A/N: Hey, hey readers! Have I mentioned how much I love you guys? Well,
here's another chapter - please review when you finish. :o)
WARNING: Usage of the "F word" in this chapter as a curse word, but it's used in a comical context. If you will be offended, I would advise you not to read this.
CHAPTER 10
Christian peeked over the edge and winced, seeing his father smooshed into the ground. As evil as he was, he was still his father. Christian's expression softened as he began to reminisce about good times with his father.
A white, fluffy thought cloud appeared over his head. It was an image of he and his smiling father some 20 years back eating ice cream on the porch.
Christian: (in thought) "We used to share ice cream together on hot, sunny days . . . no . . . wait a minute. He took my ice cream away and poked at my fat."
The image of his happy father suddenly grinned wickedly and snatched away the ice cream, then poked Christian in the stomach, jeering at him. Little Christian began to cry.
Christian shook this from his mind and tried to conjure up another happy thought. This time there was a happy little Christian sitting on a shiny, red bicycle.
Christian: (in thought again) "There was that time he gave me my first bike . . . oh, wait . . . he smashed it up with his sledge hammer when I accidentally wet the bed."
As if just having read his cue, Christian's father began to destroy his bicycle with a giant sledge hammer, a look of pure malice on his face.
Christian: (desperately) "Well, at least he was nice to my old girlfriend."
Christian's first girlfriend appeared in his thought cloud, but then Christian's father came sneaking in the room and started making out with the girl.
Christian: "AHHH! The damn bastard deserved it! Deserved it, you hear?"
Argentinean: (from far away) "Holla, holla!"
Christian looked down to see that barely a foot away from the mess was the Argentinean, in shock.
Christian yelled down to the Argentinean . . .
Christian: "Argentinean! Satine's not here! Where can I find her?"
The Argentinean frowned. Didn't Christian ever stop thinking about that red headed giraffe?
Argentinean: "What's that you say? Why, yes, Christian! I'm okay. Sure, I was nearly flattened like a pancake by your plummeting father. I was so close to death that I could have had a cup of tea with the Maker. I almost died painfully and tragically, but, YES! I'M OOOOO-KAY! THANKS FOR ASKING BITCH!"
The Argentinean gasped as a loud, high-pitched wail escaped his lips. He covered his mouth with a dainty hand and ran away, crying.
Christian: "What's his problem?"
Now, Christian was all on his own. He had to find Satine before it was too late! She and the Duke might even be married already, he had no idea what to expect when he found her. He just knew he had to find her.
He ran into the busy street. People were walking everywhere. He ran through the crowd, frantically trying to find out where the Duke lived.
Christian: "Do you know where the Duke of Monroth lives?"
Passerby: "No, sorry."
Christian: "How about you? Do you know where the Duke of Monroth lives?"
Other Passerby: "Nope."
Christian: "Hello - I'm trying to find the Duke of Monroth!"
Another Passerby: "Can't help ya."
Christian pulled on his hair in frustration and suddenly felt dizzy from all the people passing by. They were all useless!
Christian: "DOES ANYBODY FUCKING KNOW WHERE THE FUCKING DUKE OF FUCKING MONROTH FUCKING LIVES?!?!?!?!?!"
The mass of people stopped in their tracks and gaped at Christian. People gasped in astonishment, mothers covered their children's ears, truck drivers were insulted, truck driver's mothers were even disgusted.
Man: "You kiss your mother and father with that mouth?"
Christian: "No, I kissed my father's ass goodbye before I threw him off an Elephant."
The Voice That Always Directs a Crowd's Actions: "He's crazy! C'mon let's get him!"
Lots of "Yeah!"'s were heard and nods of approval were seen as the crowd began to close in on Christian. Christian gulped and raced away. They angry mob followed him in a hot pursuit as he tried to lose them.
He soon realized the neighborhood he was running in was very familiar. It was his old neighborhood! He could not think of a better idea than to run to Toulouse's and hide there.
Christian slammed the door to the apartment entrance and hid behind the wall as the mob could be seen running by outside through the glass door. Christian sighed with relief and then realized that the Land Lady was eying him suspiciously.
Land Lady: "Haven't I seen you before?"
Christian: "W-who? Me? No, no! Just here to, ah, visit a friend."
The Land Lady watched him carefully as he hastened up the stairs to the top floor where Toulouse's garret was. He knocked on the door and as soon as Toulouse opened the door, Christian slithered his way in.
Toulouse: "Cwistian! I thought you wewe in pwison?"
Christian: (in a hushed whisper) "Me and the Argentinean escaped."
Toulouse nodded knowingly and lowered his voice as well.
Toulouse: "Whewe isth the Awgentinean?"
Christian: "He's around here somewhere . . . Look, Toulouse. I don't mean to be rude, but I need to find Satine. Is she staying with the Duke?"
Toulouse looked surprised.
Toulouse: "Didn't you know, Cwistian? Satine moved into your owd gawwet!"
A/N: Thank you so much for reading this. Really, you don't know how happy you reviewers make me!
Kellyanne - Yeah, I'm sad to see it coming to an end too. Anne Parkington - Who knows if Christian will discover Mr. Dick's true identity? Lol!
