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Chapter 2-Christine POV

I scrambled up, tripping over the bottom of my dress, my mouth open and closed as I now stood facing the young man. I watched him reach forward for the bars of the cage, his skin was white, grunts escaped his body as he reached, I gasped at the length of his fingers, they were so long! Like thin sticks, white and lithe. The chain's which held his wrists and ankles rattled as he gave one more drag to reach the bars; I wondered why he didn't stand. I suppose I should have run, but as I looked up and caught his eyes, I found myself rooted to the spot amongst the silvery leaves which surrounded the cage. His eyes were so huge, like two giant orbs, the one of electric blue seemed to glitter, whereas the deep brown reminded me of coco, never had I seen anyone with eyes like that before, they were beautiful. His face was covered in that horrible material, and now he was looking at me properly I noticed just how dirty he was, his chest was splattered in filth, it was all black and brown, I was almost sure he was also splattered in blood. He looked like he hadn't washed in weeks. I dropped my eyes; he was staring at me still. I needed to say something, my heart was racing, and I was wringing my hands.

'Bonjour.' I said quietly, looking at my hands, maybe he would speak French, I wasn't sure, I thought it was worth a try. I avoided looking into is eyes, I looked at my hands, at the bows on my dress. There was a moments silence; I thought maybe he didn't understand. I looked up hastily, into those big eyes behind the strange mask.

'Bon-bonjour, have you c-come to laugh at me.' I heard quietly through the bars. I smiled a little, his French was perfect, obviously he was from the country like me. His voice was quiet, and his stammer was terrible, I smiled at him, feeling nervous for some reason, and desperately trying to not look at the cuts on his shoulders.

'I'm Christine, oh no of course I haven't come to laugh, why would I? Sorry for sounding rude but who are you?' I asked, putting moving a curl from my face. Again, there was an awkward silence for a moment, but then it was filled by the young man's coughing, it was the worst I had ever heard, it was like he was choking, it echoed against the trees, making it sound as if it was surrounding us. The young man, curled over painfully, his eyes clamped shut as he spat to the ground, I noticed there was blood in it, I gasped at this.

'Are you alright, should I get help?' I was scared for him now; he looked in a lot of pain. At this I watched him clutch at the bars of the cage desperately, his eyes wide now, and frantic.

'No, no, please-please don't get anyone.' He stammered again, but his voice was so desperate, I knew then and there to not dare move and get help! I nodded, but bit into my lip, his chest was rising and falling frantically, he looked very poorly, his ribs poking out beneath the grime, as was his probing collar bone.

'Are you sure, you look sick.' I was worried, but felt safer and took a step forward closer to the cage, and to the young man who clung to the bars, I noticed now around the chains on his wrists were big welts, bloody and sore. My tummy plummeted. He shook his head, the cover on his face moving slightly, but not showing anything, I wondered why he had that on. I wanted to ask so many questions, but Papa had always said that was not polite, and I had to get to know the person before picking their brains about absolutely everything. I felt the big eyes burning into me, and I looked at my feet, shuffling side to side.

'I-I'm f-f-ine.' He said slowly, his voice was strange, it was deep and rich, like a man's would be yet he was what, three, four years older than me, not a proper man yet anyway. His voice seemed fitting with the natural surroundings for some reason. I took another step towards the bars.

'What's your name?' I asked gently, mesmerised at how his bright blue eye twitched as I took a step closer. I was close to the bar's now, if I had put my hand out I would of touched them, now I faced them, they looked so cold and menacing, so harsh and uninviting, they were very close together, now I was closer the young man scrambled back slightly, hissing in pain, but still his eyes looked at me in wonder.

'My-my name?' his eyes were wide, I nodded, did he not understand. 'I don't have one.'

I gasped at this, he didn't have a name! That was dreadful, surely he did! He must of!

'You must have one, what did your mother call you?' I said with a sad smile, he looked so upset, his big eyes, the one that twitched in a strange way, and his body which was trembling, all made me wish to cry, which was strange, I didn't cry much, Papa always commented on how strong I was. On the mention of his mother, I heard him give a cry out, I staggered back as he flung himself to the floor.

'My-my mother she had many n-names for me n-none of them k-kind!' he gasped and panted for breath as if it was an effort to even get angry, he began coughing and spluttering.

