He heard the click as its sound reverberated against the gloom of his melancholy room. He looked around the darkened room. Was this what it was like to be dead? No he wasn't dead he was still alive. Damn whoever left the unloaded gun on the ground!! He threw the silver pistol across the room.
"DAMN YOU GOD!!" Christian screamed falling to his knees "WHY WON'T YOU LET ME DIE?!!!" He punched a hole into the window pane before him and watched as the blood poured from his skin, crimson and beautiful with its bits of glass stuck throughout. He began to laugh manically but his laughs soon turned to sobs, tears poured down his pale, bearded face. The door flew open and there stood his best friend, Toulouse.
"Cwistian, what are you scweaming abou…" The dwarf stopped mid-sentence as he noticed the morbid scene before him. "Oh, Cwistian" He kneeled before him and started to pick the glass from the blood-spattered arm that was in front of him.
"Why, Toulouse" He asked as the man began to wrap his arm "why did this have to happen? Why?"
"Cwistian, I'm going to tell you somefing, and I want you to pwomise not to get to upset" Toulouse said and waited until he saw Christian nod before he continued "Cwistian, if there is one fing that I twuly bewieve in it is fate, it was fate that Satine died when she did it was fate that made sure that that gun was unwoaded. One fing you need to get fwough that god damned stubborn head is that Satine is gone." Christian started to get up shaking his head, to leave was all he needed to do, but Toulouse grabbed his other arm and pulled him down and with his other hand held Christian head firm so as he looked straight into his eyes. "She's gone Chwistian, She's gone"
Christian got up started mumbling incoherently, waving his arms around like a mad man. Then he looked at Toulouse, looked him straight in the eye, not blinking. He spoke then quietly and slowly "She really is gone then" Toulouse nodded "Never coming back?" Toulouse shook his head. Christian broke down then falling to his knees tears rushing down his face silently. He didn't cry out or screech for Toulouse to leave. He just kneeled there his arms at his side, tears racing each other down his face, watching the day break, the begging of a new day, a new life. He would write there story
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Satine stared aghast into the bluest eyes she had ever seen in her life. Like the sky before nightfall or right after a storm. He looked at her his hair plush on his head, like a cone of Cotton Candy at the fair, light and airy. Christian was standing before looking at her. How could he have gotten to her? She had tried to stay hidden, tried so hard, and yet here he stood before in her room as she held their new child.
"Christian, how did you find me, how did you get here?" Satine asked still captivated by his blue eyes. Christian crossed the room in two quick strides and looked at the bundle in her arms.
"Is it mine?" He asked and Satine answered with a nod. He reached of and gentle as anything took the white bundle from Satine's slightly reluctant arms. He walked around the room a bit bouncing the newborn in his arms and then opened the door and left. It took a second for Satine to realize what had happened. He had taken her child, her only child away from her. She followed into what would have been the cozy kitchen area but was instead an endless black hall, there he stood at the end of the hall holding her baby, Satine felt a wave of relief wash of her frail form, but then he started to leave, heading farther down the endless hall. She started to run after the two but couldn't catch up no matter how fast she ran. Her legs were like rocks and she tried to scream for them but her voice was muffled.
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Satine woke with a start in her plush bed. She looked around her for Christian in the darkness. Was she still in that dank hallway? She looked around and recognized the table next to her knowing she was in her bed, safe, but what of her babe? Quick as a flash, her covers were thrown from her body and she was running to the next room. Was her child alright? Was she lost in the endless hallway in her mind? She ran to the oak crib and looked down. There she laid, the most beautiful babe in all the world, or at least in Satine's eyes. She had Christian's dark hair and blue eyes, eyes like the twilight. She stared into the wonder of her face and looked at her own nose and face structure staring back at her. Satine reached a hand down and brushed her pink cheek gently.
"Sleep tight sweet Christine," Satine said looking in on her sleeping child. The name Christine had really been off the top of Satine's head and had been a mix of her and Christian's names.
With arms wide open
Under the Sunlight
Welcome to this place
I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
I'll show you love
I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
Satine didn't know how long she had been staring at her sleeping infant but she looked up and saw it was three in the morning. She had a new shipment coming in so she had to be up early, she had best be get back to bed. Satine tucked herself under her forest green covers and looked at the ceiling wondering. What was Christian up to? Did he still love her? Did he even love her in the first place? Would he really have been happy with some whore from the Moulin rouge? No, he wouldn't and why should he be? She wasn't happy about her past, but all that mattered now was the present. Life would ultimately get better, until then she had a good life and a child to look after.
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He stared at the two words with awe, The End. How could such simple words cause such a floodgate of emotions to be unleashed inside him? Those words were lies, it wasn't the end, he'd live on for Satine, it was what she would have wanted. He looked at the bottle on the counter; it was a bottle of whiskey that he had opened a couple of minutes ago and had yet to take a swig. He looked at it, its transparent amber glass mocking him, telling him to numb his pain. He picked up the bottle by the neck, feeling its smooth surface slither in his hands. He took a firmer hold on the bottle and ran to the open window overlooking summer in the bohemian village. He dumped it out the window, watching as the liquid that was once burning his throat was now pouring down the fire escape. This was how it would have to be, Satine would have to die but her spirit would live on Christian.
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Now I want a show of hands how many of you actually thought I would kill off Chris? *people put their hands up* WOW! You're stupid!!!! Anyway I've gotta hurry up b/c I'm leaving for a baseball game like now!!! So I just wanna know did I do ok with the dream sequence? Review!!!
