8. I REMEMBER
"Satine!" John cried and rushed toward her, taking her head.
"What." Christian started and then everything arranged in front of his eyes. "Oh God, you both."
"Chris, it's not time for that. Help me, please."
Christian went to his friend and they placed the fainted Satine on the bed. Then he turned to John and told him with arising anger.
"I think you owe me an explanation."
"Listen, I'm sorry." The artist uttered and locked fingers together. "If I knew that she is your beloved, I would never even touch her. You must believe me.
"Believe you?" The young man glared at him on the verge of bursting. "You had seduced one woman with no memories, you had used her in the most disgusting way I could ever imagine. How long did it take, John?"
"That's not true! All I wanted was to help her. I didn't plan to fall in love with Satine."
"Love? Do you know the meaning of this word?"
"Shut up! What do you know? Why did you leave her like this? Do you know how was she looking, when I found her? Where have you been, Christian?"
"If I had been able to do anything, I would come and get her out of your lustful arms. Why did you do that, John? You were my best friend."
"And I still am, don't you realize that? How could I know who is she?"
"Please! Stop!" A weak voice crossed the angry talking. Satine had regained consciousness and was watching them. "Don't scold right now."
"Satine, are you all right?" Christian asked kneeling close to her.
"I remember now! Everything cleared in my mind when I saw you, Christian. The Moulin Rouge, our meeting and secret love, the Duke, the reveal, the morning I told you I didn't love you and then the opening night. Oh and our return to London. You died." She started crying.
"Please, darling, calm down. I'm here."
"Will you both explain me what's going on here?" John asked twice more puzzled and confused than ever. "You can think I'm the most evil person in the world, but I don't understand even a word of what you are telling."
"He." Satine started without looking them into the eyes. "Christian is my lover, John." "Oh, that's perfectly clear." He said with bitterness. "He told me everything until the moment of reveal. Then a lot of thing brought into light and there was no chance to understand the end of the story."
"It's quite simple. The Duke found out too and Satine had to sleep with him not to break everything. But she couldn't do that and we both decided to escape. Rather ironic, isn't it? In the morning she came back telling me that all the love between us was a lie." Christian clenched teeth, lost ability to talk of the jealousy and anger in him.
"But he returned on the opening night in the end of the play to pay me for this." Satine kept on the tale. "I. I just couldn't stand on this pain and the loss of love. So I crossed all the lies and fear and asked him to forgive me. Everything seems completely perfect. But it wasn't. We decide to come back in London because we were afraid of the Duke's people. If we only knew. *** Satine and Christian disembarked from the ship, holding each other arm. They were happier than ever, joined in their love, happy and free of everything. Obligations, prejudices and past life. The couple was coming back in England to start their new life again. They would stay in Paris, but it was still dangerous there and everything reminded horrible the past.
The young woman smiled at him while they were walking toward the port and kissed him again, without ability to keep her emotions. Christian felt in the same way, so they stop for a moment to enjoy the love and happiness. Now they would have each other for the rest of their life. Forever.
"Oh, I'm sorry I have to stop you, my dear lovebirds, but you have to face your destiny." Greasy familiar voice sounded. They separated and looked at the rat-faced man with small eyes and sinister smile. "Finally you are here, caught in my trap."
Satine cried quietly and pressed tightly to Christian. The Duke! What was he doing there?
"How did you understand."
". where are you two going? Oh, penniless musician. You still can't realize how powerful I am! It was a matter of time. It all is meaningless now."
"Leave us alone!" Satine shouted ready to tear his eyes.
"No one can leave me, sweetheart. You are no exception of that rule."
In the next few minutes everything happened so fast. The Duke threw himself to the couple and pushed Satine away, pulling out a gun. He and Christian started fighting and the pistol would shoot every moment. The young woman screamed at them to stop. Soon a gunshot shook the calm night air. Thick red blood started running between the two men. The expression on the Duke's nasty face changed and he fell on the ground. Christian got up and looked at the corpse with loathing. He turned his back and directed to Satine.
Suddenly a shoot was heard behind his back and before the young man could realize, he fell unconscious and bleeding. Reclining the nobleman fired with last forces. All the hatred and anger fulfil Satine's heart and she rushed toward this disgusting, dirty rat. She wanted to be sure he is dead and kicked him as hard she could. The Duke fell in the dark, cold water and didn't came on the surface. Her excitement took short time. Satine ran to Christian, who wasn't moving, all covered with blood. The hysteria started entrancing her.
"Somebody helps!!!!!" She screamed as loudly as she could. "Come here, fast, he will die."
