A friendly note the readers:

This story is what I would have done for a Phantom sequel, not Love Never Dies. Do I truly hate Love Never Dies? No. There are far greater things to hate than the sequel. However, the only thing I am ticked off about is how it kinda hinders the original's message of redemption and sacrifice. However, I am not above writing a Phanfiction related sequel, so this is what I have come up with:

How We've Sunk So Low

Chapter 1: Destiny

By: PittsBurghFuzz

Year: 1883

It was a cold day in London, and the fog was so dense, that a knife would be able to cut through it. There was not a happy face on the street, and their attire was not very cheerful either. On an ugly street corner, a little boy was playing a violin, beautifully. He was in desperate need of money, as suggested by his clothes. The boy's face was also very dirty, but his blue eyes glowed through the dark face, like a lighthouse on a foggy night. No one seemed to be giving him any money, but the boy continued playing. Then, a tall figure in evening clothes passed the boy, but went back as soon as the boy played again. The man stood still, in awe of the boy's talents. The boy stopped for a moment and was about to leave, not noticing the tall figure. Then, long bony fingers touched his shoulder. The boy's head turned, and was a little startled. The man was wearing a white mask, which covered only half of his face.

"Why did you stop?" the man asked.

The boy was startled by the man's voice. It seemed reassuring, but instilled great fear.

"I..." the boy said.

"Continue playing. Someone is bound to listen."

"How do you know?"

"I heard it. Now play. I need something soothing. I've had a long day."

"Okay then."

The tall man sat on the dirty corner with the boy.

"Sir, won't you get your clothes dirty?" the boy asked.

The tall man shrugged his shoulders. "I don't care, I need to sit down, now play something. Yes I know, play this."

The man took out a sheet of music and pointed it to the boy. The child nodded. He began playing, but then something amazing happened. An aristocrat came by and heard the music. He was huge, both in height and weight, and bore a mustache.

"Say, this boy's good!" The large man said. He dropped a gold coin into the boy's hat.

Then, more and more people started coming, dropping various coins into the small cap, and granting the boy grand compliments. As soon as first piece of music ended, the mysterious man gave the boy another sheet of music. So the boy began playing it and people were loving it more than the first time they heard the boy. After several hours, and several gold coins, the boy's hat was overflowing with coins. Then, the child raised the hat, offering it to the man. He pushed the hat back to the boy.

"You deserved it." the man told him.

"But I wouldn't have gotten all of this if it weren't for you." the boy told him.

"But I wasn't playing. Now, give that to your family or something."

"But I have got none. They abandoned me." the boy said, putting his head down.

The tall man looked at him with his half mask. "What's your name child?" he asked.

"Jacob."

A carriage approached the curb, and an old man stepped off the reigns. "Ready sir?" the old man asked.

The tall man looked at the boy. "Come with me." the man offered his hand to the boy, and he accepted it. The two got into the carriage, and the old man was about to close the door.

"Master Erik, who is this we have here?" the old man asked.

"Gordon, he's probably the most incredible talent I've seen in years. Jacob this is Gordon. Gordon, Jacob." Erik told him.

"I see sir. Nice to meet you Jacob."

"Same with you sir." Jacob said.

Alfred closed the door, and the carriage trotted along.