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A/N: Hi ppl, Thank you for coming to read my story, a lot of time and hard
work was spent on it. This chapter is the preface chapter, telling you how
they came apart. Tell me if you like it, if you don't, and your ideas. Even
flames are good.just not TOO harsh, ok? ^_^ ALL reviews are greatly
appreciated!! Please enjoy.
"This story is about love.at the Moulin rouge"
And then.it finished. With a flash and a bang, and screaming so loud that they thought they would never hear again. "Spectacular Spectacular" had been a huge success.
But now their own show would have to start. With the lights back on, and the curtain closed, a dramatic act of love, jealousy and rage would begin behind the scenes.
Satine could hear the crowds of men leaving the newly renovated theatre.some with their "companions" for the evening, and others just drunk.on happiness and absinthe, dreading their return to their normal lives the next day, but thoroughly enjoying their state of carelessness.
She was holding Christian, he had his hands in her hair, and gripping her back, and for that one moment, everything was just still. Perfect. How much time would she have left with her beloved? Would the maharaja get his way with the courtesan after all? Would she be stuck in this cage forever?
Suddenly the duke's voice was heard through the crowd, "Warner! Get Satine.kill the boy". She could hear the anger in his thick, disgusting accent. Warner heeded his command as usual, sending the guardsmen up the steps to the theatre. Satine knew that they would be waiting outside the doors as well. God, it seemed so hopeless.
She was called back to reality when she heard Christian's voice whispering her name. "Satine," he said almost breathlessly, "We must leave!" Yes, she nodded her head, yes. The bohemians called to them, run! Run! They said, pressing them on urgently. We'll stall him for you! Nini said. Toulouse called to them, "Christian! Satine! We will see you again, my friends! "Oh how she loved that little man! Would they truly, ever see him again?
So Christian took her hand, and they began to scramble. Against the crowds, against the odds. They were at her dressing room. She grabbed the things she needed, and the few things that she treasured, and threw them quickly into an old carpet bag. She barely had time to close it before Christian grabbed her hand and pressed on again.
People, oh so many people. Shouting words of praise, addressing them as the happy couple. But did they really care? No. They probably didn't care about anything except how much they were going to make that night. They probably didn't even care about themselves. Satine was one of them once.
They were so close now she could feel the cool breath of night beckoning them. But then, Warner's servile voice, "Check the back hall!" She turned to Christian. "Run" was all he said. So they did. Right into the nearest closet, shutting the door quickly and locking it. But that offered little security. She looked at Christian, who was breathing heavily. Tears had smeared the makeup on her own face; she was shaking, trembling with fear, apprehension. Christian took his own thin jacket and put it over her shoulders. "What will we do now?" She asked him, her confident voice all but gone. "It'll be alright" he said. She shivered violently against the breeze.the breeze? Christian searched the walls frantically, looking, praying.there it was! A gap in the wall. He took the nearest object, which happened to be a very nice chair, and SMASHED the wall as hard as he could. The Moulin rouge was an old building, and the wall came out fairly easily. The hole was big enough, just big enough for them to squeeze through.
The voices, the guards, coming, faster, always coming.
They ran, out into the street, into the air, into the night. They were.
Free.
It was raining. Fast and hard. But their victory was short lived. They could now see the guards pushing the door down with objects; they could hear the banging of wood against metal.
"Satine! Run!" he whispered violently to her.
"What?" She said. No.fly away from here, he said. She answered, I'm not leaving you! Desperately, clinging to his soaked shirt, he must see it, it didn't matter, and nothing mattered, but them. That was all. Just them. She shook her head. No, no, no!
He cupped her face gently with his hands. "Satine, listen to me," The voices were getting oh so close. "You must go".
"How will I find you?"
"I'll find you. Take this". It was a picture, which he had in the pocket of his jacket. It was of them, together, in his garret. They were smiling, laughing. He had one hand around her waist, and the other tilting her face up to him. Her hands were around his neck. They were standing in front of the window, and you could see in the background.the Moulin rouge.
He put it in her hand quickly but softly, not wanting it to be hit by the rain. He then took his hand and closed it around her own. The guards, finally succeeding in pulling the door open.
