"The Dead Will Rise"
Notes: OK, finally got this one uploaded. Um…this assumes nothing in the movie changes. If this chapter is really confusing I hope to get it explained better by the next one. I hate the Duke. This is set a year after Satine "died" Rated PG-13 just to be safe I guess.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Any of them. Baz Luhrman does. You knew that already.
Here it goes:
Warner kept a tight hold on Satine's wrist. From behind her, almost speaking into her neck, she heard the cold voice of the Duke.
"I didn't fake your death a year ago to have you escape me now." He grabbed her waste and pulled her towards him. Satine knew the Duke was very, very angry, and she tried not to let her fear show.
"Not so long ago, Ms. Satine, you made me believe that you loved me," he sneered harshly, inches from her face. Warner stood a few feet behind, on alert. "I want to get what I paid for."
The Duke gave Warner a "leave-the-room" look and Satine instantly knew of the heartless man's intentions. However, without his manservant, the Duke had much less power.
She tore herself free of his terrible grasp. He wasn't as strong as he always boasted to be. She swung a heavy vase from behind her at his head, knocking him unconscious. Warner of course hurried in at the sound of the crash, but Satine was already out the door. Luckily the manservant stayed behind to help the Duke instead of chasing Satine.
Satine hurried out of the huge mansion, escaping for the Duke's many servants. Out in the streets of Paris, she knew where she had to go: Monmartre. She had to get her story out. She had to tell anyone who would listen how after she fell unconscious on opening night, by an unlucky circumstance the Duke was the first to find her still alive. He had her kidnapped with the aid of Warner and taken to his mansion in the upper class half of Paris, where everything was very expensive and beautiful, almost as if you couldn't touch any of it. He had kept her there for a year, and almost everyday she had been physically sick with fear that she would never escape. But her goal became so great that one day she finally succeeded.
Satine entered the great archway that said "Monmartre" to find it not much different from when she had left. Evidence of the Bohemian Revolution could be seen on almost every building.
Satine stopped in the middle of the street when she saw the Elephant, dark and deserted. No one was in it tonight. And the red wind mill, still running but with less joy and passion it seemed. As Satine stared, she knew that even though she had hated her job at the Moulin Rouge, she had also missed the spirit of the place very much.
She also knew that the one thing she had come here for was right behind her. As she turned, she felt her heart skip a few beats. There was someone she had wondered about…well, more than wondered, she corrected herself. At first she had given up hope of ever seeing him again, but the huge red "L'amour" made her decide it was worth a try.
Satine clutched her shawl around her in the cold night air and headed for the stairs. Is it possible he's still here, she thought with a trace of sadness. She ascended into the building to find it too mostly unchanged. Perhaps a bit more worn down. The walls and floor seemed not as nice as they had been. Satine sensed the general spirit of the place was not quite as happy anymore.
She came to a certain door, a door she had entered many times a year ago. One time in particular stood out in her mind. "I'm staying with the Duke." How ironically true that had become.
Satine quietly turned the doorknob, expecting the place to be empty but deep down inside hoping to find someone. This place was sadder than everywhere else. The despair hung heavy in the air, and she felt as if she could almost reach out and touch it.
And then…she entered the bedroom to find him there asleep, wearing a pair of torn trousers, but looking just the same as she remembered him, except with a beard. He slept peacefully, but Satine could see grief in his face.
For a moment Satine just stood and stared at Christian. She then quietly removed her shoes and shawl. She was wearing a dress the Duke had given her, one that reminded her of her old days as a performer. She still missed the audience cheering and clapping.
She silently slipped into the small cot next to Christian. She placed a hand on his shoulder, very gently so as not to wake him up. Soon Satine had fallen into a deep sleep, finally next to her love again.
The next morning Christian was awakened by bright sunlight streaming through the thin curtains. He felt something on his shoulder, and rolled over to see something he did not at first believe. It can't be her, he thought. She had used to haunt him all the time, and he would believe he saw her everywhere. This time was different though. This time…he knew she was real.
"My God," he whispered. He stroked her hair. "Satine, wake up my love."
Satine felt the warmth of Christian's hand against her face and awoke to the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. The star-crossed lovers were together again.
For along time neither of them spoke. They merely watched each other, convincing themselves that what they saw was real. Christian was bursting with questions, but they could wait. He put his arm around Satine and kissed her passionately. Satine remembered the last time she had felt like this, they had vowed their love to each other. She repeated that promise now, "Come what may, I will love you, until my dying day."
Christian continued to stare in awe, and he felt his eyes begin to water. This was almost too much for him to take in. "Satine, I…I thought I'd lost you."
Satine wrapped an arm around Christian and rested her head on his chest. "No, far from it Christian." She told him here story. He gasped with anger at several parts, like how the Duke had kept her constantly guarded so she never had any privacy. She also explained how somehow she had persevered through her deadly illness, and she had never fainted after opening night.
"I always knew you were strong," he whispered to her. Christian wished this moment would last forever, and that they would never have anything to fear or to worry about again. But somewhere deep down, he knew and dreaded what was coming:
"Christian, I'm still afraid. The Duke is so angry, and he's a powerful man. He will come for me, and he'll know where to look. I think…he wants us both dead now."
As if on cue, the Duke burst in and said with a slight smirk, "Foul play?"
