Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Moulin Rouge all I do own is
the rights to the any characters I have created in this story. Please don't
send the lawyers after me!!
I'm innocent.I'm blonde and I'm new!!
NB: This is an A/U
Sorry that this has taken so long to appear but I have had a very, hectic life. Its not that I don't love you guys its just that I had suddenly lots of dumb homework and I couldn't get a free moment to myself!
The Windmill turns no more.
~*~ Recap; There was a muffled cry and a low thud as a body hit the floor. Christian looked around himself to find a way out. He had to escape and get help, he knew that whatever this woman knew the duke would get it from her using any means possible. Even if it meant brining her to the edge of death. ~*~
Marie covered her face with her arms and curled up into a tight ball, she knew that if she didn't talk soon the Duke would have her killed. At least then Satine would be safe from the Duke's evil clutches but what about Christian, she hadn't had a chance to speak to him. Then she noticed a young mans face peer round the edge of the stage curtain and gaze at her. It was Christian.
~
Christian gazed out at the woman and the Duke. He watched in horror as the henchman continued to hit the woman. He noticed the woman look up at him and mouth his name, he closed his eyes and quickly hid back behind the curtain for safety. He had to do something that poor woman drew closer to death every time the henchman hit her. Christian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he felt along the stage floor for anything, his hand came across a sand bag. It would have to do as a distraction, enough for the woman to get away. He lifted the sand bag and froze as the sand began to gently fall out of a small hole in its side. Christian slowly stood up making as little noise possible and lifted the sandbag up. He threw it across the stage into the scenery. There was a loud bang and a massive cloud of dust as the scenery fell down. Christian took this moment to run behind the stage and underneath it. He just hoped that the woman used this chance to run away.
~
The loud clattering of the scenery falling over and the dust cloud engulfing the stage surprised both the Duke and his henchman. Marie quickly pulled herself to her feet and ran towards the door, she flung it open and ran out of the Moulin Rouge. The Duke choked and covered his eyes waiting for the dust cloud to disappear. When it finally did he could see his henchman coated like a ghost is thick white dust. His henchman looked at the Duke before pointing at the floor where Maria had once been. The duke sighed and threw his hat at his henchman.
"You fool!! Why didn't you get a hold of her while you had the chance!?!"
The henchman gazed at the floor before picking up the Dukes hat and dusting it off with the sleeve of his jacket. He held the hat out towards the Duke, who snatched it and put it on his head.
"Sorry Duke."
"Whatever caused that . interruption is probably still back there. I advise you go look for it and dispose of it. I am going back to the taxi you have five minutes before I leave."
With that the Duke turned on his heel and walked out of the Moulin Rouge, a trail of dust behind his gently settling after every step. The Henchmen sighed and walked towards the stage cracking his knuckles. ~
Christian crawled along under the stage and looked for the nearest route out. He could hear the footsteps of the approaching henchman and he didn't really want to be found, and as the Duke put it, 'disposed of', he quickly crawled towards the secret trapdoor and pushed it open gently. He looked around and saw nobody was around.
~
Quickly Christian climbed out but forgot to gently close the trap door. It closed with a loud bang. Christian froze and slowly turned round to face the Duke's henchman. They stared at one another for a moment before Christian quickly ran towards the exit. He didn't particularly want to hang around and find out he was going to be disposed of. Christian flung open the Moulin Rouge doors and ran through the courtyard. Behind him he could hear the ever-quickening pace of the henchman as he followed. Christian ran towards the last gates shoving old props and bins over behind him in an attempt to slow the henchman down. Finally Christian got out onto the street and ran for all he was worth down an alleyway opposite. The henchman wasn't behind him, thankfully. Christian darted into what appeared to be an old abandoned bar. He could hear music from upstairs, music, which he recognised from a long time ago. He made his way up the stairs and pushed open the door. Inside stood five people around an old piano, which was slightly out of tune. One of the people around the piano was a dwarf wearing a top hat and a scarf, he had a lisp and was drinking a green liquid from a shot glass. The dwarf looked up mid song and froze. Chrisitan gazed around the rom and started to back out.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude. I'll be going now."
"Chwistian??.Chwistian my deaw boy!"
The dwarf began to hobble towards him laughing and repeating his name. Christian gazed down at the dwarf and looked at him. The face seemed so very similar.
