Out of the Darkness... You're Finally Free
The Moulin Rouge was bustling with excitement. Today was the first dress rehearsal for Christian's play. The actors were in their costumes and waiting in the dance hall for the writer who hadn't shown up yet. Harold and Mary were grumbling angrily beside them.
"Where are they?!" exclaimed Harold impatiently.
"They're probably busy in bed," Mary answered him, smirking. Harold shot her a look that suggested that this wasn't the time to make jokes. His lips nonetheless curved upwards in a knowing smile.
"Maybe I should go interrupt..."
Harold exited the Moulin, shaking is head. Who would have thought the poet would be late for the dress rehearsal of his play? However, Satine could be very distracting... And since their relationship just got back on track...
Christian's garret came into view. Harold automatically knew something was wrong since the door was thrown open, and no sound was coming from inside. Harold broke into a jog.
He peered through the doorway and received the shock of his life. The room was completely trashed. Chairs were overturned, the table was flipped over, papers had flown everywhere, and Christian's typewriter lay broken on the floor.
"Oh my goodness..."
A moan of pain emitted from the floor on the opposite side of the bed. Harold ran to Christian. The poet looked at Harold, dazed and confused, but couldn't bring himself to talk.
"Where is she?" Harold demanded. Satine was nowhere in sight.
Christian reached up to rub the back of his head. He felt a sore bump through his tousled mane. His brows knitted in confusion; he didn't remember hitting his head...
"Where's Satine?" Harold demanded more forcefully.
"Satine?" Christian worded. Once he realized what Harold was asking, his eyes shot about the room in search of her. Instead in found his garret in complete chaos.
As much as Harold didn't want to admit it, the duke had returned. And he got to Satine again. "Dammit! You were suppose to watch her!"
He lifted the younger man up swiftly. Christian became panicky.
"She was right there! In the corner!"
"What was she doing in the corner?" Harold asked. Another nightmare perhaps...
"She... She was crying..." Christian's shoulders slumped as he recalled the morning's events. "It was my fault... I shouldn't have let her..."
"It doesn't matter know," Harold waved off. "You have to find her. She's depending on you!"
"No she isn't."
Harold looked like he'd been slapped in the face. "What?!?"
"She hates me! I'm no better than the duke! She said it herself!"
"She... said you were no better than the duke. In those exact words?"
The black beetles were threatening to take over again. Christian shook his head. "She said 'I was weak before now you've made me so numb I can't feel much for you anymore...', amongst other things... She felt like I raped her Harold. She's no better off with me..."
Rage was beginning to take over Harold. He couldn't believe how quickly Christian was giving up on her! He was willing to let the duke lay his hands on her again, when Christian had the nerve to storm in his office and threaten him... He let them stay together against his better judgment, and he'd be dammed before he watched Christian throw it away because of that bastard duke. He'd be dammed before he let the duke win.
Harold grabbed Christian by the shirt and slammed him against the wall. "She needs you. Whatever she said, it wasn't because of you. It was because of what happened before, because of the duke. And now you're willing to let it happen again? You're the only one she trusts... Don't betray her... Not when she needs you the most..."
Harold knew it was true. She did need Christian. They loved one another, and he made her happy.
Christian's eyes brimmed with tears as he nodded. "Where do we find her?"
Harold let him go. He had no idea where the duke was hiding, but he was sure it was near Montmartre. "The duke bought a mansion in Paris for his stay in France. He's probably there now..."
"Good. Now where in Paris?" Christian asked, feeling more hopeful by the second. It was soon crushed to the ground.
"I don't know."
"You don't know?!?"
"He never told me where! I never asked!" Harold yelled. "But we can find her. You two have this connection... I've seen it work. You don't realize it but you're soulmates. I trust you Christian. You can find her."
Christian closed his eyes briefly. His heart thumped in dread. He felt numb. And suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his side. It was as if he was feeling someone else's pain. Satine's pain.
He focused on that pain, and the once foggy imagery became clearer and clearer. Hills. He saw hills.
"Hills." Christian voice the picture.
"Hills?"
"Where are there hills in Paris?" the poet demanded impatiently. Harold, slightly skeptical, offered to take him.
"Don't worry Satine... I'm coming..." Christian whispered in his mind. A wave of fear and reassurance floated in his thoughts. They were soulmates, and it would save her.
*A/N* Alrighty... I'm sleepy, so I'm not sure how this will sound... Tell me what you think anyhoo. Thanks to all those who reviewed!! (And diddly day, if ur reading this... I haven't seen you review in a while! What happened? You made that little number go up... :( )
everyone plz review! even if you've done it before... ur opinion matters to me!! :)
The Moulin Rouge was bustling with excitement. Today was the first dress rehearsal for Christian's play. The actors were in their costumes and waiting in the dance hall for the writer who hadn't shown up yet. Harold and Mary were grumbling angrily beside them.