DISCLAIMER: See other disclaimers in previous chapters.
WARNING: Usage of the "F word" in this chapter as a curse word, but it's used in a comical context. If you will be offended, I would advise you not to read this.
CHAPTER 10
Christian peeked over the edge and winced, seeing his father smooshed into the ground. As evil as he was, he was still his father. Christian's expression softened as he began to reminisce about good times with his father.
A white, fluffy thought cloud appeared over his head. It was an image of he and his smiling father some 20 years back eating ice cream on the porch.
Christian: (in thought) "We used to share ice cream together on hot, sunny days . . . no . . . wait a minute. He took my ice cream away and poked at my fat."
The image of his happy father suddenly grinned wickedly and snatched away the ice cream, then poked Christian in the stomach, jeering at him. Little Christian began to cry.
Christian shook this from his mind and tried to conjure up another happy thought. This time there was a happy little Christian sitting on a shiny, red bicycle.
Christian: (in thought again) "There was that time he gave me my first bike . . . oh, wait . . . he smashed it up with his sledge hammer when I accidentally wet the bed."
As if just having read his cue, Christian's father began to destroy his bicycle with a giant sledge hammer, a look of pure malice on his face.
Christian: (desperately) "Well, at least he was nice to my old girlfriend."
Christian's first girlfriend appeared in his thought cloud, but then Christian's father came sneaking in the room and started making out with the girl.
Christian: "AHHH! The damn bastard deserved it! Deserved it, you hear?"
Argentinean: (from far away) "Holla, holla!"
Christian looked down to see that barely a foot away from the mess was the Argentinean, in shock.
Christian yelled down to the Argentinean . . .
Christian: "Argentinean! Satine's not here! Where can I find her?"
The Argentinean frowned. Didn't Christian ever stop thinking about that red headed giraffe?
Argentinean: "What's that you say? Why, yes, Christian! I'm okay. Sure, I was nearly flattened like a pancake by your plummeting father. I was so close to death that I could have had a cup of tea with the Maker. I almost died painfully and tragically, but, YES! I'M OOOOO-KAY! THANKS FOR ASKING BITCH!"
The Argentinean gasped as a loud, high-pitched wail escaped his lips. He covered his mouth with a dainty hand and ran away, crying.
Christian: "What's his problem?"
Now, Christian was all on his own. He had to find Satine before it was too late! She and the Duke might even be married already, he had no idea what to expect when he found her. He just knew he had to find her.
He ran into the busy street. People were walking everywhere. He ran through the crowd, frantically trying to find out where the Duke lived.
Christian: "Do you know where the Duke of Monroth lives?"
Passerby: "No, sorry."
Christian: "How about you? Do you know where the Duke of Monroth lives?"
Other Passerby: "Nope."
Christian: "Hello - I'm trying to find the Duke of Monroth!"
Another Passerby: "Can't help ya."
Christian pulled on his hair in frustration and suddenly felt dizzy from all the people passing by. They were all useless!
Christian: "DOES ANYBODY FUCKING KNOW WHERE THE FUCKING DUKE OF FUCKING MONROTH FUCKING LIVES?!?!?!?!?!"
The mass of people stopped in their tracks and gaped at Christian. People gasped in astonishment, mothers covered their children's ears, truck drivers were insulted, truck driver's mothers were even disgusted.
Man: "You kiss your mother and father with that mouth?"
Christian: "No, I kissed my father's ass goodbye before I threw him off an Elephant."
The Voice That Always Directs a Crowd's Actions: "He's crazy! C'mon let's get him!"
Lots of "Yeah!"'s were heard and nods of approval were seen as the crowd began to close in on Christian. Christian gulped and raced away. They angry mob followed him in a hot pursuit as he tried to lose them.
He soon realized the neighborhood he was running in was very familiar. It was his old neighborhood! He could not think of a better idea than to run to Toulouse's and hide there.
Christian slammed the door to the apartment entrance and hid behind the wall as the mob could be seen running by outside through the glass door. Christian sighed with relief and then realized that the Land Lady was eying him suspiciously.
Land Lady: "Haven't I seen you before?"
Christian: "W-who? Me? No, no! Just here to, ah, visit a friend."
The Land Lady watched him carefully as he hastened up the stairs to the top floor where Toulouse's garret was. He knocked on the door and as soon as Toulouse opened the door, Christian slithered his way in.
Toulouse: "Cwistian! I thought you wewe in pwison?"
Christian: (in a hushed whisper) "Me and the Argentinean escaped."
Toulouse nodded knowingly and lowered his voice as well.
Toulouse: "Whewe isth the Awgentinean?"
Christian: "He's around here somewhere . . . Look, Toulouse. I don't mean to be rude, but I need to find Satine. Is she staying with the Duke?"
Toulouse looked surprised.
Toulouse: "Didn't you know, Cwistian? Satine moved into your owd gawwet!"
A/N: Thank you so much for reading this. Really, you don't know how happy you reviewers make me!
Kellyanne - Yeah, I'm sad to see it coming to an end too. Anne Parkington - Who knows if Christian will discover Mr. Dick's true identity? Lol!
DISCLAIMER: See other disclaimers in previous chapters.