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Author's Note: No, I am not dead! Heh...

"Phantom of Notre Dame"

by Starhunterz

Prologue

The Bells of Notre Dame

The vast darkness of night was spread innocently over the town of Amity Park, acting like a protector for the city's secrets. Stars were pushed aside by the moon's creamy light, and a certain eerie calm had swept the small area into silence. Yet, this serene peace was intruded upon by the shouts of men, and clangs of steel.

"Line up against the wall!" A man clad in black and green armor ordered, his face completely encompassed by a thick, black helmet. The five people backed up fearfully to the wall, all eyes locked onto the knight's glowing blade pointing straight at them. Another soldier came with five hackles, locking them onto the first four men; however, when he saw the woman with a tiny bundle in her arms, he hesitated.

"Sir? This woman has a child." He stated in obvious question, turning to a tall, graying man sitting on a white horse.

"Indeed, she has." The man stated simply, looking nonchalantly at the soldier.

"W-Well, what shall I do with it?" The soldier stuttered under his superior's unnerving gaze. At this, the older man's face became thoughtful, and he turned his blue eyes to the woman's purple glare.

"Take the child." The mother's eyes widened as the soldier took a step to her.

She ran.

"After her!"

Madison Fenton had never been so scared in her life.

Ducking under a high gate, Maddie tried to let the impending horse beats encourage her to run as fast as she possibly could, but they were getting terrifyingly closer by the second. Her mind racing, she tried to think of a safe place to – she nearly stopped with her sudden discovery, but instead turned a sharp left and jumped over a low fence. Looking down briefly at her bundle, she was comforted by her destination: Notre Dame. The towering building loomed ahead, and she picked up her pace, though she was thoroughly exhausted. Running up the steps, she nearly ran into the two huge doors, pounding on it with all her might.

"Please, let me in! Sanctuary!" Hearing those foreboding hoof beats once again, she turned and sped along the building's steps. Just as she was about to glance back, a ball of pink light filled her vision and she knew no more.

Vladimir Masters pulled hard on the reigns, his white horse throwing its head in complaint. The red haired woman lay across the Cathedral's steps, her condition unknown; but that wasn't of any concern to him. He turned his icy stare at the slowly moving bundle on the ground, a slow drizzle of snow beginning to cover it. Dismounting, Vladimir walked over and gently picked up the baby, and pulled the cover over its head.

He snarled in disgust, holding the baby far from himself. "What is this?!" He said aloud to nobody in particular. A crazed twinkle sparkled in his eyes, and he looked around frantically. I must get rid of this creature. Suddenly, he spotted a well not far off, and speedily made his way to it. Grabbing the blanket that encompassed the baby, he stretched out his hand over the well.

"Stop!" A leveled voice called out from behind. Vladimir turned to the voice, and saw a man in a purple cloak, a hood pulled over his head. "Put the child down." The figure said in a more calming tone.

Vladimir growled in anger. "This is no child, it is a monster! And a monster should be returned to its master," he said, dangling the bundle over the well, "in Hell."

The figure's eyes narrowed dangerously. "What you are doing is murdering an innocent child."

He gave a gruff laugh. "I have no guilt on what I shall do."

"Whatever you do to that child, I shall release on you tenfold." The figure suddenly declared, taking a few steps forward. Vladimir's confidence dropped, and he considered the words of this stranger.

Sighing in annoyance, he answered, "Fine. Take him." He stated, holding the baby out to the figure.

"No; the boy is not for me to take," he paused, selfishly taking a joy in watching the man's face scowl, "you must take care of him."

"What? Why?!" He hissed, his eyes glowing slightly.

"Because you must."

"That is not an answer!"

The stranger looked sorrowfully at the boy's mother. "Because of what you did, you must now pay it with a price, and I have given you the choice of taking care of the child." He stated sharply, turning back to the man.

Vladimir steamed inside. Why should he have to do this? It wasn't his fault! "It wasn't my fault! She ran against my orders, and I pursued."

"There is no excuse for injustice."

He glared at the cloaked man, wanting to rip him to shreds. Yet, by some happenstance of fate, the stranger's words sunk in. Taking on a rather professional tone, he stated, "Very well. Perhaps this child will someday prove to be…" he paused, pulling back the blanket a little to reveal snow white hair, "…of use to me." He turned around, mounting his horse, the cloaked figure forgotten.

The stranger smiled, "All is as it should be."

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