[The Phantom of the Opera] The Beast and the Canary

[-]. Lazy bed

As the years passed, Eric's emotional state became more and more stable, and he no longer hurt himself or me.It's just that for some reason, his psychology has obviously developed in a good direction, but his desire to control is increasing day by day.For example, now that he wakes up, I have to wake up with him, not even a minute late.

I rolled over and pretended not to hear his order.He patted my face, lowered his head and kissed my ear, his movements were so gentle, but his voice was cold: "Get up. Don't test my patience."

So I had no choice but to turn over and come back, trying to fool around like a baby: "I'm so sleepy, why don't I sleep for a while longer?"

He paused, stroked my hair like a small animal, picked up the gold pocket watch by the bed, and looked at the time: "Then I'll wait for you."

Under the golden lamp by the bed, there is a thick stack of blank staves.He is currently working on a new play.When he was writing, he hated being interrupted, not even by me.

I remember a few days ago, when he wrote a song and forgot to eat, I was really worried, so I went to knock on his door and asked him if he wanted something to eat.When I asked this, I was ready to be reprimanded by him.He opened the door with a hostile face, and the right side of his face looked more terrifying and frightening because of his anger.But it doesn't scare me at all.Meeting his impatient eyes, I couldn't help laughing out loud, tiptoed around his neck, kissed him on the right cheek, and deliberately asked him in a sweet and greasy voice: "Are you really not eating? "

He looked at me coldly, and generally didn't talk to me in anger.I asked a few more times, feeling that he was really angry, loosened his neck with some guilt, and whispered: "I'm afraid your stomach hurts."

He stopped for a few seconds and hugged my waist tightly: "Do you let me relax, hug me."

I had to hug it again.He picked me up with one arm and sat me on the lap of one of his legs while he sat in front of the grand piano.I don't know if he did it on purpose, but his body is very close to the piano. I have to stick to his body tightly so that I won't touch the black and white keys.With one arm around my waist, he pressed the keys casually with the other hand, and then marked the notes on the paper: "Would you like the Allegro or the Andante."

"...I like Adagio more."

He glanced at me.

"Wrong, it's Allegro."

But he still wrote the Adagio notation on the score.

"What about musical instruments?"

This time I answered wisely: "I like the musical instrument you know."

Unexpectedly, he was very dissatisfied with this answer: "It's too much, let's say it again."

"...the organ."

He nodded, and casually played a string of notes on the keys.No matter how many years have passed, his musical talent is as amazing as ever.Listening to the beautiful music he played, it is hard to believe that improvisation is mostly involved.I leaned on his shoulder, looked at his slender and flexible fingers, and smiled unconsciously.

He paused and patted my leg: "Adagio can be heard so happily?"

I said, "It makes me happy to see you."

He didn't speak, but the music style under his hand suddenly changed, from gloomy and slow to bright and light.He is so cute.In the past, I really couldn't imagine that one day, I would use the word "cute" to describe him, but he is really cute.I endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back, I kissed him lightly on the chin.

He stopped playing and warned, "Don't provoke me." When he said this, his tone was full of oppression. If I had been in the past, I would have been bluffed by him.But now, looking at his fast-moving Adam's apple, I really couldn't feel scared, and even smiled and kissed him.

The moment he kissed me, his arms around me trembled slightly.This is one of the signs that he is about to lose control of his emotions.

In fact, the joke should stop here.I should give him time and let him create well, but seeing his pretended indifference, I really couldn't stop and kissed from Adam's apple to neck.In front of the neck, there are tightly buttoned shirt buttons. I helped him fasten them this morning.I took a careful look at him and saw that he was not particularly resistant, so I pushed open his buttons with my teeth and tongue.

The next second, he lifted my chin and stared at me.His eyes are so scary, but his voice is hoarse and gentle: "I've been too used to you these few years."

Compared with the months when the theater was underground, he has really been spoiled by me these past few years.Of course, as far as his character is concerned, he can't get used to it.Sometimes, he still talks to me in a commanding tone.Not to mention when angry or excited, I still have the bruise on the back of my neck from the days before.Every time he hurt me, he would be depressed for a while.During this period of time, I can be a little presumptuous and say no to some of his orders confidently.

How far can it be "no"?Probably just a lazy bed for 1 minute.

The memory is over. After 1 minute, he buckled his pocket watch, lifted my quilt, and picked me up from the bed.

Two, control

I love Eric.

But I don't like to eat with him.

I also didn't expect that he would face to face with me every day and share a dinner table until he died.

...He has a strong desire to control!

What is the appetizer is up to him; what is the main course is up to him; even vegetables and desserts can only be served after he nods.While eating, he would keep watching my movements.If there is something wrong, he will walk behind me and correct it himself.At first I felt very sweet, but later, I just felt very angry.It's a pity that before the anger rushed to his throat, he gave me a cold look, and then he automatically went down.I'm so worthless.

I remember one meal, he personally made a plate of fried foie gras, put it in front of me, and then sat down beside me as if nothing had happened, looking down at the newspaper.I tasted it, and it wasn't bad, but it definitely wasn't delicious. Anyway, after taking a bite, I really wanted to run away.He glanced at me and said lightly: "Sit down, how did I teach you before."

