Chapter Six:
I awoke to a strong whiff of aroma candles. Millions of dim lights seemed to float around me as I came out of my delirious state of mind. As I gained more consciousness I realized where I was, or what it looked like. It was a huge room with a cracked ceilings and peeling wallpaper. Furniture was broken and lay all over the ground. Dust flew up in a cloud as I lifted myself from a vomit colored couch.
"Ah, I see you're finally awake my boy," a familiar voice rumbled from the darkness. I turned around to find a tall figure standing before me. I remembered him better when he was gaunt and pale, but now he was buff and muscular. How did he get so strong?
"Dad, is that really you?" I asked weakly. My voice quivered uncontrollably, could it really be him after all these years?
"Why of course I am," my father chuckled. "I've been gone for a while though; I've been living here in the opera house and playing tricks on the performers. This huge mansion of a room is abandoned due to my haunting of it." I noticed that my father still wore a mask, but it was a black mask with a white outline. It looked kind of creepy.
"But why are you terrorizing the fine people, they're just ac…" my dad slapped me across the face and glared at me with his razor sharp eyes.
"It is your destiny boy," he thundered. "It is the destiny of all opera ghosts. My grandfather, the Phantom of the Opera, terrorized the opera house in Paris. My father, and even I, now has o carry on his tradition. He might have moved to New York before he perished from a broken heart, but that doesn't mean that his soul will die in vain. And now you, Erik the fourth, have to do the same. Stay with me and I will teach you all you need to know."
For what seemed like hours I stood, or attempted to stand, in shock. So I was the great grandson of the repulsive man portrayed in the play I had seen. The man to murdered people for his own pleasure and selfish needs. I mean he was in love I guess, but that's no need for…Christine! Oh god, I totally forgot about her.
"Dad Dad!" I screeched, forgetting everything he had just said. "Where did you hide your stuff you said I couldn't have until I was a man?" An eyebrow rose from my father's mask, was he actually amused? He really has mood swing problems. Am I like that?
"So you want my…supplies do you," he laughed. "You have to prove your manliness for me to give it to you."
"But how?" I asked nervously. Another amused chuckle emerged from my father. What did he have in store for me?
"You simply have to do one thing," he said maniacally. And then the worse possible thing happened.
"You must defeat me..."
Note From Semok: Sorry that this chapter is so short. I've been super busy but I don't want you all to think I'm slowing down. I got the ideas, I just don't have much time to type it up. Don't worry, I'll make the next chapter longer.