Author's Note: Finally! Chapter 3!! All of you fine readers can finally find out (for now) what happened to Christian after the gunshot went off! I know, I know, you're tired of hearing that phrase, but it'll only happene once more so be happy! I really liked writing this chapter, so I hope you all enjoy reading it! Remember to REVIEW! Coz I LOOOVE Reviews!! They give me more enthusiasm to write the next chapters!

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"How about anothah wound of dwinkth?" Toulouse was drunk, again. Along with the rest of his Bohos, they were where they usually were at six o' clock in the morning, after their night of festivities. The local Absinthe bar located just around the corner of the Moulin Rouge.

"I think that's been enough for you old pal. Let's get on home." Satie had had just about enough. Although no one knew, he hated that stuff. He only drank it to fit in with the other Bohos. He'd had a rough childhood. Since he was a musician in a town full of descendants of the early vikings, he was ridiculed often for enjoying to play the piano. He was very insecure, so now that he finally had a group of fellow musician buddies, he didn't want to be cast aside.

The group got up and made their way toward the door, the Argentinian leading them. "You know," he said. "It's such a beatiful morning. Maybe we should go --" Suddenly, but not surprisingly, the man went cross-eyed, then passed out right in front of the door, tripping the Doctor.

"I wish there was something I could do about that darn Narcolepsy!" He exclaimed while brushing off his pants.

"-- for a walk." The Argentinian had once again popped right back up, and finished his sentence.

"Or maybe," replied Satie. "We should just get back to the studio. I've been meaning to do a little composing lately. Maybe it will help us all feel better to hear some music." They started back to their humble abode, this time the Argentinian following, and had just stepped in the door, just as something had caught his eye. What is the Duke running over here for? Hmm

"Hey guys! Guess who's running over this --" The Argentinian man fell down the stairs, making a comotion of noise.

"Man can't he thtay awake foah five minuteth?" commented Toulouse. Satie went over to see who the now unconsious man saw coming, only to find that there was nobody there. Must have been that stupid Absinthe making him hallucinate again. "Hey," continued the dwarf. "Did you guyth jutht heah thomething?"

Suddenly, Harold Zidler was seen at the top of the staircase. When he say the Bohemians, he screamed, "Where have you guys been?! I found Christian unconsious by the windmill a few minutes ago, and I came to get the Doctor, and you weren't up here! I went to the balcony and saw that he had jumped. Then I heard the Du--" Then they all heard the loud shot of a pistol right around the corner.

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"What in the WORLD are you DOING?!" the Duke was outraged. He had finally had the cance to kill that blasted Christian, and Nini had pushined him, messing up his aim, so he bloody missed. And now the Bohemians and that wretched traitor, Harold Zidler, were running to save their precious writer.

"Here, get Christian's legs, I'll take his shoulders," Nini instructed. "DUKE? Pay attention!" The Duke was bewildered. Why was the prostitute actually trying to help him? "C'mon, I'll explain later!" The two picked up the lame man, and ran off to the Gothic Tower.

When they finally got there, Nini asked, "Hey Duke, you got any secret rooms or dungeons in here or something? We'll hide him in there."

"Woman, what is the purpose of all of this?!" the Duke was irate. He was so used to being in total control.

"Oh don't you worry dear Duke, I have this all planned out." Explained Nini, while they carried Christian through many secret hallways, to the scarcely known parlor. "So we have the poor, depressed, beloved Christian locked in this room. And Zidler and his Children of the Revolution' come crying to us, Give him back! We need him, we want him, we can't live without him!' and that blasted Toulouse Wetuhn Chwistian to uth!! Pweath!!' But we'll keep him till they come crawling and begging on their knees, telling us they'll give ANYthing to get Christian back. THAT'S when we start to set the terms for ransom."

The Duke's eyebrow raised in curiosity. How intriguing, he thought to himself. "And what exactly are we going to trade him over for?"

"I'm glad you asked." Nini continued her plans. "Since Satine is dead, Zidler no longer has a Sparkling Diamond, or a starring role for Spectacular Spectacular. So Whatever is he to do?"

This girl is a genius. The Moulin Rouge, of course. Conjured the Duke.

"We tell him that he has to make me, Nini, the best dancer in Paris, the Sparkling Diamond and --"

"WHAT?!?! You expect me to help you in this plot just so you can be a famous CAN-CAN DANCER?? I'm sorry woman, but you cannot expect me to be so foolish."

"Hey, you didn't allow me to finish! As I was saying, I'll be made the new Sparkling Diamond, and YOU will be the new owner of the Moulin Rouge."

"What?"

"Just think, you'll be running the most exotic, ravishing, sensual night club in all of Europe. Men from all around will be here to throw their money and diamonds at us dancers, all of the proceeds going to the Duke of Monroth Charity fund. You'll be in upmost control, and be able to do who, uh, I mean whatever you want, whenever you want to. You'll be the richest man in Paris, exceeding the royal family. And you'll constantly be surrounded by beautiful women. What more could you want?"

This idea seemed rather clever to the Duke. "So all we have to do is keep Christian locked up and all that will be mine?"

"You mean ours," Nini corrected.

"Yes, yes, of course," said the Duke. "So all of that will be ours?"

"Yep. So are you in, or are you out?"

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