"Do I know you?"
"Chwistian it's me! Toulouse!!!"
That's all for now folks!
NB: This is an A/U
Sorry that this has taken so long to appear but I have had a very, hectic life. Its not that I don't love you guys its just that I had suddenly lots of dumb homework and I couldn't get a free moment to myself!
The Windmill turns no more.
~*~ Recap; There was a muffled cry and a low thud as a body hit the floor. Christian looked around himself to find a way out. He had to escape and get help, he knew that whatever this woman knew the duke would get it from her using any means possible. Even if it meant brining her to the edge of death. ~*~
Marie covered her face with her arms and curled up into a tight ball, she knew that if she didn't talk soon the Duke would have her killed. At least then Satine would be safe from the Duke's evil clutches but what about Christian, she hadn't had a chance to speak to him. Then she noticed a young mans face peer round the edge of the stage curtain and gaze at her. It was Christian.
~
Christian gazed out at the woman and the Duke. He watched in horror as the henchman continued to hit the woman. He noticed the woman look up at him and mouth his name, he closed his eyes and quickly hid back behind the curtain for safety. He had to do something that poor woman drew closer to death every time the henchman hit her. Christian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he felt along the stage floor for anything, his hand came across a sand bag. It would have to do as a distraction, enough for the woman to get away. He lifted the sand bag and froze as the sand began to gently fall out of a small hole in its side. Christian slowly stood up making as little noise possible and lifted the sandbag up. He threw it across the stage into the scenery. There was a loud bang and a massive cloud of dust as the scenery fell down. Christian took this moment to run behind the stage and underneath it. He just hoped that the woman used this chance to run away.
~
The loud clattering of the scenery falling over and the dust cloud engulfing the stage surprised both the Duke and his henchman. Marie quickly pulled herself to her feet and ran towards the door, she flung it open and ran out of the Moulin Rouge. The Duke choked and covered his eyes waiting for the dust cloud to disappear. When it finally did he could see his henchman coated like a ghost is thick white dust. His henchman looked at the Duke before pointing at the floor where Maria had once been. The duke sighed and threw his hat at his henchman.
"You fool!! Why didn't you get a hold of her while you had the chance!?!"
The henchman gazed at the floor before picking up the Dukes hat and dusting it off with the sleeve of his jacket. He held the hat out towards the Duke, who snatched it and put it on his head.
"Sorry Duke."
"Whatever caused that . interruption is probably still back there. I advise you go look for it and dispose of it. I am going back to the taxi you have five minutes before I leave."
With that the Duke turned on his heel and walked out of the Moulin Rouge, a trail of dust behind his gently settling after every step. The Henchmen sighed and walked towards the stage cracking his knuckles. ~
Christian crawled along under the stage and looked for the nearest route out. He could hear the footsteps of the approaching henchman and he didn't really want to be found, and as the Duke put it, 'disposed of', he quickly crawled towards the secret trapdoor and pushed it open gently. He looked around and saw nobody was around.
~
Quickly Christian climbed out but forgot to gently close the trap door. It closed with a loud bang. Christian froze and slowly turned round to face the Duke's henchman. They stared at one another for a moment before Christian quickly ran towards the exit. He didn't particularly want to hang around and find out he was going to be disposed of. Christian flung open the Moulin Rouge doors and ran through the courtyard. Behind him he could hear the ever-quickening pace of the henchman as he followed. Christian ran towards the last gates shoving old props and bins over behind him in an attempt to slow the henchman down. Finally Christian got out onto the street and ran for all he was worth down an alleyway opposite. The henchman wasn't behind him, thankfully. Christian darted into what appeared to be an old abandoned bar. He could hear music from upstairs, music, which he recognised from a long time ago. He made his way up the stairs and pushed open the door. Inside stood five people around an old piano, which was slightly out of tune. One of the people around the piano was a dwarf wearing a top hat and a scarf, he had a lisp and was drinking a green liquid from a shot glass. The dwarf looked up mid song and froze. Chrisitan gazed around the rom and started to back out.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude. I'll be going now."
"Chwistian??.Chwistian my deaw boy!"
The dwarf began to hobble towards him laughing and repeating his name. Christian gazed down at the dwarf and looked at him. The face seemed so very similar.
"Do I know you?"
"Chwistian it's me! Toulouse!!!"
That's all for now folks!