Disclaimer: Christian, Moulin Rouge, and all that stuff isn't mine, but all my friends are...(except for Gina, she is a "independent woman who isn't owned by anyone" *yeah right*)....Thank you guys so much for the reviews...they make me feel so special :) But, here's part two :)
As I slipped back into the world of the living, I noticed I was lying face first on the floor. As I rolled over and began to sit up, I got ready to give Mike the ass-chewing of his life. "Mike, you stupid son-of-a-bi..." My voice trailed off as I realized I wasn't lying in my bathroom. I was in what looked like a run-down apartment. I began to laugh. Gina and Mike had gone too far this time. I walked throughout the apartment looking for them. "GINA! MIKE! THE GAME'S OVER! COME OUT!" They weren't hiding anywhere in the apartment. I walked towards the door. They were probably out in the hall laughing their asses off at me. I was almost at the door when it was flung open.
I screamed and jumped back. Two men stood there. They looked like slabs of meat with hair and clothing. I mentally gagged. Slabs of meat that didn't know how to bathe. They looked at each other for a moment, then looked at me. One opened his mouth to say something and I saw that he was missing more than a few teeth. Inbreeding, I thought with a giggle. I'm gonna call you Smiley, I thought, and tried not to crack up.
"Well, lookit what we got here! A little filly! I thought you said this room would be empty!" he said, looking at his friend, who had been scratching his head since he came in. And you will be called Itchy, I thought, and I couldn't help it. I died out laughing.
"This is great! Tell me, did Gina or Mike get you to do this? Whoever it was, it was great! Well, gentlemen, I'm gonna go find them, because I have a splitting headache." I began to walk past them out the door when Smiley grabbed me by my arm.
"You're not going anywhere, little lady," he said, flinging me down on the floor.
I landed on the floor with a thud and looked him in the eye. "I know you just didn't do that, so I'm gonna try that again, and you'd better not even think of touching me again." I stormed toward the door again and this time, he grabbed me by my hair and flung me across the room, where my arm had a lovely meeting with the desk.
"Like, I said, you aren't going anywhere," he said, turning to Itchy. "Well, Jacob, I think I'll let you go first this time. I don't exactly like them fiery" He then turned around and shut the door.
As Jacob came toward me, I looked around the room. "C'mon, think," I muttered to myself. There was no way I could escape, not with Lard Ass guarding the door. All that was in this room was a bed, a desk and a chair, so not much of a hiding chance there. I realized I was out of time as I saw Jacob reaching out to grab me. I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed the chair, and, with my best war-cry, brought it right down on his head.
Well, obviously, Smiley didn't see that one coming. His face turned purple and he charged across the room at me. I did the only thing I could do. I screamed as loud as I could and tried to run around him. Not the greatest idea in the world, considering we were in a small apartment. I made it around him and was almost at the door when he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me across the apartment.
"LET ME GO! GINA! MIKE! SOMEONE! LET GO OF ME, YOU FAT PIECE OF SHIT! AHHHHHHHH!" I screamed, clawing at his hands and kicking my feet, hoping I would connect with something sensitive. "GINA! MIKE! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!" My screams became mixed with tears. As he threw me on the bed, my head connected with the headboard. Pain shot through my head, dismissing my hope that this was all just a dream. I looked at him and tried not to cry, but failed. "Please, don't do this....I don't know who you are or where I am...please...don't..."
My pleas fell on deaf ears. I lay there, sobbing, hoping that maybe, Gina and Mike would come through the door any minute and yell "SURPRISE!" Then the big guy would apologize for hurting me, saying that it wasn't part of the script. I squeezed my eyes shut and began to pray. Suddenly, a familiar voice rang through the room.
"YOU LEAVE HER ALONE!" Both Smiley and I looked across the room. I almost had a heart attack, while Smiley just got really pissed. There was the man of my dreams, Ewan McGregor. And, boy, was he a wreck. He looked like he hadn't had a meal, a good night's sleep, or a shave in about a month. "Leave her alone this instant," he said, so quietly, I had to strain to hear him.
Smiley laughed. "And if I don't?" he said, still straddling me.
Ewan looked at him, with hate in his eyes. "I'll kill you," he said.
"And I will kill you as well!" I almost died. Jacek Koman stood in the doorway next to Ewan.
Smiley leaned down and whispered in my ear. I tried not to gag as his breath, hot and rank, invaded my nostrils. "We aren't finished, girly," he said, getting up and walking towards the door.
"Don't forget that," Ewan said, pointing at Jacob, who was still in dream-land on the floor. He then walked over to the bed where I lay and looked into my eyes. It took all my willpower not to pass out on the spot. "Can you walk?" he asked.
I nodded and slid off the bed. I stood shakily and asked myself. Could I walk? I took a few steps, then began to fall. All I need is another bruise, I thought, then I felt Ewan's hands grab me and pull me up. He then put his arm around my waist and place my arm around his shoulders. As we walked out of the apartment, I looked around. None of this looked familiar. And what the hell were Ewan and Jacek doing here? Some sort of Moulin Rouge publicity thing? If so, where were Mike and Gina? I stumbled again and this time, fell to the ground. Jacek walked over to me and picked me up.
"Now, now," he said gently. "I'll carry you." He continued walking again, humming under his breath.
Now I was even more confused. Carry me where?
