AN: im starting a songfic. It's not using just one song and it's the story
of MR retold from the point of view of 4 of the main characters. Nini,
Satine, Christian, and (to be announced) I haven't chosen yet. All of the
chapters use linkin park and lifehouse songs. Just a strange little idea I
had. *grins*
This story begins before the initial story and will carry on up to Satine's death. Maybe past if I allow other bands in.
"Father, I'm leaving. I'm going to Paris to live like a true Bohemian." As soon as Christian uttered those words to his father, he knew he would have to fight to make them true.
"Christian. You are a disgrace to this family. Why do you insist on being such a embarrassing burden?" His father glared at him through cold eyes glazed over with hate for Montmartre.
Christian sighed, knowing speaking the truth to his father was useless. "I want to be free."
Christian's father could not understand. He never would as long as he lived a life clouded with hate and not open to things he did not know. "You can be free here. Just stay and inherit my business. Once you leave, I will forget you were ever my son. You will no longer be a part of this family. Do you want to leave your brothers behind?"
Christian's heart was cold towards his brothers. "My brothers are exact replicas of you. They are slaves to business."
"Christian. listen to reason. Montmartre is evil. It's the ultimate village of sin."
Christian turned on his father asking what he had always wondered. "Have you ever been there father?"
His father was taken aback for a moment, then squared his chin. "No. The stories are enough."
Christian looked him straight in the eye. "How do you know the stories are true?"
Christian didn't give his father a chance to answer. His rage was building inside and he needed an escape. He needed to express his feelings so his father would listen. He began to sing. "I cannot take this anymore."
His father looked at him. "What?"
Christian kept singing. "I'm saying everything I've said before. All these words they make no sense. I've found bliss in ignorance."
His father glared at him. "Christian." it was a warning.
Christian ignored his father's harsh tone. "Less I hear the you'll say, but you'll find that out anyway."
His father raised a hand to hit him, but Christian, being stronger and larger, pushed him back into his chair. "Everything you say to me takes me one step closer to the edge. and I'm about to break. I need a little room to breathe. 'cause I'm one step closer to the edge and I'm about to break."
Christian's father stood up. "What's happened to you? Why are you doing this?"
Christian glared at him and pushed him back down. "I find the answers aren't so clear. Wish I could find a way to disappear. All these thoughts they make no sense. I find bliss in ignorance. Nothing seems to go away over and over again."
Christian walked into his room and picked up his pre-packed suitcase. "Goodbye father."
He walked out without another word to anyone.
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AN: I would have written more but I wanted to post this. Please review and tell me whatcha think!
This story begins before the initial story and will carry on up to Satine's death. Maybe past if I allow other bands in.
"Father, I'm leaving. I'm going to Paris to live like a true Bohemian." As soon as Christian uttered those words to his father, he knew he would have to fight to make them true.
"Christian. You are a disgrace to this family. Why do you insist on being such a embarrassing burden?" His father glared at him through cold eyes glazed over with hate for Montmartre.
Christian sighed, knowing speaking the truth to his father was useless. "I want to be free."
Christian's father could not understand. He never would as long as he lived a life clouded with hate and not open to things he did not know. "You can be free here. Just stay and inherit my business. Once you leave, I will forget you were ever my son. You will no longer be a part of this family. Do you want to leave your brothers behind?"
Christian's heart was cold towards his brothers. "My brothers are exact replicas of you. They are slaves to business."
"Christian. listen to reason. Montmartre is evil. It's the ultimate village of sin."
Christian turned on his father asking what he had always wondered. "Have you ever been there father?"
His father was taken aback for a moment, then squared his chin. "No. The stories are enough."
Christian looked him straight in the eye. "How do you know the stories are true?"
Christian didn't give his father a chance to answer. His rage was building inside and he needed an escape. He needed to express his feelings so his father would listen. He began to sing. "I cannot take this anymore."
His father looked at him. "What?"
Christian kept singing. "I'm saying everything I've said before. All these words they make no sense. I've found bliss in ignorance."
His father glared at him. "Christian." it was a warning.
Christian ignored his father's harsh tone. "Less I hear the you'll say, but you'll find that out anyway."
His father raised a hand to hit him, but Christian, being stronger and larger, pushed him back into his chair. "Everything you say to me takes me one step closer to the edge. and I'm about to break. I need a little room to breathe. 'cause I'm one step closer to the edge and I'm about to break."
Christian's father stood up. "What's happened to you? Why are you doing this?"
Christian glared at him and pushed him back down. "I find the answers aren't so clear. Wish I could find a way to disappear. All these thoughts they make no sense. I find bliss in ignorance. Nothing seems to go away over and over again."
Christian walked into his room and picked up his pre-packed suitcase. "Goodbye father."
He walked out without another word to anyone.
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AN: I would have written more but I wanted to post this. Please review and tell me whatcha think!