He actually dared to mention the past.

...well, he did dare.

He shook the newspaper, covering most of his face: "Is it delicious?"

The desire to survive made me tell a lie: "It's delicious."

"I want to hear the truth."

"good to eat."

"Really."

"real."

He paused, put away the newspaper, and pointed to the foie gras on the table with his chin: "Then why don't you finish it?"

"I..." In a hurry, I lowered my head and took a big bite of foie gras.Before he could reprimand me, I grabbed his chin, followed his example, leaned over and kissed him, and then fed him all the foie gras.

He was obviously taken aback, and actually ate it like this.For the next dozen seconds, he stared at me silently, chewing, and finally moved his Adam's apple and swallowed.During this process, he never spoke.He must have been shocked by his cooking skills.

However, what I didn't expect was that after he finished eating, he showed a reward-like smile, patted my head and said, "Continue."

...I really want to say no.How on earth had I put up with him all these years?

[-]. Extra episodes of Phantom Viewing Angle

(One)

"Kill it, or let it kill you."

There was only a dagger and a thick hemp rope on the ground.He looked at the lion in the cage, was silent for a moment, and said, "I can't do it."

"Can't do it?" The circus troupe owner wore a priest-like white robe, with wrinkles and beard falling down together, looking like a Shar-Pei with a dark heart.He laughed and patted Eric on the face: "Boy, I saved your life from the king of Persia, but I didn't want to hear you say, 'It can't be done'." Speaking of this, his smile suddenly disappeared Step by step, he retreated to the periphery of the Colosseum, and waved to the animal trainer, "Open the cage!—Tell the audience outside that the good show has begun."

The animal trainer opened the cage without even looking at Eric.The lion took two steps back vigilantly. Seeing that the animal trainer had no intention of blocking it, it charged up its hind legs and jumped out.It was in the prime of life, powerful, and its front paws carved deep scratches in the sand.

A hungry beast, a weak young man, such a bloody and impactful picture immediately attracted countless audiences who were curious.Some people exclaimed, some applauded, some applauded, and some urged the performance to start quickly.On the court, no matter if it was a teenager or a beast, they all felt uncomfortable with the loud discussion.

After all, the lion is a beast, and it was the first to have the intention of attacking.It looked around the Colosseum for a week, and finally locked its target on Eric.Erik, though tall and slender, lacked strong muscles in his arms and thighs.Its eyes scanned Eric's neck and ankles several times.It was sure that Eric couldn't beat it.

Wild beasts hunt, they are used to approaching their prey quietly, and then hit them with a single blow.The lion's eyes were fixed on Eric's ankles, and a front paw tentatively stretched out.The sand is loose, and it tiptoes without disturbing a grain of sand.

Eric was just a teenager under the age of 14. He looked at the huge lion and unconsciously took a step back.Unexpectedly, in the next second, a whip came through the air and lashed hard on his back.He almost gritted his back teeth tightly so as not to groan in pain.

"Boy wearing a mask, fight with a lion, you still have a chance to survive - step back, then there is only one dead end!"

The audience also sighed in dissatisfaction: "Retire what, fight with it!"

"Boy, are you going to cook it for dinner?"

"Be polite, everyone, maybe it's just a young lady."

……

Panting heavily, he glanced at the well-dressed but indifferent audience outside the arena, and suddenly realized that this duel between man and beast could only be won by himself.

No one can help him.He can only rely on himself.

The whip wound soon oozes blood, which wets his outer shirt mixed with sweat.He had to arch his back like that lion, and crawl on the ground to relieve the knife-like sting caused by the whip.Thinking he was about to attack, the Lion stepped back and let out a warning roar.But immediately, it smelled the smell of blood in the air, and impatiently took two steps forward.

Unable to retreat or advance, the only things he can hold in his hands are daggers and ropes.However, at the moment he stretched out his hand to the dagger, an animal trainer stepped forward and kicked the dagger to the periphery of the Colosseum: "The boss said, this is the punishment you just stepped back."

Fear, anger, and killing intent as violent as a hurricane almost destroyed his thinking ability in an instant.He closed his eyes, grabbed the thick hemp rope, and squeezed until the veins in his arms bulged.

The animal trainer kicked him on the shoulder disapprovingly: "If you dawdle any longer, believe it or not, the rope will be confiscated."

He lowered his eyelashes, clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and thought, these people, no, everyone he met didn't treat him as a human being.

That being the case, why is he still a man?

From childhood to adulthood, whether it is a parent or a passer-by, as long as they see his real face under the mask, the first reaction is panic and rejection, even if he has no malice at all.

Maybe he wasn't human in the first place, and that's why he didn't get the love and respect that everyone has.

If you can't get it, don't want it.If you can't be a human being, then you won't be.His Adam's apple was sliding, his elbows rested on the sand, and he made a posture like a beast preparing to attack.As the strong wind blew, his outer shirt was like a white flag declaring death, fluttering and shaking.

