No, I __don't__ own any of the Moulin Rouge characters except for Michael,
though if I owned Christian that would be cool. But that's off the subject.
*cough*
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As soon as I woke up the next morning, I quietly slipped out of Toulouse's apartment and went to a secluded area around the back of the elephant at the Moulin Rouge. It was a garden, and though well-kept it looked like no one had been there in ages. I found the farthest point from any building or any person, which was a small tree with a bench beside it. I sat down on the bench and cried. I cried because I had lost me best friend in the world. I cried because I knew I might've ruined the only chance I had to save Satine. I cried because I would live because of a fluke instead of become deceased for love, which I would rather be. I cried for the man Christian would become in but a few years if I did not save Satine. And lastly, I cried for myself and how pitiful I was to be crying. I sobbed for my love, Rachel.
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Rachel set herself down on the soft, feather couch in the lounge of the building we worked in. I had recently told her my plans for going into the future.
"So tell me again why it's so important for you to go and save Satine," she pleased.
"Well," I started, "well the most important part of it is that after Satine died, though he married and had three beautiful children and was happy for a long time, once he hit about 40 he became secluded and deranged, crazy from the needed and wanting for Satine. His wife left him because she thought he didn't love her and he killed himself. Ever since my family has always been the outcasts, always depressed and all."
"Wow," she gasped.
"Yes. Also, since we have just created a successful vaccine that can cure consumption in but a few seconds I knew that I could save her and my family!" Rachel laughed and agreed. Dr. Frank walked in.
"What are you two laughing at?" the sour man asked.
"Nothing, nothing at all," I said stifling a giggle. He gave us a weird look and backed out of the room. That sent us into another round of laughter. iWell, my whole family has suffered depression….except for me!/i
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I awoke from my daydream to the sound of high-heels clicking on cobblestones. I lifted my head and saw Satine coming at me. I was afraid, so I started to get up.
"Wait, no please wait," she called out to me. I couldn't disobey her. "I needed to find you." She said. I sighed.
"Why, so you could tell me what a freak I am? Think I am insane and put me in an insane asylum? Hate me, do you?"
"Heavens no!" she gasped, taking my hand, "And I absolutely do not hate you. Christian does not, either. He's just a bit, well, confused." I huffed.
"Yeah right. He hates me, I know it. And you know what, that's okay. It makes my job easier." Satine did not understand, but she still responded.
"I cannot convince you of anything, but I can tell you the truth." She thought for a moment. "Maybe you need some time alone. Come and get me if you need me. I'll be inside."
It was then that I remembered something. I could find the time machine, just like I said that I could do. I set off to find it.
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It didn't take me long to find it. I went back to the alley, and hidden by a fence was the vehicle that had started it all. I could still remember the day I had stumbled upon it the first time. I wiped away a tear and stepped toward the machine.
I looked inside of it. Yes, this was it. The same time machine, it was. I pressed the little button lightly that would make me make an emergency stop. I smiled to myself as my eyes went to the small photograph I had taped next to the steering wheel of Rachel. I dragged by fingers around her perfect features in the photo.
I was about to go and come back another time when I heard something behind me: A whirring sound. Wait—I knew that sound! What was it…..ANOTHER TIME MACHINE? I abruptly turned around in time to see a figure emerge from the time machine. She whipped her hair back, and looked forward.
"Michael?"
A/N: Okay, no more chapters for now! Not until 25 reviews. Wink, heehee. I know, that's cruel but I'm doing it anyway. MWA HWA HWA!
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As soon as I woke up the next morning, I quietly slipped out of Toulouse's apartment and went to a secluded area around the back of the elephant at the Moulin Rouge. It was a garden, and though well-kept it looked like no one had been there in ages. I found the farthest point from any building or any person, which was a small tree with a bench beside it. I sat down on the bench and cried. I cried because I had lost me best friend in the world. I cried because I knew I might've ruined the only chance I had to save Satine. I cried because I would live because of a fluke instead of become deceased for love, which I would rather be. I cried for the man Christian would become in but a few years if I did not save Satine. And lastly, I cried for myself and how pitiful I was to be crying. I sobbed for my love, Rachel.
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Rachel set herself down on the soft, feather couch in the lounge of the building we worked in. I had recently told her my plans for going into the future.
"So tell me again why it's so important for you to go and save Satine," she pleased.
"Well," I started, "well the most important part of it is that after Satine died, though he married and had three beautiful children and was happy for a long time, once he hit about 40 he became secluded and deranged, crazy from the needed and wanting for Satine. His wife left him because she thought he didn't love her and he killed himself. Ever since my family has always been the outcasts, always depressed and all."
"Wow," she gasped.
"Yes. Also, since we have just created a successful vaccine that can cure consumption in but a few seconds I knew that I could save her and my family!" Rachel laughed and agreed. Dr. Frank walked in.
"What are you two laughing at?" the sour man asked.
"Nothing, nothing at all," I said stifling a giggle. He gave us a weird look and backed out of the room. That sent us into another round of laughter. iWell, my whole family has suffered depression….except for me!/i
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I awoke from my daydream to the sound of high-heels clicking on cobblestones. I lifted my head and saw Satine coming at me. I was afraid, so I started to get up.
"Wait, no please wait," she called out to me. I couldn't disobey her. "I needed to find you." She said. I sighed.
"Why, so you could tell me what a freak I am? Think I am insane and put me in an insane asylum? Hate me, do you?"
"Heavens no!" she gasped, taking my hand, "And I absolutely do not hate you. Christian does not, either. He's just a bit, well, confused." I huffed.
"Yeah right. He hates me, I know it. And you know what, that's okay. It makes my job easier." Satine did not understand, but she still responded.
"I cannot convince you of anything, but I can tell you the truth." She thought for a moment. "Maybe you need some time alone. Come and get me if you need me. I'll be inside."
It was then that I remembered something. I could find the time machine, just like I said that I could do. I set off to find it.
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It didn't take me long to find it. I went back to the alley, and hidden by a fence was the vehicle that had started it all. I could still remember the day I had stumbled upon it the first time. I wiped away a tear and stepped toward the machine.
I looked inside of it. Yes, this was it. The same time machine, it was. I pressed the little button lightly that would make me make an emergency stop. I smiled to myself as my eyes went to the small photograph I had taped next to the steering wheel of Rachel. I dragged by fingers around her perfect features in the photo.
I was about to go and come back another time when I heard something behind me: A whirring sound. Wait—I knew that sound! What was it…..ANOTHER TIME MACHINE? I abruptly turned around in time to see a figure emerge from the time machine. She whipped her hair back, and looked forward.
"Michael?"
A/N: Okay, no more chapters for now! Not until 25 reviews. Wink, heehee. I know, that's cruel but I'm doing it anyway. MWA HWA HWA!