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Nightmare of the Opera Ch 1Nightmare of the Opera Ch 1 by Tenshiryuu
Chapter 1 - Falling Stars
Feeling somewhat more refreshed, Jackson made his way to the dressing rooms for morning practice, the memory of the masked man with the enchanted voice still fresh in his mind. Astrid and Madame Toothiana were already there, stretching and prepping for the morning's rehearsal. After a short greeting, he was whisked swiftly away to the makeup and costume artists, his least favorite part of the day. Sitting still for long periods of time wasn't exactly his strong suite. All around him, he could here whispered conversation regarding the Opera's owner. Manny had hinted that there would be a few surprises today, and Jackson wondered vaguely what they'd be.
Once the artists finished transforming him into an exotic slave boy, Jackson hurried toward the stage to join his companions. As usual, the director was busy shouting at the Thorston twins, the Opera's resident divas. That, Jackson thought dryly, was little surprise to anyone. The two Norwegians had a penchant fo
Winter Angel Chapter 14 (ReaderXJack Frost)* You swallow and look down. You blink when you see what's beneath you, the hospital! You instantly scan the windows on the 5th floor with your eyes. Zack! You spot him through the fourth window to left.Winter Angel Chapter 14 (ReaderXJack Frost) by mak96k
“What...” Shocked, you look through the window again... Zack's awake…*
“AHHHH!” I wake up panting…
That dream… happened again… why… I look at my still shaking hands.
“Wait… these aren’t my sheets…” I notice my changed clothes. “…and these aren’t my clothes…” I look up, confused and surprised upon recognizing this place. “I’m in… a hospital…?”
I pinch myself. “Ow… nope, not another dream, so why am I…” in the hospital? This doesn’t make any sense. I look down at the oxygen mask attached to my
Echo-Chapter ThreePitch stared out to the world before him. The sky was slowly pooling into the dark of the night, and very soon it would be completely dark. And again Pitch could go out into the world and he would be able to make a mark. People would remember him. Just a little bit longer and he would be out in the world again. Doing what he could do best. That of course would be striking fear.Echo-Chapter Three by MelissMySiss
He was better at nothing else. He was a monster under the bed. The shadow at night. The whisper in the wind. The creak on the stairs. The vision out of the corner of your eye. He was Pitch Black. The king of everything that everyone feared. He was the boogey man.
In the beginning Pitch had been in an inner battle with who he was and who he had become. He had never wanted to be someone to scare the world and it's children. He loved kids and at one point in his life he protected them. But that all changed hundreds and hundreds of years ago. From the day he became Pitch Black to this very moment he was constantly i
Nightmare of the Opera PrologueNightmare of the Opera Prologue by Tenshiryuu
Jackson Daae Frost stood nervously, fidgeting with the buttons on his costume. From beyond the heavy curtain that hid the stage, he could hear quiet voices drifting up from the audience. They were waiting for the opening number. It was the first show of the season, and expectations were high. The Twins looked as haughty and unconcerned as ever, awaiting their cue. If any of the others were as nervous as Jackson, they hid it well.
The orchestra began to play, and the curtains swept aside. Jackson was in the first set of dancers, but his legs felt like lead. He heard Bebe murmur something behind him, and someone gave him a rough shove onto the stage. It wasn't as if he hadn't practiced, he had. Just as much as everyone else, if not more. He knew the moves, he knew the score. Yet his feet refused to move. It was as if he had turned to ice.
All eyes were on him. The stage illumination made it hard to see the faces in the darkness beyond, but he knew they were staring. Waiting. Why couldn't
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