Months had passed since Frollo dreamed of the woman in white. He learned many things regarding the technology of this time period from the residents in the building where they stayed.

Scientists, they had called themselves.

He learned about how cars work, what microwaves are, what the TV really does (which he won't go near because it's too loud), what cell phones are; nearly everything used in daily life, he studied. He loved almost every advancement made. But for everything that was new, Frollo stilled found himself longing for his life back in Paris. For the simplicity of it.

Christine hadn't been seen since their first night. Claude and Jean had worked out most of their differences, though the two still butted heads when it came to morality.

Frollo found himself, more often than not, missing their companion. He felt guilt at what he had said to her. After speaking more in depth with Jean about her, he found she was a devout Christian, though she didn't fall in any one denomination. She had love and kindness in her heart, never judging those that would otherwise be judged. Upon learning more about her, Frollo felt more guilty, praying to God that she would forgive him.

/TW: mentions of gore and blood/.

Frollo stepped out of his room, dressed in dark red and black ensemble. His shirt was a dark red, his waistcoat black, matching his pants. He quite enjoyed this particular outfit.

He made his way to the kitchens, where he saw Jean, who was with another man. The two stood uncomfortably close, and Frollo cleared his throat, announcing himself to the room.

"Oh, Claude!" Jean exclaimed. As much as they disagreed, they had become close- as close as Frollo let people get.

Jean grabbed his friend's arm, leading him to frollo.

"Claude, I want you to meet Luke," he said joyously. His brown eyes were glittering with happiness, and Christine's words echoed in the minister's head.

"I don't agree with him, but it's not my place to judge him. Only to love him, as I am commanded in the Bible."

Frollo swallowed his usual disdain and shook Luke's hand. "You're the one Jean won't shut up about," he said. "It's good to have a face to a name,"

Luke was about as tall as Frollo, pale blonde hair and gray blue eyes. The exact opposite in looks from Jean.

"And you must be Claude," Luke said, a thick Russian accent in his tone. "I've heard about you."

Frollo felt a wave of hesitation. They had agreed not to talk to anyone about it. They had convinced the scientists that he was from a very poor country.

"Jean tells me you're studying medicine," Luke said.

Claude sent a swift glare to Jean, almost unnoticeable. He was not made aware of this.

"Yes," he said calmly. "I need to learn something while I'm here."

"I do not like that you all are locked up here," Luke said, his accent getting thick with anger. "They say the incident was just a show. On the news. Yet they keep you here!"

Jean stepped forward, placing his arm on Luke's and leading him away, throwing a sad look at Frollo, who nodded solemnly.

They were locked away in here, wherever here was. Jean had no clue where this place was, and Luke was allowed on the terms that he be blindfolded and have music in his ears while he was driven here.

Frollo shook his anger away and went to look for some food. He had learned how to use every kitchen appliance, and found himself to be quite a skilled cook, though it took many failed attempts and a lot of anger at the appliances.

As he made his breakfast and said his morning prayers, he pondered his recent bout of dreams.

They were filled with images of Paris, of Notre Dame and the Palace of Justice. Things he was familiar with dreaming about. But what struck him as odd was that there never any people, as if the city was empty and lifeless.

As he chewed his eggs, he recalled the large doors of the church, were always closed.

If only God had granted me the gift to interpret dreams, just as Joseph did in the Bible.

Frollo's musings were interrupted by a piercing scream. He dropped his fork and ran out of the kitchens and in the direction of the scream, hoping to find Christine. He ran down a long, metal hallway, which he knew led to the labs. Two guards stepped in front of him, stopping the minister.

"You can't go in there," one said.

"What's going on?" Frollo asked, trying to see past the guards. The door was sliding shut, and he saw saw doctors holding a woman down as she struggled on a table.

Christine!

"She's going to be okay," the other guard said. "Go tell your friends."

"It doesn't do well to lie," Frollo said menacingly. He turned to leave, but a trail of red caught his eye. Blood pooled and seeped under the door.

Frollo's surprise must have given him away, for the guards had turned too. One ran up to the door, pressing a button to open it, and Frollo caught glimpse inside.

The doctors were mutilated. Parts of them strewn about the lab. From Frollo's line of sight, he could see Christine standing on the table she was previously being restrained on, her eyes white and glowing. She was crouched, her hands outstretched before her. She was screaming in agony and Frollo saw her white dressing gown was covered in red near her stomach. More guards ran down the hall and Frollo was pushed aside roughly.

The other guard who was in front of the door came over to Frollo and took him by the arm, leading him back to his room. "It's be best if you stay away from here, Mr. Frollo," the guards said.

Frollo nodded back blankly, the image of Christine's blood covered form burned into his mind.

Once near his room door, the guard nodded solemnly to Frollo and walked away. The minister ran to Jean's room, knocking on it so hard his hand felt like it was going to break.

After a few seconds, Jean answered it, looking disheveled and out of breath.

"What?!" he exclaimed.

Frollo paid no attention to what they could have been doing and said, "It's Christine. They've been keeping her in the west side of the building. They're doing something to her." He was frantic. "There was blood and body parts, and-" Frollo stopped, trying to catch his breath. He straightened himself up. "We need to get out."

Jean nodded. "They're destroying her," he said. Luke had come up behind Jean, looking as worried as Jean.

"Why?" Frollo asked.

"Dr. Stephan is obsessed with her," Luke said. He opened the door wider, motioning for Frollo to step in with them. He closed the door behind him and said, "He wants to harness her abilities. Her unnatural strength. Among other things. He wants to do what she can."

"But not with the same ideals as her," Jean said. "She's kind, nice to everyone she meets, no matter what situation. But Stephan is corrupt. He wants to get rid of anyone weak. He wants a world with only the strongest. And he wants to lead them."

Frollo became acutely aware of how he and Dr. Stephan paralleled. He paled at the thought.

"It doesn't help that he's been in love with Christine for a number of years," Jean said, shaking his head, his face filled with disgust. "He was not the original Head Doctor when Christine was brought here, only a medical examiner. But he made damn well sure that he would be the only physician that saw Christine. He rose quickly in the ranks of the scientists and doctors.

"About two years ago, he became Head Doctor. He's been in charge of caring for Christine and overseeing her tests. He's literally been keeping an eye on her for nearly a decade."

Frollo felt sick to his stomach. "His obsession with her led him to madness?" he asked, fearful that the answer could reflect in himself with his own obsession with La Esmeralda.

"Not entirely," Luke said. "He's always been corrupt. Always testing on people, and disposing of the ones who can't handle his experiments." Frollo felt the wind get knocked from his lungs.

The minister thought for a moment. "How do we get her out?" he asked. He needed to get them out, to save her, to redeem himself for his own wickedness.

The trio sat there, each thinking of a plan, but no one spoke up for a time.

"I've got it," Luke said.

"What do we need to do?" the minister asked.

"We need to leave the country," Luke replied. "And I've got just the right kind of friends to help us."

/That's it for this one. How are you guys liking it so far? Sorry to leave you on cliff hangers, but it makes it so much more exciting. Frollo seems a bit OOC, I know, but again, he's got the compassion as Book!Frollo and the ideals of Disney!Frollo. But don't worry, we'll see more of the more sinister Judge not too far from here. Please leave a review!