'Okay, well I'm Christine, me and Papa just joined the camp.' I said quietly, his breathing was returning to normal now I noticed as if the great rage had surpassed him. I felt sad as I said about joining the camp, for some reason it had seemed to not be living up to my expectations. I had always thought the gypsies to be magical people, all of them light and dainty, like woodland fairies, but actually the gypsies here seemed rather lazy and not at all welcoming.

'W-why?' the young man was lying on his front now, facing me, he looked very uncomfortable, his long legs pulled to his bare chest, I noticed he was shivering, did he not have a quilt?

'Oh, my Papa plays the violin, and well we had trouble with money in Paris, it was our only choice. I don't like it as much as I thought I would.' I sighed, again the sadness washing over me.

'T-the violin?' as he said this the young man sat up, and his eyes sparkled, he looked almost happy. I nodded with a small smile.

'Do you play?' I asked nervously taking a step towards the cage, now close enough to put my fingers against the cold bars, I jumped at their harshness, they seemed to show me through their cold that they were things of cruelty.

'Y-yes, w-well long ago.' The young man dropped his head, his long fingers trailing on the floor of the cage.

'Perhaps Papa will let you play his violin, he's a marvellous teacher!' I smiled, gripping the bars, the young man's eyes sparkled as they looked into mine, but I didn't return the smile, a awful smell filled my nose, I had not noticed it before but now I was closer to the cage, and away from all the fine trees, I noticed it, it was disgusting! As if all the sweat, blood and dirt had been combined. I wondered where it was coming from, then looked at the floor of the cage. I wanted to be sick! It was covered in a layer of what I presumed was straw, but it was black with dirt, the corners were wet, and stank of urine, dark patches filled the mounds of wet and dirty straw, it turned my stomach, the young man's body lay amongst all that, a trail behind him where he had dragged his body through the grime. But before I could say anything about the cage, I felt the two burning eyes on me again.

'Y-your Papa would play for me?' he whispered, looking hopeful. I nodded with a smile, though tears filled my eyes, why was this young man in chains? Why was he all alone? Why was the cage so disgusting? And why was his face covered, his body bleeding, and his health very very poor?

'Y-you should g-get away, q-q-uickly.' The young man whispered his voice serious, shuffling away from the bars, showing his back to me, the long thin scratches all over it in my view.

'Why?' I asked confused.

'No one s-speaks to the Living Corpse.' He stammered, twitching. I was confused, who was the Living Corpse? But then I looked up and saw the sign again, the young man must of been. I admit he was very, very pale, and his physique was that of bones and skin, but he wasn't a corpse!

'I will speak to you, you've been the kindest to me so far.' I said softly, it was true, and though it sounded strange to admit it, though I had only been in the camp for what five minutes I had felt immensely lonely. The young man turned to me his eyes glittering behind the rage cloth mask.

'You c-called me kind?' he whispered. I nodded. Then the woods around me were filled with the most beautiful sound, it was like magic, I realised the young man was laughing, I closed my eyes, I couldn't help it! The noise was so beautiful, so rich and dark, but yet like a soft sweet, so compelling, so stunning! I pulled my cloak around me; it sent chills up my spine. I knew a little about music due to Papa, I had slept in the wings as a young girl of all the great opera houses when papa had graced the stages., the great orchestra's had been my lullaby's, I knew that this young man was musical somehow, and very very talented, even from his laugh, I wondered what his singing voice would be like.

'Yes, you are. Will you be coming to the camp, this evening?' I asked hopefully, again my question was met with laughter.

'N-no I stay here.' His voice was grim as he said this, grim and angry. My tummy plummeted I had hoped the young man would be joining us for supper, I felt comfortable around him, and was desperate to listen to him speak more, to understand him, and ask why he was in that disgusting cage. I sighed, and for a moment I just looked at the young man, without knowing started to hum slightly, against the wind, it was darker now, the trees losing their silver all around us, and the sun how hiding behind them like a giant shield. It was colder now, and I noticed as the young man with many cracking bones pulled himself into a tiny ball, that his skin was covered in goose pimples, and that he shook with cold.

Suddenly like a crack of lightening the peace around us was broken and I heard my Papa's worried voice calling for me.

'Oh no, he will be worried, I should go, I will come and see you again soon.' I said quickly to the young man, who looked at me shocked.

'You w-wish to see me?' he said confused, coking his head to one side, I felt embarrassed now.

