DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, Moulin Rouge! and other related items, belong to
not myself, but to Baz Luhrmann, Craig Pearce and 20th Century Fox.sigh.Oh,
and neither do "Crawling"(Linkin Park) and "Somewhere Beyond the Sea"(Ewan
McGregor.okay, so someone else sang it originally, but he did sing it in "A
Life Less Ordinary" with Cameron Diaz, so, I don't know who sang it
originally, but muchly, I don't care.; "A Life Less Ordinary")
Chapter 8: "Sebastian And Elmer" / "Anger Management Classes"
"Oh, Christian, I am so sorry that I told the Duke where you lived." Zidler said through the dark.
"I suppose you think that that song struck some sort of sentimental chord in my heart? Well, Zidler, it didn't." I felt so angry. How dare he! He kept Satine's condition a secret for 'the show must go on'. No sentiment was in my heart for him. None.
"Crawling in my skin!
These wounds, they will not heal!
Fear is how I fall," I sang out.
Forgiveness was something I could not give him. Angry scowls, oh yes, in- fact I gave him mounds of that for the next 10 minutes or so! It was in the dark, but I believe he felt a few of them, at the least. I would have given him more, but Warner opened the door and the light, though not so bright, seared through my eyes. Before I knew it, I was up on my feet, hopping towards the exit. (My feet were tied.) I looked back at the bohemians. Bruised, beaten and blinded bohemians they were. I sighed, if only 'my guardian angel' saved us from being the Duke's 'guests' as he called it. That was when doubt started creeping through to my mind. Maybe it was all just a coincidence?
"Confusing what is real." I whispered.
~*~
I was face to face with the Duke. My hands and feet still tied, but I stood tall.
"So, Sebastian," I looked at the Duke with utter confusion, Sebastian? "Here is your story. Your stupid story."
"Have you read it?" I asked. Did he know now about Satine?
"No. I do not wish to waste my time reading nonsense."
"Yet," I started, "you wish to waste your time kidnapping innocent people?" Blood rose up to his face. Again, a tomato with a rat on top. I stifled a laugh.
"I noticed, in your 'humble abode'," he took a second to get himself together, "that she was not there. Well, where is she?"
"Who?" was my reply.
"You know bally well 'who'!" he was shaking furiously, "She! The girl! Where is she, Sebastian!"
"Sebastian?" I looked at him with hate. He didn't even have the decency to get my name right.
"You heard me, SEBASTIAN!" he was mightily angry, but it seemed he thought he was being quite clever by irritating me by saying my "name". I looked at him with disbelief.
"Sebastian?" I asked again. I thought for a moment, he looked like an
"Elmer," I said slowly. He looked at me appalled.
"Elmer?!" he shouted, I swear, he needs to take anger management classes.
"Yes, Elmer," I said.
"Sebastian," he really did not get that that was not my name, "what the bloody hell are you talking about?" Elmer, I mean the Duke asked, trying his best to be polite, I guess he doesn't need anger management classes as much as I thought he needed it.
"She's," I started, "somewhere." He looked at me to go on, so I started to sing,
"Somewhere,
Beyond the sea,
She's there waiting for me," the Duke sharpened his scowl and gaze at me, as if daring me to continue.
*Note: I'll most probably continue the song to the next chapter, but I have to get the rest of the lyrics, otherwise, I would have finished the song here. I had this chapter for sooo long, but my computer is a bit buggy.wouldn't let me get on the web.
Chapter 8: "Sebastian And Elmer" / "Anger Management Classes"
"Oh, Christian, I am so sorry that I told the Duke where you lived." Zidler said through the dark.
"I suppose you think that that song struck some sort of sentimental chord in my heart? Well, Zidler, it didn't." I felt so angry. How dare he! He kept Satine's condition a secret for 'the show must go on'. No sentiment was in my heart for him. None.
"Crawling in my skin!
These wounds, they will not heal!
Fear is how I fall," I sang out.
Forgiveness was something I could not give him. Angry scowls, oh yes, in- fact I gave him mounds of that for the next 10 minutes or so! It was in the dark, but I believe he felt a few of them, at the least. I would have given him more, but Warner opened the door and the light, though not so bright, seared through my eyes. Before I knew it, I was up on my feet, hopping towards the exit. (My feet were tied.) I looked back at the bohemians. Bruised, beaten and blinded bohemians they were. I sighed, if only 'my guardian angel' saved us from being the Duke's 'guests' as he called it. That was when doubt started creeping through to my mind. Maybe it was all just a coincidence?
"Confusing what is real." I whispered.
~*~
I was face to face with the Duke. My hands and feet still tied, but I stood tall.
"So, Sebastian," I looked at the Duke with utter confusion, Sebastian? "Here is your story. Your stupid story."
"Have you read it?" I asked. Did he know now about Satine?
"No. I do not wish to waste my time reading nonsense."
"Yet," I started, "you wish to waste your time kidnapping innocent people?" Blood rose up to his face. Again, a tomato with a rat on top. I stifled a laugh.
"I noticed, in your 'humble abode'," he took a second to get himself together, "that she was not there. Well, where is she?"
"Who?" was my reply.
"You know bally well 'who'!" he was shaking furiously, "She! The girl! Where is she, Sebastian!"
"Sebastian?" I looked at him with hate. He didn't even have the decency to get my name right.
"You heard me, SEBASTIAN!" he was mightily angry, but it seemed he thought he was being quite clever by irritating me by saying my "name". I looked at him with disbelief.
"Sebastian?" I asked again. I thought for a moment, he looked like an
"Elmer," I said slowly. He looked at me appalled.
"Elmer?!" he shouted, I swear, he needs to take anger management classes.
"Yes, Elmer," I said.
"Sebastian," he really did not get that that was not my name, "what the bloody hell are you talking about?" Elmer, I mean the Duke asked, trying his best to be polite, I guess he doesn't need anger management classes as much as I thought he needed it.
"She's," I started, "somewhere." He looked at me to go on, so I started to sing,
"Somewhere,
Beyond the sea,
She's there waiting for me," the Duke sharpened his scowl and gaze at me, as if daring me to continue.
*Note: I'll most probably continue the song to the next chapter, but I have to get the rest of the lyrics, otherwise, I would have finished the song here. I had this chapter for sooo long, but my computer is a bit buggy.wouldn't let me get on the web.