"Satine!" John cried and rushed toward her, taking her head.
"What." Christian started and then everything arranged in front of his eyes. "Oh God, you both."
"Chris, it's not time for that. Help me, please."
Christian went to his friend and they placed the fainted Satine on the bed. Then he turned to John and told him with arising anger.
"I think you owe me an explanation."
"Listen, I'm sorry." The artist uttered and locked fingers together. "If I knew that she is your beloved, I would never even touch her. You must believe me.
"Believe you?" The young man glared at him on the verge of bursting. "You had seduced one woman with no memories, you had used her in the most disgusting way I could ever imagine. How long did it take, John?"
"That's not true! All I wanted was to help her. I didn't plan to fall in love with Satine."
"Love? Do you know the meaning of this word?"
"Shut up! What do you know? Why did you leave her like this? Do you know how was she looking, when I found her? Where have you been, Christian?"
"If I had been able to do anything, I would come and get her out of your lustful arms. Why did you do that, John? You were my best friend."
"And I still am, don't you realize that? How could I know who is she?"
"Please! Stop!" A weak voice crossed the angry talking. Satine had regained consciousness and was watching them. "Don't scold right now."
"Satine, are you all right?" Christian asked kneeling close to her.
"I remember now! Everything cleared in my mind when I saw you, Christian. The Moulin Rouge, our meeting and secret love, the Duke, the reveal, the morning I told you I didn't love you and then the opening night. Oh and our return to London. You died." She started crying.
"Please, darling, calm down. I'm here."
"Will you both explain me what's going on here?" John asked twice more puzzled and confused than ever. "You can think I'm the most evil person in the world, but I don't understand even a word of what you are telling."
"He." Satine started without looking them into the eyes. "Christian is my lover, John." "Oh, that's perfectly clear." He said with bitterness. "He told me everything until the moment of reveal. Then a lot of thing brought into light and there was no chance to understand the end of the story."
"It's quite simple. The Duke found out too and Satine had to sleep with him not to break everything. But she couldn't do that and we both decided to escape. Rather ironic, isn't it? In the morning she came back telling me that all the love between us was a lie." Christian clenched teeth, lost ability to talk of the jealousy and anger in him.
"But he returned on the opening night in the end of the play to pay me for this." Satine kept on the tale. "I. I just couldn't stand on this pain and the loss of love. So I crossed all the lies and fear and asked him to forgive me. Everything seems completely perfect. But it wasn't. We decide to come back in London because we were afraid of the Duke's people. If we only knew. *** Satine and Christian disembarked from the ship, holding each other arm. They were happier than ever, joined in their love, happy and free of everything. Obligations, prejudices and past life. The couple was coming back in England to start their new life again. They would stay in Paris, but it was still dangerous there and everything reminded horrible the past.
The young woman smiled at him while they were walking toward the port and kissed him again, without ability to keep her emotions. Christian felt in the same way, so they stop for a moment to enjoy the love and happiness. Now they would have each other for the rest of their life. Forever.
"Oh, I'm sorry I have to stop you, my dear lovebirds, but you have to face your destiny." Greasy familiar voice sounded. They separated and looked at the rat-faced man with small eyes and sinister smile. "Finally you are here, caught in my trap."
Satine cried quietly and pressed tightly to Christian. The Duke! What was he doing there?
"How did you understand."
". where are you two going? Oh, penniless musician. You still can't realize how powerful I am! It was a matter of time. It all is meaningless now."
"Leave us alone!" Satine shouted ready to tear his eyes.
"No one can leave me, sweetheart. You are no exception of that rule."
In the next few minutes everything happened so fast. The Duke threw himself to the couple and pushed Satine away, pulling out a gun. He and Christian started fighting and the pistol would shoot every moment. The young woman screamed at them to stop. Soon a gunshot shook the calm night air. Thick red blood started running between the two men. The expression on the Duke's nasty face changed and he fell on the ground. Christian got up and looked at the corpse with loathing. He turned his back and directed to Satine.
Suddenly a shoot was heard behind his back and before the young man could realize, he fell unconscious and bleeding. Reclining the nobleman fired with last forces. All the hatred and anger fulfil Satine's heart and she rushed toward this disgusting, dirty rat. She wanted to be sure he is dead and kicked him as hard she could. The Duke fell in the dark, cold water and didn't came on the surface. Her excitement took short time. Satine ran to Christian, who wasn't moving, all covered with blood. The hysteria started entrancing her.
"Somebody helps!!!!!" She screamed as loudly as she could. "Come here, fast, he will die."