By Amy Sadler
This story was inspired by The Phantom Of The Opera, while this story shares some similarities with the novel (Not The Musical) This is not a reworking of that story. This is a complete original piece of fiction, set in a completely fictional universe, any place names or names of characters are solely fictional.
The sky was as black as coal, no stars shone, there was no moon either. There was however, a storm, with heavy set rain, wild lightening and very loud thunder. But it was nowhere as near as loud as to the music that was blasting out from a lone house with several turrets that protruded up into the air, that made it look almost like a castle, than it was a house. There was a second house just across from it, but it was part of the grounds upon which the main house stood. They were of a Tudor like design, with the wooden beams, black against white.
The rest of the house was all greyish brick walls, which was an odd contrast to the turrets, only one side of the entire side of the house matched them. Making it and the turrets look seemingly so out of place. A man was wildly strumming an Electric Guitar that was hooked up to a huge amplifier. From which the sound of the electric guitar came from, booming at its loudest capacity, that the amp could actually take.
He had long shaggy black hair, of the very much heavy metal rock star style, he was wearing a black leather jacket, a white shirt open at the top and half hanging out of his black leather tight fitting trousers, that matched his black socks and his black leather biker boots. Nothing more could possibly scream out I’m a Heavy Metal Player, that the man’s complete attire and the screeching sounds of his electric guitar portrayed. All of a sudden, there was a surge in the electricity, there was also, an almighty blast, windows shattered and flames erupted everywhere…
“Tonight’s world breaking news…” Announced Christine Chapman, the news reporter. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, she was very beautiful, but this she down played wearing a white turtle neck sweater, her hair tied into a tight bun and for added measure, she wore big red framed glasses. One thing though about her complete appearance, it certainly went in her favour, as no guy remotely approached her or was in any way at all interested in her, because of her looks, but she was known to be real Geeky too.
Which for her, was all the more better to repel any guy that came across her way. She was not really overly fond of men anyway. She had a bit of history of having a very abusive father, after that her experiences with men suffice to say were the worst ever, that finally lead her to hating men completely. Most of the news team were all men apart from a few women and the token weather girl, who loved only too much having all of the attention of her male peers, who could not stop looking at her, so she always wore the most tastefully revealing clothing without over stepping any of the TV broadcasting boundaries.
Now she was a true blonde bomb shell, as the saying goes with an hour glass figure to die for. “World Famous and renowned music artist extraordinaire Erik Van Ahlen, was found dead at his private mansion, Skull Rock Manor. Named after his legendary duo, Skull, the duo were known as Skull & Rock, but they did not last long, his good friend died, but Erik, no longer taking his prior stage name, ventured into becoming a soloist and he made it big with his wild and loud music style, though it was not completely to everyone’s tastes…”
There was a sudden break in transmission, but the news feed came back on again… “Our apologies here at Leyland News, we had a minor disruption, though everything seems to be alright now. A journalist for The Leyland Time’s had gone to see Erik, after he had failed to show up for an interview that they had arranged between them. Much to the journalist’s shock and horror, he turned up only to find the mansion house completely in rubble and ashes, it took forensics, quite a long time, before they finally were able to detect from the ashes, the remains of Erik Van Ahlen.”
A TV screen suddenly was switched off at that point of the news broad cast. “Such a complete waste of talent. Erik got what came to him. Good riddance to him too.” Remarked a harsh sounding tone of voice, that sounded deep, heavy set, almost mechanical, yet not… A tall figure stood by a television set that was in a large living room that was heavily decorated with pictures and paintings of various people, animals etc. “Your beauty my dear Christine is wasted on the living, I see it, even though I know that you hide it and you hide it so very well…”
The figure in question was wearing a hooded red cape, it flowed around it not showing the kind of body, or gender for that matter, that it was wrapped around. The figure in question seem to glide across the red carpeted floor, the carpet seem to match the crimson red of its cape. “Only the dead can truly appreciate what I see and only the dead can see what I see behind the façade that you put across my dear Christine.” Remarked the mysterious figure in a rather sinister tone, it even chuckled an evil laugh, before vanishing completely from the living room…
TO BE CONTINUED….