Hey guys! Check this out, chapter three I finished in record time! Keep
those reviews coming! I love them so much! Thanks to Juliet,
Sparkling_Bohemian and to Tani!
Disclaimer: If you want the disclaimer, check out chap's one and two.
Thanks.
~Act three The velvet curtains open on to the computer screen, leaving the audience in hushed silence and anticipation. Let the show begin.
Sleep never came easily to him anymore. And when it did come, it never seemed to last. He would always end up on his window seat, staring out into the sky. For what, you ask? For answers that he didn't have questions to. It had been five years since he'd had a decent nights sleeps. He knew why, and frankly, Christian was at a loss. Every night he would replay what had happened in his head over, and over again. He had lost her.and it was his fault. ~flashback. Run he said to her. He wouldn't lose her to the duke. Not tonight, not ever. Warner came out, shooting blindly into the rain. Christian had jumped on him. He had knocked him unconscious, the gun somewhere on the ground. But there were more of them, so many more of them. He had done as best he could, but more and more men kept coming at them, when *whack* something incredibly hard had hit the back of his head. Everything had begun to go dizzy, hazy, grey, and then black. He fell, and felt the cool pavement rush up to meet his already aching head. But before he was out completely, he heard a nasally voice say "leave him there. Get Satine. Bring her to me."
Christian woke up in a hospital, 2 days later. Some couple was running out of the rain, and spotted him, bringing him to the hospital. When he had gotten out, another 2 or so days later, he had begun to search for Satine.
But there was nothing. He had found.nothing. For a year he had searched for her. Everywhere in Paris, then in all of France, but he did not find her. He would go back to the Moulin rouge every so often to see if maybe, just maybe she had come back. But Neither Zidler, Marie, or the diamond dogs would speak of her. Nini, baby doll, Chocolat, all consumed with grief, knowing nothing either way. That year, the Moulin Rouge had closed its doors once and for all. Zidler would not speak of that either. After that, Christian had nowhere to go. So he moved back to England, where he was now, and where he had become a rather successful and popular author. Telling tales of freedom, beauty, truth.and love. He lived lavishly. But no amount of material items in the world.would ever replace or make up for the loss of her.
What had happened to his beloved? Was she dead? Alive? Hurt? Married? Did she leave him? Did she have a choice? But the thought that most often crossed his mind, was "Is she thinking of me?" He pondered out loud to himself.
He tipped his glass of champagne at the moon, a mock toast. He took a sip, and put the glass down on the window sill. Christian closed the window, and went back to bed. It would be another two hours before his long lashes would close down, immersing himself in deep slumber.
Tell me what you think.cause that would be very cool. In case I don't end up posting from the 21st to the 25th, Happy holidays, whatever holiday you celebrate. Feel free to email, although I will be checking less in the next few days. * Family gathering..ugghh* -lee tea
~Act three The velvet curtains open on to the computer screen, leaving the audience in hushed silence and anticipation. Let the show begin.
Sleep never came easily to him anymore. And when it did come, it never seemed to last. He would always end up on his window seat, staring out into the sky. For what, you ask? For answers that he didn't have questions to. It had been five years since he'd had a decent nights sleeps. He knew why, and frankly, Christian was at a loss. Every night he would replay what had happened in his head over, and over again. He had lost her.and it was his fault. ~flashback. Run he said to her. He wouldn't lose her to the duke. Not tonight, not ever. Warner came out, shooting blindly into the rain. Christian had jumped on him. He had knocked him unconscious, the gun somewhere on the ground. But there were more of them, so many more of them. He had done as best he could, but more and more men kept coming at them, when *whack* something incredibly hard had hit the back of his head. Everything had begun to go dizzy, hazy, grey, and then black. He fell, and felt the cool pavement rush up to meet his already aching head. But before he was out completely, he heard a nasally voice say "leave him there. Get Satine. Bring her to me."
Christian woke up in a hospital, 2 days later. Some couple was running out of the rain, and spotted him, bringing him to the hospital. When he had gotten out, another 2 or so days later, he had begun to search for Satine.
But there was nothing. He had found.nothing. For a year he had searched for her. Everywhere in Paris, then in all of France, but he did not find her. He would go back to the Moulin rouge every so often to see if maybe, just maybe she had come back. But Neither Zidler, Marie, or the diamond dogs would speak of her. Nini, baby doll, Chocolat, all consumed with grief, knowing nothing either way. That year, the Moulin Rouge had closed its doors once and for all. Zidler would not speak of that either. After that, Christian had nowhere to go. So he moved back to England, where he was now, and where he had become a rather successful and popular author. Telling tales of freedom, beauty, truth.and love. He lived lavishly. But no amount of material items in the world.would ever replace or make up for the loss of her.
What had happened to his beloved? Was she dead? Alive? Hurt? Married? Did she leave him? Did she have a choice? But the thought that most often crossed his mind, was "Is she thinking of me?" He pondered out loud to himself.
He tipped his glass of champagne at the moon, a mock toast. He took a sip, and put the glass down on the window sill. Christian closed the window, and went back to bed. It would be another two hours before his long lashes would close down, immersing himself in deep slumber.
Tell me what you think.cause that would be very cool. In case I don't end up posting from the 21st to the 25th, Happy holidays, whatever holiday you celebrate. Feel free to email, although I will be checking less in the next few days. * Family gathering..ugghh* -lee tea