Chapter TWO
Satine ran as fast as her legs could carry her to Christian's garret. She sprinted up the stairs and into Christian's room. Only to find it empty. Everything was cleared out. The hole in the ceiling patched up once again.
Satine panicked. She thought "Where could he be?! I know!! I can go to TOULOUSE!"
She ran upstairs to Toulouse's room to find him cooking. "TOULOUSE!!!" she screamed!
Toulouse stared, his face pale and his eyes wide with terror "IT'S A GHOST!!!!"
"NO, nono! Toulouse! It's me. SATINE" Satine panted from how tired she was from running up the stairs "I'm ALIVE!!"
"What?! You DIED you died right after 'Spectacular Spectacular ended! You died in Christian's arms!!! You can't be ALIVE . I SAW THIS WITH MY OWN EYES!" said Toulouse with his signature lisp.
"I'll explain to you later! Where's Christian?!"
"He. he j-just left Satine. around. five to ten minutes ago. He's heading to the train station, he's going home to London, and he's given up on the Bohemian Revolution. You better go find him, and fast. he's leaving . he's going back to London!" a startled and confused Toulouse replied, still not quite recovering from his initial shock "Wait. I'll go with you. COMON!"
A stunned Satine stood. But was dragged out of the garret by Toulouse, in search of Christian, Toulouse stood for every part of the Bohemian ideas, but mostly love. seeing that there's still a chance of Christian and Satine being together... not in love himself, he'd do anything to get them back together.
To people wandering on the street, this must have been an odd sight, a determined midget, with an apron on dragging behind him a young beautiful woman with a suitcase, and a fairly large bag. All Satine could think about was Christian. His eyes, his smile, and. how much he loved her. and.
"COMON!!! We're almost there! Christian's train leaves in 20 minutes!" Yelled Toulouse, interrupting Satine's daydream.
Snapping back to reality, Satine ran towards the nearby train station. but was slowed by a hacking cough that she attempted to suppress, with no success. and fell to the ground, coughing up blood.
"Satine! Look I think I see.. SATINE?! Are you ok?!" Toulouse screamed, he wanted to help the girl, but had no idea how, he never got much education, he only knew enough to sustain him, and had no idea how to help the consumption.
Satine's hands fumbled through the large bag looking for some sort of temporary relief, finally found the medicine and poured a bit down her throat. Her cough stopped within a minute.
After a few minutes, Satine regained composure, got off the ground and ran into the train station looking for her Christian.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* truth * * beauty * * freedom * * love *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Christian stood in the train station looking back at Montmarte for the last time, he couldn't stay in this place any longer without Satine. From here, he could still see the big, red, windmill, the Moulin Rouge, where Satine had died in his arms. His garret, where they'd "rehearse" 'Spectacular Spectacular' and Toulouse would pop his head into the room saying the most random things. The elephant where he and Satine had shared their first kiss... and what happened afterwards still brought a smile to his lips. All this brought tears to his eyes. he couldn't stand being away from Satine, he now couldn't write, he couldn't look at anything without thinking about Satine, his world revolves around her. but now that she's gone, it seemed to drift to outer space. He whispered "Satine. I wish you were here with me. I wish you didn't die and that you would come running to me. and that it'll all be ok. we can live away from the duke, Harold and Moulin Rouge. I hope you can hear me in heaven.. and I'd just like to say. I will love you.. Until the end. of . time."
At this exact moment. Satine stepped up from behind Christian.
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Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters mentioned here, they all belong to the great Baz Luhrmann.
See? I told you it would be longer!!! Including this little bit. it's .128 words longer. ! ^______________^" Comon people! You KNOW you want to review this! You also know that you want me to continue writing this. If I dun get enough reviews. I'm going to stop altogether. I'm such a bad writer. maybe I should just stick to drawing. really. Anywayz. Thx to my reviewers! Ur the best!!! P.S. Third chapter mite take a lil more time than expected.cuz I already had this done by the time I put out the first chapter. ~ MeNeSS
Satine ran as fast as her legs could carry her to Christian's garret. She sprinted up the stairs and into Christian's room. Only to find it empty. Everything was cleared out. The hole in the ceiling patched up once again.