YAYYYYYYYY! PART TWO IS UP! And you know what? I'm in such a good mood, I think I'll write part three and post it right after this...lol...well, reading and reviewing is a good thing, my little tator-tots :)
As I slipped back into the world of the living, I noticed I was lying face first on the floor. As I rolled over and began to sit up, I got ready to give Mike the ass-chewing of his life. "Mike, you stupid son-of-a-bi..." My voice trailed off as I realized I wasn't lying in my bathroom. I was in what looked like a run-down apartment. I began to laugh. Gina and Mike had gone too far this time. I walked throughout the apartment looking for them. "GINA! MIKE! THE GAME'S OVER! COME OUT!" They weren't hiding anywhere in the apartment. I walked towards the door. They were probably out in the hall laughing their asses off at me. I was almost at the door when it was flung open.
I screamed and jumped back. Two men stood there. They looked like slabs of meat with hair and clothing. I mentally gagged. Slabs of meat that didn't know how to bathe. They looked at each other for a moment, then looked at me. One opened his mouth to say something and I saw that he was missing more than a few teeth. Inbreeding, I thought with a giggle. I'm gonna call you Smiley, I thought, and tried not to crack up.
"Well, lookit what we got here! A little filly! I thought you said this room would be empty!" he said, looking at his friend, who had been scratching his head since he came in. And you will be called Itchy, I thought, and I couldn't help it. I died out laughing.
"This is great! Tell me, did Gina or Mike get you to do this? Whoever it was, it was great! Well, gentlemen, I'm gonna go find them, because I have a splitting headache." I began to walk past them out the door when Smiley grabbed me by my arm.
"You're not going anywhere, little lady," he said, flinging me down on the floor.
I landed on the floor with a thud and looked him in the eye. "I know you just didn't do that, so I'm gonna try that again, and you'd better not even think of touching me again." I stormed toward the door again and this time, he grabbed me by my hair and flung me across the room, where my arm had a lovely meeting with the desk.
"Like, I said, you aren't going anywhere," he said, turning to Itchy. "Well, Jacob, I think I'll let you go first this time. I don't exactly like them fiery" He then turned around and shut the door.
As Jacob came toward me, I looked around the room. "C'mon, think," I muttered to myself. There was no way I could escape, not with Lard Ass guarding the door. All that was in this room was a bed, a desk and a chair, so not much of a hiding chance there. I realized I was out of time as I saw Jacob reaching out to grab me. I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed the chair, and, with my best war-cry, brought it right down on his head.
Well, obviously, Smiley didn't see that one coming. His face turned purple and he charged across the room at me. I did the only thing I could do. I screamed as loud as I could and tried to run around him. Not the greatest idea in the world, considering we were in a small apartment. I made it around him and was almost at the door when he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me across the apartment.
"LET ME GO! GINA! MIKE! SOMEONE! LET GO OF ME, YOU FAT PIECE OF SHIT! AHHHHHHHH!" I screamed, clawing at his hands and kicking my feet, hoping I would connect with something sensitive. "GINA! MIKE! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!" My screams became mixed with tears. As he threw me on the bed, my head connected with the headboard. Pain shot through my head, dismissing my hope that this was all just a dream. I looked at him and tried not to cry, but failed. "Please, don't do this....I don't know who you are or where I am...please...don't..."
My pleas fell on deaf ears. I lay there, sobbing, hoping that maybe, Gina and Mike would come through the door any minute and yell "SURPRISE!" Then the big guy would apologize for hurting me, saying that it wasn't part of the script. I squeezed my eyes shut and began to pray. Suddenly, a familiar voice rang through the room.
"YOU LEAVE HER ALONE!" Both Smiley and I looked across the room. I almost had a heart attack, while Smiley just got really pissed. There was the man of my dreams, Ewan McGregor. And, boy, was he a wreck. He looked like he hadn't had a meal, a good night's sleep, or a shave in about a month. "Leave her alone this instant," he said, so quietly, I had to strain to hear him.
Smiley laughed. "And if I don't?" he said, still straddling me.
Ewan looked at him, with hate in his eyes. "I'll kill you," he said.
"And I will kill you as well!" I almost died. Jacek Koman stood in the doorway next to Ewan.
Smiley leaned down and whispered in my ear. I tried not to gag as his breath, hot and rank, invaded my nostrils. "We aren't finished, girly," he said, getting up and walking towards the door.
"Don't forget that," Ewan said, pointing at Jacob, who was still in dream-land on the floor. He then walked over to the bed where I lay and looked into my eyes. It took all my willpower not to pass out on the spot. "Can you walk?" he asked.
I nodded and slid off the bed. I stood shakily and asked myself. Could I walk? I took a few steps, then began to fall. All I need is another bruise, I thought, then I felt Ewan's hands grab me and pull me up. He then put his arm around my waist and place my arm around his shoulders. As we walked out of the apartment, I looked around. None of this looked familiar. And what the hell were Ewan and Jacek doing here? Some sort of Moulin Rouge publicity thing? If so, where were Mike and Gina? I stumbled again and this time, fell to the ground. Jacek walked over to me and picked me up.
"Now, now," he said gently. "I'll carry you." He continued walking again, humming under his breath.
Now I was even more confused. Carry me where?
YAYYYYYYYY! PART TWO IS UP! And you know what? I'm in such a good mood, I think I'll write part three and post it right after this...lol...well, reading and reviewing is a good thing, my little tator-tots :)