'Oh well I thought-maybe I could get you Papa's violin to play if you liked.' I said to my feet, I looked up and saw the two big eyes closer to the bars where I stood, but he still looked nervous as he crawled closer. Papa's voice ripped through the woods again.

'Un moment Papa!' I called over my shoulder, hearing him getting closer.

'Y-you must go!' the young man said desperately but I could not ignore his shivers, I took my navy cloak of my shoulders and passed it through the bars.

'Here, you will be warm.' I smiled, the young man looked at me warily, as if I was handing him a gun. 'Please take it.' I said quickly, he crawled to me and took it gently, looking amazed, had he never seen a cloak before?

'For-for me?' he asked quietly holding the material, I nodded.

'I must go!' I said quickly, about to turn away.

'Wait!' I stopped and turned. 'Merci C-christine.' The young man said his eyes shining as he curled under the cloak. I giggled at the way he said my name.

I smiled and ran up the leaf covered hill towards my Papa's voice it was dark now, and slightly scary, but all I could think of was the young man, I hated how he was caged, it was so cruel, he need help, perhaps Papa could help him, I didn't understand why he would be in a cage, he was a human was he not? Then why the cage? Why was he left to basically die? I didn't know, but I felt comfortable around him for some reason, though he stammered, and seemed very, very nervous, he was polite and a lot kinder then any of the other people I had seen here. I wanted to see him again, I was so glad I had given him my cloak, I felt happier knowing he was going to be slightly warmer. I felt for some reason as if I could of spoken to him for hours, and even if there had been a silence it wouldn't of mattered. I heard Papa's voice again, he sounded worried, I could see the clearing now, as I sped, twisting and turning through the close trees, they seemed to be holding hands, their branches all entwined, I was panting for breath.

'Papa! I'm here!' I called through the tree's, not seeing him, but knowing he was close.

I then heard heavy footsteps coming towards me, the leaves moving frantically, I felt my tummy go cold. Who was it there? I didn't like it being so dark, so quickly, it scared me slightly. The footsteps got nearer, I was disorientated by the trees, who was it there? I squealed when I felt a hand on my shoulder, but turned and saw Papa.

'Christine, you silly girl!' he hugged me tightly, I smiled up at him. But then noticed he was not alone, with him was the large gypsy Timon, he towered over Papa, and was five times as thick, he made my knees hit each other, and my hands fly to my mouth. He seemed to stand out amongst the trees, well I guessed me and Papa did too, but something about Timon did even more. It was indescribable, he just didn't seem to fit in, nature seemed to be rejecting him. Papa's hand went into mine.

'Where were you Christine? Where's your cloak?' He asked worried.

'Oh I must have dropped it, I went for a walk.' I felt bad lying but I knew I shouldn't of been by the cages.

Timon grunted from behind Papa.

'I'm going to check the cages, we have quite a creature at the moment Daae, you will see him tomorrow performing, has to be caged as is a violent thing, but by lord does it bring the money! Be ready for tomorrow Daae, it will be your introduction.' Timon didn't speak like normal people he bellowed, making me wish to cover my ears. My stomach dropped at the mention of this 'creature' the poor thing, I had seen the state of the young man! That was hideous, so this creature would be in an even worse state by the sounds of it. But my stomach went cold, oh no! He was going to the cages, he would know! He would see that I had been there! Oh no!

I let go of Papa's hand and stood rooted to the spot, not knowing what to do, as Timon walked away down to the cages. Did I follow him and try to explain? Or not? I looked at Timon's back as it walked away, in his hand he held a long whip, it was black and had long throngs not the end which were knotted, I gulped. He was swishing it threateningly as he walked through the trees, he looked like a picture of horror. I gulped, no I wouldn't say anything about the visit to the cage. I pulled slightly on my Papa's hand, slowing up nearly to a stop.

'Christine are you okay?' he asked worried.

'Papa, I don't like it here, I have a funny feeling, something isn't right.' I said slowly, he hugged me again.

'It's just a new place my dear, you'll make some friends soon and you'll be fine, we really don't have a choice.' He said tiredly.

I prayed my new friend wouldn't be getting hurt or in trouble. I felt sick all of a sudden, I felt physically sick as it all came rushing to me, the smell, the blood, the cruelty of which the young man was in, yet he seemed so nice, I didn't like this feeling of sickness inside of me, it wasn't sickness, more like dread.

For some reason I knew something bad was happening to the young man with the covered face.

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