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myself. Boo frickety hoo!
Christian walked home, rather slowly. He was trying to remember all the good times he had with Paul. So he could keep happy memories of him.
He was so lost in his thoughts and memories that he didn't look where he was going, and he fell off the kerb. He hit his head on the hard, cobbled road. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, rubbing his sore head.
"Watch out!" yelled a woman's voice. Christian turned around just in time to spot the taxi approaching him and jump out of the way. He staggered on the pavement and fell into a man.
"Sorry" he apologised, straitening his coat and looking up to see whom he had bumped into. But he was greeted with an unpleasant sight. There, standing in front of him, wearing a look as though he had a nasty smell under his nose was the Duke.
"You.." stuttered Christian, stepping back and falling over again. He quickly got up, looking around for Warner-wherever the Duke was, Warner was not far away. Sure enough, Warner stepped out of the shop behind the Duke.
Christian tried to run but Warner grabbed him and pinned him up against the wall. A crowd started to form around the fight, and exited whispers were passing through it.
"You can't win this time" smirked the Duke, signalling for Warner to let Christian go. But Christian had already had enough. He went straight for the Duke and smashed his rodent-like face in with his fist. "You may have a lot of money, but you can't give Satine love, like I can. You can't have her!" he yelled.
He pulled the Duke up and punched him again. The crowed gasped as the Duke staggered backwards, clutching his face. He suddenly lunged forward, knocking Christian to the floor and landing on top of him.
The two men wrestled, finishing with each other's hands on each other's necks. The Duke was on top, so Christian took this as an advantage and kneed him in the balls.
The Duke winced in pain and rolled over. Christian got up, quickly followed by the Duke. Christian threw a punch and caught the Duke on the jaw. The Duke retaliated and hit Christian. He hit the Duke twice as hard, sending him flying backwards.
The Duke staggered back onto the road, but quickly recovered and stepped back onto the pavement, only to be greeted with another punch from Christian.
He fell back onto the road, but didn't get up quickly enough. Before anyone could do anything, he was hit and instantly killed by a truck driving at 70 miles an hour.
The crowed moved to the road, whispering with gob-smacked looks on their faces. Christian looked at the Duke, and raised his hand to his mouth. He was speechless. He was so convinced that it was his fault that he slumped down to the ground with his face in his hands.
"It wasn't your fault, dearie," said a kind faced old woman, rubbing Christian's shoulder, "He started the fight, not you"
"Your right" muttered Christian. He got up and walked over to the Duke's limp body. "Even you didn't deserve this" he said, "Maybe you will be happier now"
And with that, he walked home to tell Satine about his eventful day.
Sorry for the short chappie, but I really wanted to kill the Duke-hardly anyone does! Thanks for all the reviews! I am soooooooooo happy! I may still kill myself if you don't review though!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Christian walked home, rather slowly. He was trying to remember all the good times he had with Paul. So he could keep happy memories of him.
He was so lost in his thoughts and memories that he didn't look where he was going, and he fell off the kerb. He hit his head on the hard, cobbled road. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, rubbing his sore head.
"Watch out!" yelled a woman's voice. Christian turned around just in time to spot the taxi approaching him and jump out of the way. He staggered on the pavement and fell into a man.
"Sorry" he apologised, straitening his coat and looking up to see whom he had bumped into. But he was greeted with an unpleasant sight. There, standing in front of him, wearing a look as though he had a nasty smell under his nose was the Duke.
"You.." stuttered Christian, stepping back and falling over again. He quickly got up, looking around for Warner-wherever the Duke was, Warner was not far away. Sure enough, Warner stepped out of the shop behind the Duke.
Christian tried to run but Warner grabbed him and pinned him up against the wall. A crowd started to form around the fight, and exited whispers were passing through it.
"You can't win this time" smirked the Duke, signalling for Warner to let Christian go. But Christian had already had enough. He went straight for the Duke and smashed his rodent-like face in with his fist. "You may have a lot of money, but you can't give Satine love, like I can. You can't have her!" he yelled.
He pulled the Duke up and punched him again. The crowed gasped as the Duke staggered backwards, clutching his face. He suddenly lunged forward, knocking Christian to the floor and landing on top of him.
The two men wrestled, finishing with each other's hands on each other's necks. The Duke was on top, so Christian took this as an advantage and kneed him in the balls.
The Duke winced in pain and rolled over. Christian got up, quickly followed by the Duke. Christian threw a punch and caught the Duke on the jaw. The Duke retaliated and hit Christian. He hit the Duke twice as hard, sending him flying backwards.
The Duke staggered back onto the road, but quickly recovered and stepped back onto the pavement, only to be greeted with another punch from Christian.
He fell back onto the road, but didn't get up quickly enough. Before anyone could do anything, he was hit and instantly killed by a truck driving at 70 miles an hour.
The crowed moved to the road, whispering with gob-smacked looks on their faces. Christian looked at the Duke, and raised his hand to his mouth. He was speechless. He was so convinced that it was his fault that he slumped down to the ground with his face in his hands.
"It wasn't your fault, dearie," said a kind faced old woman, rubbing Christian's shoulder, "He started the fight, not you"
"Your right" muttered Christian. He got up and walked over to the Duke's limp body. "Even you didn't deserve this" he said, "Maybe you will be happier now"
And with that, he walked home to tell Satine about his eventful day.
Sorry for the short chappie, but I really wanted to kill the Duke-hardly anyone does! Thanks for all the reviews! I am soooooooooo happy! I may still kill myself if you don't review though!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
