NOTE: I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND ALL THE TYPE-O'S.
I picked it up. "BANG!" Another shot was fired from the Moulin Rouge. I quickly shoved the diamant in my pocket.
"The boy! Where is the boy!?!!" the duke's voice echoed through from the walls of the Moulin Rouge. I could hardly believe it. The duke? What was he doing here? Then it hit me… me! He was looking for me! But why? Then I remembered, he didn't know. He didn't know about Satine. Satine and her death. How lucky for me to have been distracted and not go into the Moulin Rouge. He would've killed me! I swallowed hard.
"Christian! Christian!" Tollousse was running towards me. "What are you doing just standing there!? We must make our escape! Hurry!"
"What!?" I asked. Satie and the rest quickly joined him. Satie and the Doc were huffing and puffing quite profoundly.
"What is happening?" I asked Tollousse.
"We must hurry! Christian, quick!" He then pushed me in the dark, damp corner of the near alley. I opened my mouth to speak but the Doc shoved some of Satie's scarf in my mouth. I mumbled protestantly but stopped as soon as I heard Harold's voice. Three pairs of footsteps walked towards the alley.
"Why I don't bloody well know!" It was somewhat strange to not hear Harold sucking up to the duke, but then again the duke had ordered and sent the required materials to tear down the Moulin Rouge. He didn't go himself for the pain of seeing all of it would've been too much. Time obviously fixed that problem.
"Do not play me for a fool, Zidler, I know you know where the boy is. Now tell me!"
"There are many boys in Montemart," Harold said mischievously.
"The boy—Christian!"
"How the bloody hell would I know?"
"Because you know where Satine is, and where she is, he will be!" The duke's face now resembled a tomato. A tomato with a rat on top of it, (his hair) waving with fury. The very same fury glared in his eyes and voice.
"I don't know where the boy is," Zidler said sternly, "and Satine is far, far away from the likes of here." Hurt overwhelmed his eyes as tears overwhelmed mine.
"What do you mean, I warn you Monsieur Zidler, I do not want to play one of your games.
"It isn't a game."
"Stop! Stop with your lies!"
"No lie."
"Where is she!?"
"I…"
"Where is he? Where!?"
"I bloody well told you, I don't know!"
"Why do you lie!"
"Look, you obsessive, pathetic loser, I don't know!"
BANG! Another gunshot.
"I am telling the truth," Zidler said without a stutter in his voice.
"We'll see…" the Duke told his chromies to push Zidler forward. When they had gone I asked Toulouse to tell me what was happening.
"He is back with a vengeance!" he said with spit spilling out of his mouth from his lisp.
"He is a moron," I simply said, "A bloody moron."
"A moron with power," said Doc.
"And a gun," added Satie.
"He's also a moron with Zidler as his hostage," Said Toulouse.
"Who cares? It's only Zidler. Must you forget he too is a moron?! A lying moron who lied about to Satine, to me to everybody for his own bloody sake!" I turned to look at them all. Their eyes were sad, sad that they could not comfort me.
Toulouse then said, "It was for the sake of the show," he continued, "The show must go on."
I picked it up. "BANG!" Another shot was fired from the Moulin Rouge. I quickly shoved the diamant in my pocket.
"The boy! Where is the boy!?!!" the duke's voice echoed through from the walls of the Moulin Rouge. I could hardly believe it. The duke? What was he doing here? Then it hit me… me! He was looking for me! But why? Then I remembered, he didn't know. He didn't know about Satine. Satine and her death. How lucky for me to have been distracted and not go into the Moulin Rouge. He would've killed me! I swallowed hard.
"Christian! Christian!" Tollousse was running towards me. "What are you doing just standing there!? We must make our escape! Hurry!"
"What!?" I asked. Satie and the rest quickly joined him. Satie and the Doc were huffing and puffing quite profoundly.
"What is happening?" I asked Tollousse.
"We must hurry! Christian, quick!" He then pushed me in the dark, damp corner of the near alley. I opened my mouth to speak but the Doc shoved some of Satie's scarf in my mouth. I mumbled protestantly but stopped as soon as I heard Harold's voice. Three pairs of footsteps walked towards the alley.
"Why I don't bloody well know!" It was somewhat strange to not hear Harold sucking up to the duke, but then again the duke had ordered and sent the required materials to tear down the Moulin Rouge. He didn't go himself for the pain of seeing all of it would've been too much. Time obviously fixed that problem.
"Do not play me for a fool, Zidler, I know you know where the boy is. Now tell me!"
"There are many boys in Montemart," Harold said mischievously.
"The boy—Christian!"
"How the bloody hell would I know?"
"Because you know where Satine is, and where she is, he will be!" The duke's face now resembled a tomato. A tomato with a rat on top of it, (his hair) waving with fury. The very same fury glared in his eyes and voice.
"I don't know where the boy is," Zidler said sternly, "and Satine is far, far away from the likes of here." Hurt overwhelmed his eyes as tears overwhelmed mine.
"What do you mean, I warn you Monsieur Zidler, I do not want to play one of your games.
"It isn't a game."
"Stop! Stop with your lies!"
"No lie."
"Where is she!?"
"I…"
"Where is he? Where!?"
"I bloody well told you, I don't know!"
"Why do you lie!"
"Look, you obsessive, pathetic loser, I don't know!"
BANG! Another gunshot.
"I am telling the truth," Zidler said without a stutter in his voice.
"We'll see…" the Duke told his chromies to push Zidler forward. When they had gone I asked Toulouse to tell me what was happening.
"He is back with a vengeance!" he said with spit spilling out of his mouth from his lisp.
"He is a moron," I simply said, "A bloody moron."
"A moron with power," said Doc.
"And a gun," added Satie.
"He's also a moron with Zidler as his hostage," Said Toulouse.
"Who cares? It's only Zidler. Must you forget he too is a moron?! A lying moron who lied about to Satine, to me to everybody for his own bloody sake!" I turned to look at them all. Their eyes were sad, sad that they could not comfort me.
Toulouse then said, "It was for the sake of the show," he continued, "The show must go on."