"Where are they?!" exclaimed Harold impatiently.
"They're probably busy in bed," Mary answered him, smirking. Harold shot her a look that suggested that this wasn't the time to make jokes. His lips nonetheless curved upwards in a knowing smile.
"Maybe I should go interrupt..."
Harold exited the Moulin, shaking is head. Who would have thought the poet would be late for the dress rehearsal of his play? However, Satine could be very distracting... And since their relationship just got back on track...
Christian's garret came into view. Harold automatically knew something was wrong since the door was thrown open, and no sound was coming from inside. Harold broke into a jog.
He peered through the doorway and received the shock of his life. The room was completely trashed. Chairs were overturned, the table was flipped over, papers had flown everywhere, and Christian's typewriter lay broken on the floor.
"Oh my goodness..."
A moan of pain emitted from the floor on the opposite side of the bed. Harold ran to Christian. The poet looked at Harold, dazed and confused, but couldn't bring himself to talk.
"Where is she?" Harold demanded. Satine was nowhere in sight.
Christian reached up to rub the back of his head. He felt a sore bump through his tousled mane. His brows knitted in confusion; he didn't remember hitting his head...
"Where's Satine?" Harold demanded more forcefully.
"Satine?" Christian worded. Once he realized what Harold was asking, his eyes shot about the room in search of her. Instead in found his garret in complete chaos.
As much as Harold didn't want to admit it, the duke had returned. And he got to Satine again. "Dammit! You were suppose to watch her!"
He lifted the younger man up swiftly. Christian became panicky.
"She was right there! In the corner!"
"What was she doing in the corner?" Harold asked. Another nightmare perhaps...
"She... She was crying..." Christian's shoulders slumped as he recalled the morning's events. "It was my fault... I shouldn't have let her..."
"It doesn't matter know," Harold waved off. "You have to find her. She's depending on you!"
"No she isn't."
Harold looked like he'd been slapped in the face. "What?!?"
"She hates me! I'm no better than the duke! She said it herself!"
"She... said you were no better than the duke. In those exact words?"
The black beetles were threatening to take over again. Christian shook his head. "She said 'I was weak before now you've made me so numb I can't feel much for you anymore...', amongst other things... She felt like I raped her Harold. She's no better off with me..."
Rage was beginning to take over Harold. He couldn't believe how quickly Christian was giving up on her! He was willing to let the duke lay his hands on her again, when Christian had the nerve to storm in his office and threaten him... He let them stay together against his better judgment, and he'd be dammed before he watched Christian throw it away because of that bastard duke. He'd be dammed before he let the duke win.
Harold grabbed Christian by the shirt and slammed him against the wall. "She needs you. Whatever she said, it wasn't because of you. It was because of what happened before, because of the duke. And now you're willing to let it happen again? You're the only one she trusts... Don't betray her... Not when she needs you the most..."
Harold knew it was true. She did need Christian. They loved one another, and he made her happy.
Christian's eyes brimmed with tears as he nodded. "Where do we find her?"
Harold let him go. He had no idea where the duke was hiding, but he was sure it was near Montmartre. "The duke bought a mansion in Paris for his stay in France. He's probably there now..."
"Good. Now where in Paris?" Christian asked, feeling more hopeful by the second. It was soon crushed to the ground.
"I don't know."
"You don't know?!?"
"He never told me where! I never asked!" Harold yelled. "But we can find her. You two have this connection... I've seen it work. You don't realize it but you're soulmates. I trust you Christian. You can find her."
Christian closed his eyes briefly. His heart thumped in dread. He felt numb. And suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his side. It was as if he was feeling someone else's pain. Satine's pain.
He focused on that pain, and the once foggy imagery became clearer and clearer. Hills. He saw hills.
"Hills." Christian voice the picture.
"Hills?"
"Where are there hills in Paris?" the poet demanded impatiently. Harold, slightly skeptical, offered to take him.
"Don't worry Satine... I'm coming..." Christian whispered in his mind. A wave of fear and reassurance floated in his thoughts. They were soulmates, and it would save her.
*A/N* Alrighty... I'm sleepy, so I'm not sure how this will sound... Tell me what you think anyhoo. Thanks to all those who reviewed!! (And diddly day, if ur reading this... I haven't seen you review in a while! What happened? You made that little number go up... :( )
everyone plz review! even if you've done it before... ur opinion matters to me!! :)