The bearded lady is the most famous performer in the circus troupe.She took off her wide-brimmed straw hat and walked to the circus owner: "Eric is good at both ventriloquism and magic. I heard that he is also one of the reformers of the Mazandaran Palace. Why do you have to make enemies with him?" Woolen cloth?"

"I have a different perspective from yours. You don't want to become enemies with Eric because you think he is talented and valuable, and he can give you a hand when you are in trouble. And I am his boss. , his master, I don’t need to have a good relationship with him, I just need to tame him and let him become my most powerful and profitable tool—you know, how much a versatile but terrifying actor can bring me income?"

At three poles in the sun, Eric has been confronting the lion for nearly half an hour.

The lion's patience is amazing, and his patience is also amazing.Half an hour later, he was like a stone statue left in the sand, unwavering, not giving the lion any chance.Seeing that his arms and calves began to tremble, it seemed that he had reached the limit of his physical strength.The owner of the circus troupe waved his hand to signal the animal trainer to drag the lion back into the cage.He wanted to intimidate and tame Eric, but he didn't want to kill him.

Unexpectedly, the moment the animal trainer stepped forward—both the man and the lion attacked!

All this happened in a blink of an eye, and no one present could react, and it was too late when they recovered—the lion pounced on Eric.Although the circus troupe often works with wild beasts, this is the first time that wild beasts have pushed people to the ground.You know, the first rule of taming beasts is not to let wild beasts taste human blood.

Once tasted, it is no longer a "performance tool" for them to fiddle with.

The boss of the circus troupe frowned, and patted the shoulder of the animal trainer beside him: "What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and save people!"

Ms. Beard smiled: "The lion and Eric are both your most profitable tools, and now you will lose both. Do you still think that enmity with him is a good way to make him work for you?"

"Listen to you, is there any other way to tame him?"

"Haven't you ever wondered, Eric, a boy under the age of 14, how he became the architect of the Mazandaran Palace? I heard that the king ordered his execution as soon as the palace was rebuilt All architects. But he survived secretly, smuggled to England, and lived under your hands. Have you never thought about how he did it?"

The sand is full of broken pebbles.The wound on his back hit the sharp gravel heavily, and it felt like a sharp knife had cut his flesh, but he had no time to take care of it. There was a stronger and more dangerous threat ahead, waiting for him to deal with.The nails of the lion's front paws scratched his collar, exposing the skin of his neck.Next, as long as he is a little careless, the lion can easily kill him.

There are people around him approaching him, maybe they want to save him, or maybe they want to kill him completely.

He cannot be bullied.Even a wild beast cannot decide his life or death.

Abandoned by his parents at the age of ten, he came across a caravan of gypsies.They gave him water and food and taught him how to do magic tricks.But just when he thought he was going to get a new life, they abandoned him again.The reason is that the highly respected prophet in the family predicted his sad and terrible fate.

"In the near future, you will encounter a fork in the road, one leading to salvation, and the other leading to the grave. There is a high probability that you will step into the grave. Before stepping into the grave, you will commit many, many unforgivable crimes. It is a pity , we do not go on the road with sinners."

Now, that is probably the fork in the road.

Will he lead to the grave?

—No, this beast should lead to the grave!

The wind was strong, yellow sand was everywhere, and the Colosseum could not see the sun for a while, only the traces of the struggle could be vaguely seen.There were more than a dozen claw marks drawn by the lion on the sand, one of which was even stained with blood.Eric may well have been doomed.The boss of the circus troupe stamped his feet remorsefully, supported his forehead, and lowered his head.

At this moment, the flag in the center of the Colosseum suddenly shook violently.It was a prop used by the circus troupe to present awards to the fighting beast warriors. The foundation was so solid that even more than a dozen strong men could not shake it at all.Many people vaguely guessed the reason for the shaking, but they couldn't believe it, because it was impossible.

However, the impossible happened.

When the wind stopped and the sand rested, the Colosseum gradually revealed the whole picture: fragments of masks were scattered everywhere on the ground, and the purple blood coagulated all over the place.Eric knelt on the ground with one knee, his chest heaved violently, and there was still a terrifying murderous intent in his eyes.He was clutching a rope that was almost broken, and the gaps between his nails were filled with blood and yellow sand.The other end of the rope is tied to the cornerstone of the flagpole and the body of the lion.The lion foamed at the mouth and was dead.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the arena was as dead as a cemetery.Whether it was the audience, the animal trainer, or even the owner of the circus troupe who thought he was planning a strategy, he didn't know what expression to make when facing this scene.

In the end, it was Eric who made the first move.He bit the rope with his teeth, put his hands on the ground, and climbed up very slowly.The warm sunshine was projected on his face, and his facial features showed a cold and skull-like shape.Blood flowed down his forehead, and his pupils were golden fires of karma, like a wild beast driven to a corner, burning with a strong animal nature.

At this moment, no one doubted why he could defeat the beast.

When two beasts fight, one must die.

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10.1 [10.1 Added Phantom Movie and TV Extras]

The background of Phantom, I combined with the original and made appropriate modifications (anyway, the musical did not specifically talk about his background =. =)