|The Phantom of Opera Palace
Author: skittlesgirl99 PM
17 years ago, there was a disaster at Opera Palace. Now, when all seems well, there is an evil lurking about, and David and Marionette must solve the mystery of the Phantom of Opera Palace in order to escape his grasp. The old story with a twist. MaxSchell/ALW/Leroux.Rated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Romance - Chapters: 10 - Words: 12,371 - Reviews: 23 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 10-22-12 - Published: 06-19-12 - id: 8234453
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Hey guys! I decided to try for a quick update to make up for the last one. If you can count this as quick… Just kidding, this is totally not quick. Oh well. This is Part 2 of the Perros graveyard scene. I hope you enjoy!
David watched her slip out into the dark. Making sure that she couldn't see him following her, he made after the figure only just illuminated by the full moon. Where could the apparently, extremely anxious Marionette be going at this hour? Perhaps she was sleepwalking. Yes, David decided. Surely that's what she's doing. I'll just have to make certain that no one sees her. She would be extremely embarrassed…
Every so often, he was certain she had heard him, for she occasionally stopped and looked around, but luckily he had always won the games of hide-and-seek when they were children. Eventually, he found himself in front of the gates of her father's graveyard. She must be sleepwalking. No girl with large anxieties would visit a graveyard in the dark.
Pulling a bobby pin from her hair, Marionette unlocked the gate. When it opened with a creak, she sat it back in her hair. Can sleepwalking girls unlock gates with their hairpins…?
The gate had closed and locked itself again before David could get through, but he could still see his dear old friend kneeling by her father's grave. He had come to the conclusion that she wasn't sleepwalking, but just mourning in an odd way. He was about to call to her in sympathy when she threw her arms up to the sky and a haunting version of the melody to "Adelaide's Lament" began to play on a violin.
David questioned his own sanity as he thought for a moment that Marionette's father was playing the violin from the dead, but he looked up eventually and saw figure standing atop the church.
He had been right all along. Someone was playing the young Azayl girl for a fool. And Marionette had always been superstitious. It wouldn't have been difficult to trick her into thinking her father was back from the grave. She had believed what she wanted to believe, but the jig was up.
Then Marionette began to walk towards the violin player, having seen him. David's worry grew. He called for Marionette loudly and frantically, but the louder he called, the louder the violin began to play. Soon, the girl had almost disappeared behind the church, but her figure was still visible.
The same person that had been on the roof appeared behind her and he set the violin down with one hand and wrapped an arm around her waist with another. Marionette immediately leaned back onto his shoulder. At this, David panicked and began to climb the gate, cutting himself multiple times in the process.
However, the man must have noticed him, for he slipped his free hand behind the girl's neck, and she slumped into his arms, unconscious.
David made his way over to the pair as quickly as he could, but the man who had been playing the violin was swift as well as musically talented. He set Marionette next to her father's grave, picked up the violin, and moved to the back of the church.
David's worry for Marionette was great, and he didn't want to just leave her, but what would happen if she fell under the clutches of the man again? So, he made turning the mysterious figure in to the police his first priority.
David entered through the back door of the church to see the man leave through the front. He made to follow him, but something stopped him. A skull rolled to his feet. And then more began to come, until he found it somewhat difficult to forge a pathway out. Eventually he did, though, and there were no more skulls for the stranger to bowl at him.
The man was hovering above Marionette's unconscious body, but as he bent down, David ran up behind him and grabbed his shoulders. The man turned around, and the sight to behold was horrific. A death's head peered at David through the hood. But before the young man could scream or do anything of that nature, the man gave David a brief whack on the head with his bony hand, drawing a small amount of blood, but it was enough to knock the boy out.
As he fell to the ground, clutching his head and watching the darkness close around him, the last thing David saw that night was Marionette being carried off by the stranger. He reached an arm out in a last attempt to save her, but the darkness swallowed him before he could do any more.
The secretary for the Vacation Inn was never exactly what anyone would call an observant woman. She hardly remembered any customer's names, she never really paid attention to the events taking place in the lobby, and whenever a customer would try to engage her in conversation, she would simply grunt in reply. But when a man in a hooded cloak walked in carrying an unconscious teenage girl that looked to be about seventeen or eighteen, she couldn't help but take notice. She almost ran when he approached the desk, but for once the curiosity was killing her.
"Do you know where Marionette Azayl's room is?" he asked in a silky, but foreboding voice.
She quickly turned to the computer and looked for the last name 'Azayl'. "I-is she staying with a David Serio?" she asked, surprised at her stutter. The hooded man nodded. "Alright, just take the elevator up three floors and keep walking straight until you find a room numbered 318. Do you need a key?"
"No, I have one," he said, taking a key out of his pocket.
"Very well, and, uh, should I be worried about what's going on in that room?"
The man chuckled, sending shivers down her spine. "There is no need. I'm simply her guardian. You see, she has odd ways of mourning, and I found her asleep in front of her father's grave. I didn't want anything to happen to her, so I brought her here. By the way, I don't know if this means anything to you, but there was another man in the graveyard. He might still be there."
With that, the man walked into the elevator, the doors closing behind him. Ten minutes later, he returned without the girl, and walked out of the building.
David awoke to three people standing over him. One was Marionette, but he didn't recognize the others. "Oh, I think he's waking up," whispered Marionette. The other two people leaned over him.
"Who…?" he muttered. Marionette raised an eyebrow, but then realized what he was talking about.
"David, these are the doctors. They're just here to make sure you're alright. We're fairly certain you don't have a concussion, but they just wanted to make sure. Uh, can you sit up?" He nodded and pushed himself up.
"Where is that man from last night?" David asked with a slight glare towards Marionette. She gave him an innocent, confused face.
"What man? David, I don't think you remember what happened exactly right. We were at the graveyard together when you fell down the stairs, so I went to get help."
The doctors nodded and took note of his 'amnesia' applying to the night before. "Just make sure he gets enough rest," said one of the doctors. Then the two of them (the doctors, that is) left the room. Marionette immediately turned on her old friend.
"David, you shouldn't have followed me to the graveyard last night. You don't know how much trouble you could have gotten yourself into. You don't know the trouble you almost got me into."
"Well, I was just trying to protect you! What else was I supposed to do when a terribly anxious girl gets up in the middle of the night and goes to a graveyard where she's meeting some man!"
"It wasn't a man, it was my Angel. And he promised that if I proved loyal to him and showed up at the graveyard at night, he would play "Adelaide's Lament" to me on the violin. And he did. But he was very angry to know you followed me."
"Did he hit you?!" asked David, jumping up to his knees and grabbing onto Marionette's shoulders.
"Of course not. He wasn't happy to know that you came, but my Angel would never hurt me," replied Marionette calmly, sitting him back down.
"Marionette, please don't see him again."
"I'm not a little girl anymore. Thank you for the concern, but I'll do what I think is right."
"Please listen to reason."
Marionette sighed and placed her hand on his cheek, leaning down. "Mary," David whispered. "I still love you." This caused her jump back, her emotions beginning to overwhelm her.
"I'm sorry, David. I really am sorry," she told him as she left the room, shutting the door behind her.
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