Fly Away
Fleeing The Underworld
Satine hurriedly put her jewels into a bag. She placed it in her suitcase and zipped it closed. She sat down, a little out of breath. She couldn't believe it. She was finally flying away. Something she had wanted to do for as long as she could remember.
'Hm-hmm.' Satine whirled around. Harold was standing in the shadows. 'Where are you going?' Satine looked at him uncertainly, not sure whether to lie or not. She stared at him defiantly.
'Away from here. I'm going away with Christian.' She picked up her suitcase and started towards the door.
'What about the duke?' He asked, following her down the stairs.
'Who cares about the duke? Christian loves me. We are going away and not coming back.' They were now walking along the street towards Christian's garret. Satine could make out his figure. She smiled.
'You're dying.' Zidler whispered. He had stopped about 10 ft away. Satine stopped. Without turning around she said,
'Pardon?'
'You're dying. The doctor came three days ago. You have consumption.' Satine dropped her suitcase and slowly turned to Harold, tears in her eyes. She slowly walked towards him.
'I-I'm dying?' She asked not quite believing it.
'Yes. Do you want to break Christian's heart?' Satine turned and looked up at the window.
'I-I love him so much.' She said through her tears. 'Is there anything I can do?'
'Go to America. They have the medicine to cure you. Also do nothing strenuous. Wait in the shadows and I'll get Christian.
'Will you tell him?' Harold nodded and headed towards Christian's garret.
Christian checked around one final time. He had everything? Clothes? Check. Typewriter? Check. Satine? Well, not yet. The door opened and Christian turned around excitedly. His smile faded when he saw Harold.
'Where's Satine?'
'She's downstairs. I came up to talk to you.' He handed him a wadful of notes. 'This is for Satine. Take her to America.'
'Why?' He asked, taking the notes and counting them. 'Christian, Satine is dying. If she doesn't go to America she will die.' Christian stopped counting and looked at Harold. Harold nodded and touched his arm. 'Go now. The duke is sleeping.' Christian got up quickly and picked up his suitcase and box with his typewriter in. 'And Christian?' Christian turned around. 'Good luck.' Christian smiled and went downstairs to go and join Satine.
They were finally fleeing the underworld.
Fleeing The Underworld
Satine hurriedly put her jewels into a bag. She placed it in her suitcase and zipped it closed. She sat down, a little out of breath. She couldn't believe it. She was finally flying away. Something she had wanted to do for as long as she could remember.
'Hm-hmm.' Satine whirled around. Harold was standing in the shadows. 'Where are you going?' Satine looked at him uncertainly, not sure whether to lie or not. She stared at him defiantly.
'Away from here. I'm going away with Christian.' She picked up her suitcase and started towards the door.
'What about the duke?' He asked, following her down the stairs.
'Who cares about the duke? Christian loves me. We are going away and not coming back.' They were now walking along the street towards Christian's garret. Satine could make out his figure. She smiled.
'You're dying.' Zidler whispered. He had stopped about 10 ft away. Satine stopped. Without turning around she said,
'Pardon?'
'You're dying. The doctor came three days ago. You have consumption.' Satine dropped her suitcase and slowly turned to Harold, tears in her eyes. She slowly walked towards him.
'I-I'm dying?' She asked not quite believing it.
'Yes. Do you want to break Christian's heart?' Satine turned and looked up at the window.
'I-I love him so much.' She said through her tears. 'Is there anything I can do?'
'Go to America. They have the medicine to cure you. Also do nothing strenuous. Wait in the shadows and I'll get Christian.
'Will you tell him?' Harold nodded and headed towards Christian's garret.
Christian checked around one final time. He had everything? Clothes? Check. Typewriter? Check. Satine? Well, not yet. The door opened and Christian turned around excitedly. His smile faded when he saw Harold.
'Where's Satine?'
'She's downstairs. I came up to talk to you.' He handed him a wadful of notes. 'This is for Satine. Take her to America.'
'Why?' He asked, taking the notes and counting them. 'Christian, Satine is dying. If she doesn't go to America she will die.' Christian stopped counting and looked at Harold. Harold nodded and touched his arm. 'Go now. The duke is sleeping.' Christian got up quickly and picked up his suitcase and box with his typewriter in. 'And Christian?' Christian turned around. 'Good luck.' Christian smiled and went downstairs to go and join Satine.
They were finally fleeing the underworld.