Notes: OK, finally got this one uploaded. Um…this assumes nothing in the movie changes. If this chapter is really confusing I hope to get it explained better by the next one. I hate the Duke. This is set a year after Satine "died" Rated PG-13 just to be safe I guess.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Any of them. Baz Luhrman does. You knew that already.
Here it goes:
Warner kept a tight hold on Satine's wrist. From behind her, almost speaking into her neck, she heard the cold voice of the Duke.
"I didn't fake your death a year ago to have you escape me now." He grabbed her waste and pulled her towards him. Satine knew the Duke was very, very angry, and she tried not to let her fear show.
"Not so long ago, Ms. Satine, you made me believe that you loved me," he sneered harshly, inches from her face. Warner stood a few feet behind, on alert. "I want to get what I paid for."
The Duke gave Warner a "leave-the-room" look and Satine instantly knew of the heartless man's intentions. However, without his manservant, the Duke had much less power.
She tore herself free of his terrible grasp. He wasn't as strong as he always boasted to be. She swung a heavy vase from behind her at his head, knocking him unconscious. Warner of course hurried in at the sound of the crash, but Satine was already out the door. Luckily the manservant stayed behind to help the Duke instead of chasing Satine.
Satine hurried out of the huge mansion, escaping for the Duke's many servants. Out in the streets of Paris, she knew where she had to go: Monmartre. She had to get her story out. She had to tell anyone who would listen how after she fell unconscious on opening night, by an unlucky circumstance the Duke was the first to find her still alive. He had her kidnapped with the aid of Warner and taken to his mansion in the upper class half of Paris, where everything was very expensive and beautiful, almost as if you couldn't touch any of it. He had kept her there for a year, and almost everyday she had been physically sick with fear that she would never escape. But her goal became so great that one day she finally succeeded.
Satine entered the great archway that said "Monmartre" to find it not much different from when she had left. Evidence of the Bohemian Revolution could be seen on almost every building.
Satine stopped in the middle of the street when she saw the Elephant, dark and deserted. No one was in it tonight. And the red wind mill, still running but with less joy and passion it seemed. As Satine stared, she knew that even though she had hated her job at the Moulin Rouge, she had also missed the spirit of the place very much.
She also knew that the one thing she had come here for was right behind her. As she turned, she felt her heart skip a few beats. There was someone she had wondered about…well, more than wondered, she corrected herself. At first she had given up hope of ever seeing him again, but the huge red "L'amour" made her decide it was worth a try.
Satine clutched her shawl around her in the cold night air and headed for the stairs. Is it possible he's still here, she thought with a trace of sadness. She ascended into the building to find it too mostly unchanged. Perhaps a bit more worn down. The walls and floor seemed not as nice as they had been. Satine sensed the general spirit of the place was not quite as happy anymore.
She came to a certain door, a door she had entered many times a year ago. One time in particular stood out in her mind. "I'm staying with the Duke." How ironically true that had become.
Satine quietly turned the doorknob, expecting the place to be empty but deep down inside hoping to find someone. This place was sadder than everywhere else. The despair hung heavy in the air, and she felt as if she could almost reach out and touch it.
And then…she entered the bedroom to find him there asleep, wearing a pair of torn trousers, but looking just the same as she remembered him, except with a beard. He slept peacefully, but Satine could see grief in his face.
For a moment Satine just stood and stared at Christian. She then quietly removed her shoes and shawl. She was wearing a dress the Duke had given her, one that reminded her of her old days as a performer. She still missed the audience cheering and clapping.
She silently slipped into the small cot next to Christian. She placed a hand on his shoulder, very gently so as not to wake him up. Soon Satine had fallen into a deep sleep, finally next to her love again.
The next morning Christian was awakened by bright sunlight streaming through the thin curtains. He felt something on his shoulder, and rolled over to see something he did not at first believe. It can't be her, he thought. She had used to haunt him all the time, and he would believe he saw her everywhere. This time was different though. This time…he knew she was real.
"My God," he whispered. He stroked her hair. "Satine, wake up my love."
Satine felt the warmth of Christian's hand against her face and awoke to the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. The star-crossed lovers were together again.
For along time neither of them spoke. They merely watched each other, convincing themselves that what they saw was real. Christian was bursting with questions, but they could wait. He put his arm around Satine and kissed her passionately. Satine remembered the last time she had felt like this, they had vowed their love to each other. She repeated that promise now, "Come what may, I will love you, until my dying day."
Christian continued to stare in awe, and he felt his eyes begin to water. This was almost too much for him to take in. "Satine, I…I thought I'd lost you."
Satine wrapped an arm around Christian and rested her head on his chest. "No, far from it Christian." She told him here story. He gasped with anger at several parts, like how the Duke had kept her constantly guarded so she never had any privacy. She also explained how somehow she had persevered through her deadly illness, and she had never fainted after opening night.
"I always knew you were strong," he whispered to her. Christian wished this moment would last forever, and that they would never have anything to fear or to worry about again. But somewhere deep down, he knew and dreaded what was coming:
"Christian, I'm still afraid. The Duke is so angry, and he's a powerful man. He will come for me, and he'll know where to look. I think…he wants us both dead now."
As if on cue, the Duke burst in and said with a slight smirk, "Foul play?"
