Disclaimer: Moulin Rouge! And all related items belong to the 2 geniuses
that wrote this story about truth, beauty, freedom, but above all, LOVE,
and 20th Century Fox. And "Sick Cycle Carousel"(Lifehouse).
Note: If y'all really love Moulin Rouge fanfics, you need to read "Absinthe Memories" by Hindi Sad Diamonds, I am not so sure if that is the exact title, but, it's one of the greatest fanfics I've ever read. So is "Eternity In A Moment" by Black Tangled Heart.
"Where do you suppose they are taking us to?" Satie asked me as we were being led of by Warner and the rest of the Dukes chronies. They took off my blind fold.
"I simply don't know Satie. But I'm not too worried."
"Why not?" Toulouse asked me quietly.
"My guardian angel, remember?" I grinned happily, as did Doc, but let's face it, he was as drunk as the sky was blue. And today was a good day, by means of he was usually much drunker than today.
"SHUT UP!" the Duke hissed at us.
"Is that all you can say?!" Satie said fiercely. I for one had never heard Satie raise his voice before. The Duke slapped him and one of his rings cut Satie's lip. I looked at Satie questioningly, me and Toulouse did, and in reply,
"Guardian angel, right?" he mouthed theses words as to not draw attention from the Duke. I nodded. Satine, my love, would come and save us from this, this kidnapping. Yes, that that is what it is, Kidnapping.
"You know, Duke," said I, "you're going to get your just deserts, and when you do, I will be there."
"Shut up, you penniless writer! You will get your just deserts, now! And I am here. And I am delting out your just deserts!" the Duke snarled, "And besides, who will give me my just deserts? You? Not now. And who will miss you? Any of you? The fans of your stupid play? Or stupid book? What is this? The Greatest Thing You'll Ever Learn? Stupid title, Probably stupid book." As I was about to reply, Warner threw me into a warehouse with the rest of the Bohos. They closed the door, and we were left in the dark.
"What will they do to us?" Doc asked quite soberly.
"Kill us?" Toulouse said grimly, even his lisp seemed to be gloomy.
"But not before torturing us," the Argentinean cried out.
"Oh, cheer up!" Satie said cheerfully.
"Oh, shut up!" Zidler said, poking fun at Satie.
"Harold?" Toulouse asked.
"Yes, it is me," he replied sadly. Anger was now piercing through me. Zidler! The next thing I knew, My feet pushed off the ground and my whole body was heading towards Zidler's voice. It took about five minutes of utter confusion in the dark to pull me off of him. Shouts from everyone filled the room.
"Calm down, Christian!" Toulouse shouted at the top of his lungs.
"NO!" was my simple reply. The Argentinean took a swing at me but missed and instead punched Zidler in the face, which I did not mind at all one bit. He betrayed us all, telling the Duke, probably all he wanted to know.
"Let me explain!" Zidler shouted a bit groggily, no doubt from the punch he took from the Argentinean.
"Why?" I asked hastily.
"Just listen, Christian." Toulouse begged. I owed Toulouse and the rest, so I did.
"Go ahead." Said I. Toulouse found a long stick on the ground and used Satie's match to burn it, to give us light.
"If shame had a face I think it would kinda look like mine,
I f it had a home would it be my eyes?
Would you believe me if I said I am tired of this,
Now here we go now one more time," then Zidler had a far away look in his eyes, as if he was talking to some long ago, but never forgotten memory,
"I tried to climb your steps,
I tried to chase you down
I tried to see how low I could get down to the ground," he snapped out of his "trance" but then looked at me,
"I tried to earn my way,
I tried to change this mind,
You better believe I tried to beat this,
When will this end,
It goes on and on,
Over and over and over again,
Keep spinning around, I know it won't stop,
'Til I step down; from this for good." he drifted off. A tear streaked down his face and stick burned out, leaving us, even more in the dark.
Note: If y'all really love Moulin Rouge fanfics, you need to read "Absinthe Memories" by Hindi Sad Diamonds, I am not so sure if that is the exact title, but, it's one of the greatest fanfics I've ever read. So is "Eternity In A Moment" by Black Tangled Heart.
"Where do you suppose they are taking us to?" Satie asked me as we were being led of by Warner and the rest of the Dukes chronies. They took off my blind fold.
"I simply don't know Satie. But I'm not too worried."
"Why not?" Toulouse asked me quietly.
"My guardian angel, remember?" I grinned happily, as did Doc, but let's face it, he was as drunk as the sky was blue. And today was a good day, by means of he was usually much drunker than today.
"SHUT UP!" the Duke hissed at us.
"Is that all you can say?!" Satie said fiercely. I for one had never heard Satie raise his voice before. The Duke slapped him and one of his rings cut Satie's lip. I looked at Satie questioningly, me and Toulouse did, and in reply,
"Guardian angel, right?" he mouthed theses words as to not draw attention from the Duke. I nodded. Satine, my love, would come and save us from this, this kidnapping. Yes, that that is what it is, Kidnapping.
"You know, Duke," said I, "you're going to get your just deserts, and when you do, I will be there."
"Shut up, you penniless writer! You will get your just deserts, now! And I am here. And I am delting out your just deserts!" the Duke snarled, "And besides, who will give me my just deserts? You? Not now. And who will miss you? Any of you? The fans of your stupid play? Or stupid book? What is this? The Greatest Thing You'll Ever Learn? Stupid title, Probably stupid book." As I was about to reply, Warner threw me into a warehouse with the rest of the Bohos. They closed the door, and we were left in the dark.
"What will they do to us?" Doc asked quite soberly.
"Kill us?" Toulouse said grimly, even his lisp seemed to be gloomy.
"But not before torturing us," the Argentinean cried out.
"Oh, cheer up!" Satie said cheerfully.
"Oh, shut up!" Zidler said, poking fun at Satie.
"Harold?" Toulouse asked.
"Yes, it is me," he replied sadly. Anger was now piercing through me. Zidler! The next thing I knew, My feet pushed off the ground and my whole body was heading towards Zidler's voice. It took about five minutes of utter confusion in the dark to pull me off of him. Shouts from everyone filled the room.
"Calm down, Christian!" Toulouse shouted at the top of his lungs.
"NO!" was my simple reply. The Argentinean took a swing at me but missed and instead punched Zidler in the face, which I did not mind at all one bit. He betrayed us all, telling the Duke, probably all he wanted to know.
"Let me explain!" Zidler shouted a bit groggily, no doubt from the punch he took from the Argentinean.
"Why?" I asked hastily.
"Just listen, Christian." Toulouse begged. I owed Toulouse and the rest, so I did.
"Go ahead." Said I. Toulouse found a long stick on the ground and used Satie's match to burn it, to give us light.
"If shame had a face I think it would kinda look like mine,
I f it had a home would it be my eyes?
Would you believe me if I said I am tired of this,
Now here we go now one more time," then Zidler had a far away look in his eyes, as if he was talking to some long ago, but never forgotten memory,
"I tried to climb your steps,
I tried to chase you down
I tried to see how low I could get down to the ground," he snapped out of his "trance" but then looked at me,
"I tried to earn my way,
I tried to change this mind,
You better believe I tried to beat this,
When will this end,
It goes on and on,
Over and over and over again,
Keep spinning around, I know it won't stop,
'Til I step down; from this for good." he drifted off. A tear streaked down his face and stick burned out, leaving us, even more in the dark.