Chapter twelve: A Surprise "Party"
Christian took the next train into Montmartre. He was looking for somewhere to sit. He kindly asked the train guard to help him find a compartment. He led him into an empty compartment. Quite pleased, Christian took his seat and took out a newspaper to read. In only a few short moments Christian was so buried in his paper he didn't bother to look up at the man who was going to share the compartment with him.
The man entering didn't get a good look at Christian, because Christian was so buried in his paper, that they would carry out a conversation without even looking at each other. When Christian had finished his paper he put it down on the table and turned to the man. He let out a faint gasp. The man didn't notice that he did this because he was asleep. Christian grew quite panicky. If the man woke up Christian would be done for. He couldn't go find another compartment, it was to late in the train ride. Why didn't Christian figure it out before. The Duke was sharing a compartment with him.
The whole rest of the ride The Duke slept and Christian sat there like a piece of stone. He was scared to move a muscle. Right when Christian thought he was going to get home safely, A women came to serve drinks. The Duke was awoken. Christian quickly picked up his paper and covered his face in it.
" Come on don't be a stranger. Stop reading your paper and talk with me some." The Duke said pulling the paper away from his face.
"Dear Duke, what a pleasant surprise!" Christian said trying to suck up.
"Wish I could say the same for you" The Duke answered slyly.
"Uh how may I be of service to you?" Christian asked partially from nervousness and trying to be funny.
"It's to late, you know what I wanted and you took it all away from me." Christian watched with fear as the Duke slowly picked the gun out from it's hiding place in his shoe. Christian looked around for something to defend himself with. He found that the silk fabric that was holding the suitcases up above their head was coming off. Just as the Duke was about to put the trigger Christian pulled on it and all the suitcases fell on top of the Duke. The Duke was knocked out cold. This was Christian's chance to escape.
Christian sneaked out of the compartment and went into the dining hall. He swerved around the people and into the first class car. He opened the door to an occupied compartment.
"Sorry Madame, monsieur." Christian didn't even know why he bothered to apologize the couple in there were kissing so much and so deeply that they probably didn't know Christian was even in there. Christian cracked the door open a little bit and peeked around the corner to see The Duke swiftly coming towards the compartment. He waited until the Duke was close by and then when the Duke had come close enough, Christian powerfully swung the door open knocking the Duke over. Christian jumped over him and started to run back to the compartment with the duke close behind him.
Christian was almost out of the Duke's sight when a guard stopped him in his tracks. Christian tried to plead innocent but the guard made him return to his compartment. The guard also made the Duke return to the compartment as well.
"This isn't finished boy!" The Duke threatened. "When we get to Montmartre, you show where the girl is and I will sweetly reward you."
"Never! If you so much as one finger on Satine, I will kill you myself!"
"Not if I kill you first." The Duke pointed the gun at Christian's head. Christian gulped and began to breathe heavily. Still he would rather die than to have the Duke marry or hurt Satine.
Because of all the commotion, a guard came running into the room. The duke slyly put the gun behind Christian's back and pleaded that everything was alright. Even though the guard was suspicious, she left them to their piece. Fortunately, for Christian, the Duke thought it to risky to kill Christian there so he pointed the gun at Christian's back, where it was out of sight, and forced him to do whatever he wanted. A sigh of relief was left out when they finally reached Montmartre.