Satine panicked. She thought "Where could he be?! I know!! I can go to TOULOUSE!"
She ran upstairs to Toulouse's room to find him cooking. "TOULOUSE!!!" she screamed!
Toulouse stared, his face pale and his eyes wide with terror "IT'S A GHOST!!!!"
"NO, nono! Toulouse! It's me. SATINE" Satine panted from how tired she was from running up the stairs "I'm ALIVE!!"
"What?! You DIED you died right after 'Spectacular Spectacular ended! You died in Christian's arms!!! You can't be ALIVE . I SAW THIS WITH MY OWN EYES!" said Toulouse with his signature lisp.
"I'll explain to you later! Where's Christian?!"
"He. he j-just left Satine. around. five to ten minutes ago. He's heading to the train station, he's going home to London, and he's given up on the Bohemian Revolution. You better go find him, and fast. he's leaving . he's going back to London!" a startled and confused Toulouse replied, still not quite recovering from his initial shock "Wait. I'll go with you. COMON!"
A stunned Satine stood. But was dragged out of the garret by Toulouse, in search of Christian, Toulouse stood for every part of the Bohemian ideas, but mostly love. seeing that there's still a chance of Christian and Satine being together... not in love himself, he'd do anything to get them back together.
To people wandering on the street, this must have been an odd sight, a determined midget, with an apron on dragging behind him a young beautiful woman with a suitcase, and a fairly large bag. All Satine could think about was Christian. His eyes, his smile, and. how much he loved her. and.
"COMON!!! We're almost there! Christian's train leaves in 20 minutes!" Yelled Toulouse, interrupting Satine's daydream.
Snapping back to reality, Satine ran towards the nearby train station. but was slowed by a hacking cough that she attempted to suppress, with no success. and fell to the ground, coughing up blood.
"Satine! Look I think I see.. SATINE?! Are you ok?!" Toulouse screamed, he wanted to help the girl, but had no idea how, he never got much education, he only knew enough to sustain him, and had no idea how to help the consumption.
Satine's hands fumbled through the large bag looking for some sort of temporary relief, finally found the medicine and poured a bit down her throat. Her cough stopped within a minute.
After a few minutes, Satine regained composure, got off the ground and ran into the train station looking for her Christian.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* truth * * beauty * * freedom * * love *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Christian stood in the train station looking back at Montmarte for the last time, he couldn't stay in this place any longer without Satine. From here, he could still see the big, red, windmill, the Moulin Rouge, where Satine had died in his arms. His garret, where they'd "rehearse" 'Spectacular Spectacular' and Toulouse would pop his head into the room saying the most random things. The elephant where he and Satine had shared their first kiss... and what happened afterwards still brought a smile to his lips. All this brought tears to his eyes. he couldn't stand being away from Satine, he now couldn't write, he couldn't look at anything without thinking about Satine, his world revolves around her. but now that she's gone, it seemed to drift to outer space. He whispered "Satine. I wish you were here with me. I wish you didn't die and that you would come running to me. and that it'll all be ok. we can live away from the duke, Harold and Moulin Rouge. I hope you can hear me in heaven.. and I'd just like to say. I will love you.. Until the end. of . time."
At this exact moment. Satine stepped up from behind Christian.
~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters mentioned here, they all belong to the great Baz Luhrmann.
See? I told you it would be longer!!! Including this little bit. it's .128 words longer. ! ^______________^" Comon people! You KNOW you want to review this! You also know that you want me to continue writing this. If I dun get enough reviews. I'm going to stop altogether. I'm such a bad writer. maybe I should just stick to drawing. really. Anywayz. Thx to my reviewers! Ur the best!!! P.S. Third chapter mite take a lil more time than expected.cuz I already had this done by the time I put out the first chapter. ~ MeNeSS