"I will find you again, darling. Come what may." He kissed her forehead, then her lips, passionately, a promise of his love to her.
"Run." He said. And so she did.
~finis So tell me, what? Press the lovely little blue button down there and tell me what you think.
"This story is about love.at the Moulin rouge"
And then.it finished. With a flash and a bang, and screaming so loud that they thought they would never hear again. "Spectacular Spectacular" had been a huge success.
But now their own show would have to start. With the lights back on, and the curtain closed, a dramatic act of love, jealousy and rage would begin behind the scenes.
Satine could hear the crowds of men leaving the newly renovated theatre.some with their "companions" for the evening, and others just drunk.on happiness and absinthe, dreading their return to their normal lives the next day, but thoroughly enjoying their state of carelessness.
She was holding Christian, he had his hands in her hair, and gripping her back, and for that one moment, everything was just still. Perfect. How much time would she have left with her beloved? Would the maharaja get his way with the courtesan after all? Would she be stuck in this cage forever?
Suddenly the duke's voice was heard through the crowd, "Warner! Get Satine.kill the boy". She could hear the anger in his thick, disgusting accent. Warner heeded his command as usual, sending the guardsmen up the steps to the theatre. Satine knew that they would be waiting outside the doors as well. God, it seemed so hopeless.
She was called back to reality when she heard Christian's voice whispering her name. "Satine," he said almost breathlessly, "We must leave!" Yes, she nodded her head, yes. The bohemians called to them, run! Run! They said, pressing them on urgently. We'll stall him for you! Nini said. Toulouse called to them, "Christian! Satine! We will see you again, my friends! "Oh how she loved that little man! Would they truly, ever see him again?
So Christian took her hand, and they began to scramble. Against the crowds, against the odds. They were at her dressing room. She grabbed the things she needed, and the few things that she treasured, and threw them quickly into an old carpet bag. She barely had time to close it before Christian grabbed her hand and pressed on again.
People, oh so many people. Shouting words of praise, addressing them as the happy couple. But did they really care? No. They probably didn't care about anything except how much they were going to make that night. They probably didn't even care about themselves. Satine was one of them once.
They were so close now she could feel the cool breath of night beckoning them. But then, Warner's servile voice, "Check the back hall!" She turned to Christian. "Run" was all he said. So they did. Right into the nearest closet, shutting the door quickly and locking it. But that offered little security. She looked at Christian, who was breathing heavily. Tears had smeared the makeup on her own face; she was shaking, trembling with fear, apprehension. Christian took his own thin jacket and put it over her shoulders. "What will we do now?" She asked him, her confident voice all but gone. "It'll be alright" he said. She shivered violently against the breeze.the breeze? Christian searched the walls frantically, looking, praying.there it was! A gap in the wall. He took the nearest object, which happened to be a very nice chair, and SMASHED the wall as hard as he could. The Moulin rouge was an old building, and the wall came out fairly easily. The hole was big enough, just big enough for them to squeeze through.
The voices, the guards, coming, faster, always coming.
They ran, out into the street, into the air, into the night. They were.
Free.
It was raining. Fast and hard. But their victory was short lived. They could now see the guards pushing the door down with objects; they could hear the banging of wood against metal.
"Satine! Run!" he whispered violently to her.
"What?" She said. No.fly away from here, he said. She answered, I'm not leaving you! Desperately, clinging to his soaked shirt, he must see it, it didn't matter, and nothing mattered, but them. That was all. Just them. She shook her head. No, no, no!
He cupped her face gently with his hands. "Satine, listen to me," The voices were getting oh so close. "You must go".
"How will I find you?"
"I'll find you. Take this". It was a picture, which he had in the pocket of his jacket. It was of them, together, in his garret. They were smiling, laughing. He had one hand around her waist, and the other tilting her face up to him. Her hands were around his neck. They were standing in front of the window, and you could see in the background.the Moulin rouge.
He put it in her hand quickly but softly, not wanting it to be hit by the rain. He then took his hand and closed it around her own. The guards, finally succeeding in pulling the door open.
"I will find you again, darling. Come what may." He kissed her forehead, then her lips, passionately, a promise of his love to her.
"Run." He said. And so she did.
~finis So tell me, what? Press the lovely little blue button down there and tell me what you think.