Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Phantom ❯ Prolog ( Prologue )

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Phantom

Dear Readers,

This story was based off of the basic idea for the Phantom of the Opera, however, is different in many ways, please enjoy it. I do not own Gundam Wing, or Phantom of the Opera. Please leave your comments as it helps to let me know what you think about my story so far.

Sincerely Yours,

Prolog

Duo could remember that night like it was his last one ever to truly be lived. He was out for his usual cruise at night along the beach. A perfectly clear night with a full moon, the wind in his hair, the radio playing softly in the distance... Yes, a perfect night to go for a drive along the coast.... Except for when the drunk driver came tires screeching as the car flew down the stretch of road. The headlights staring at Duo with a maddening glare, Duo swerved, but was too late. He remembered the car rolling over several times, pinning him still, then the sound as the leaking gasoline caught fire. Duo struggled to get free. It seemed like hours before the firemen arrived, cutting him free from the debris of his black Mustang. Duo thought he was going to die at first, he kept muttering over and over the same things, "Tell Quatre not to cry at my funeral, tell Trowa to at least say one word, tell Wufie not to call me baka during his speech, and tell Heero.... Tell Heero..... Tell Heero that I love him dearly, and I'll miss him most of all...

Duo must have passed out after that, for the next thing he knew he was in the hospital, clean white sheets underneath himself. "You're very lucky.", they kept saying, "A miracle.",

However, one doctor looked at him fearfully. "Mr. Maxwell, though you were able to survive the crash and I admit some of the disfigurement has already been taken care of, I'm sorry to say most of it will never be able to be fixed....", the doctor admitted.

Duo looked startled, he knew what it meant, he was permanently scarred for life. "Give me a mirror.", Duo said in a cold voice, far colder than he'd ever remembered it being.

The doctor hesitated. "The fucking mirror hand it to me now damn it!", Duo yelled.

A mirror was placed in his outstretched hand, Duo stared at his reflection.... No one could love this face, no one could ever love a face like this... Duo glared at himself, his charred lips curling into a hideous snarl. He smashed the mirror against the floor, before putting his face in his hands. "I want you to fill out my death certificate, anyone who comes for information, tell them I died, you couldn't find any remains of me. Do I make myself clear?", Duo asked.

"Yes, if that is what you want... Then yes...", the doctor whispered.

.....

When the funeral for Duo came, of course, Quatre was crying, at least Trowa said his few words, Wufie honored Duo's request because it was unjustified to not fulfill a diseased last request of you. Heero, however, was in complete and utter shambles. He hadn't eaten or slept much since Duo's death. As all left the graveyard, they didn't notice the one solitary figure standing far apart from the rest of them.

.....

However, life moved on, as it must, and fifteen years passed. Quatre and Trowa buying this lovely old opera house that they planned on fixing up to make into a theater. The price was cheap, since the couple of people who owned it wanted desperately to be rid of the place. They had warned the two about how the spirit will eventually get to the two of them as well...

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