesterday, and I have to be back tomorrow night…” he trailed off. Erik sighed, and said “sleep.” And that was just what they both did.
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Ok, as you may have noticed, there is not much dialogue in this story. There won't be. How the heck do you keep up a good flowing dialogue in with a mute person? If you're lazy, like me, you dont. I have books to write. There are priorities..... Pirates in a chapter or two. :)
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They were moving slower now, as it was now nearly 6:00 in the evening and John had been pushing the gondola by himself for the past several hours. Erik stood up, and took the shaft from the boy, saying “take a break for a while, you’ve done very well,” and began to slide through the water under his power again. It wasn’t long before the boy was curled up and fast asleep.
Erik pushed through his so loved night-time, quietly humming “The Music of The Night” as he went. It was one of his favorite songs, and he had made it himself. He looked out across the water of the canals of Austria-Hungary now, though it would not be for long. Another half hour and he would be in Italy, ready to enter his final destination.
As he pushed through the darkness, he noticed the little things within it for the first time in years. The crickets chirping, dogs barking at passersby on the lonely street, the candles in the windows of those who’s loved ones were not yet home. Each and every little detail began to stand out, sharper, almost crisper. Even the small movements of the sleeping child in the boat caught his eye.
It took only a few hours for the boy to wake up, and by then they were a fair bit into Italy. He looked around sleepily, as if trying to find a clock or a watch. “It’s 9:14,” Erik said. He did not look at the boy, continuing to watch the streets as they moved along. Erik did not trust the streets at night in unfamiliar places; he didn’t know what would be available for his tricks that had so many times saved his life.
The boy sat up, seeming to be fully awake. “We’re in Italy now… I think we may be able to reach my destination within a few hours, then we will stop for the night. Be warned though; where I’m going… It may be best if you stay at a room in the inn while I’m there…” Erik said, trailing off towards the end. He looked down to see John vehemently shaking his head “no!”
“No? You want to come with me?” he asked. The boy nodded, smiling. Erik sighed, saying “alright, but it’s not going to be a pleasant journey… There’s not going to be anything to entertain your eyes, and we shall both have to row…” He gestured at the paddles at the bottom of the boat. The boy nodded once, then just sat there and stared at the Phantom.
Erik pretended not to notice for a few minutes, then asked “why are you staring at me? Is my mask crooked or something?” John shook his head no, then looked around, trying to find something to explain himself with. He pointed to the coins they had collected earlier, then looked back to Erik. “You wish me to pay you?” He shook his head again, frustrated, then pointed at the coins again but this time at his throat, then the Phantom.
Erik was very confused. What could he want? Then it hit him. “Do you want me to sing like I did earlier?” The boy nodded happily, a big grin appearing on his face. Erik smiled, saying, “yes… I wasn’t sure if… well, never mind. I shall sing for you.”
He thought for a few moments before he began, then he decide to just go back to what he had been singing while the boy slept, “The Music of the Night.” This was, of course, the less dramatic version, it being so late at night and he not wanting to draw attention to himself. He implied none of the fortes or deep swells, but the song was still nothing less than beautiful.
The Phantom sang, and sang, and sang some more, and the hours passed by quickly just like that. The Phantom singing and pushing his gondola along, the boy sitting there watching, listening, transfixed. They reached the end of the canal after only a few short hours, where it opened up into a large dock in a bay that opened up to the Mediterranean Sea. They tied the gondola to one of the posts along the edge of the water and walked slowly into the quiet empty town towards the inn.
After paying for a room for the night they settled down to sleep. “We will have to leave as soon as the sun comes up; we have a long day ahead of us. There is more to do today than there was yesterday, and I have to be back tomorrow night…” he trailed off. Erik sighed, and said “sleep.” And that was just what they both did.
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Ok, as you may have noticed, there is not much dialogue in this story. There won't be. How the heck do you keep up a good flowing dialogue in with a mute person? If you're lazy, like me, you dont. I have books to write. There are priorities..... Pirates in a chapter or two. :)