Author's Notes: Well...I wrote a fanfic. First time in months that I've been inspired enough to test my creative juices out. I haven't read the book so they're based on the movie. So why this movie and not say an anime one like I usually do? I don't know...oh well. Anyway, be respectful, even if you think the story is full of crap.
Viola was returning to the convent from her round of daily errands when among the road she noticed something unusual with the trash. It wasn't odd for beggars and drunks to find refuge with the garbage; what was unusual was that the man was wearing rather fine clothes. The rich, Viola learned in her life, usually stuck to their own kind and only ventured to this end of town when looking for a good time. Viola looked at the man with curiousity and dread.
What if he's dead? What if he isn't? What if he's a madman? Then she saw his chest rise. She sighed in relief and thought, Thank God.
"Monsieur", she bent down to her knees and touched him on the shoulder, "It is not safe to sleep here." The man began to moan and stir. "Christine" he moaned.
"There is no Christine here." She answered him. "I'm Viola." The man sat up and straightened up what appeared to be a mask. He kept his back to her as he adjusted himself. He was actually quite handsome; the mask and clothing gave him an exotic air. His hair was almost black. All he had on was a black coat, white shirt and black pants. He looked around at his surroundings and then at Viola. Viola suddenly had a strange feeling about him.
"Where am I?" The man asked, "How on earth did I get here?" "You're in the west side of Paris" Viola said. "As for how you got here, I don't know." The man looked confused at first as he rubbed his head. Viola couldn't see any marks or wounds on him; however, even if he did, he wouldn't let her near him. "Are you all right?" She asked, "Maybe you should go see a policeman." "No". For a minute, the man took a deep breath. He looked hard at Viola. He winced in pain as he held his chest. "Monsieur" Viola said, "You're hurt." "I'm fine." His eyes pierced a hole into her as he stared at her hard. She felt nervous. "I am fine. If you excuse me, I will be on my way. I am very sorry for your trouble, Mademoiselle." He started to walk away and sunk to his knees in pain. Viola rushed to help him.
"Sir" Viola became alarmed. "Please come with me. I can get you help." "No doctors" He growled. He continued to resist her until pain won out in the end. People began to look at them.
"Come on" Viola held onto him. "You need a doctor to look at whatever is ailing you. Then...you can be free." "Freedom" He sighed. "A demon is never truly free." "That's a funny thing to say" They began to walk, the short and petite girl holding a six foot man. "Are you a poet?" The man just remained silent.
"Do you remember anything about how you got here?" She asked him. The man nodded but remained silent. "Well" She smiled, "At least your wife will be relieved that you're fine." He had such a sorrowful look on his face that Viola felt instantly guilty for bringing it up. "I'm sorry" She apologized. "I tend to talk too much when I meet people. My mother always used to say that it would lead me to trouble one day. 'Viola' she would say, 'It's nice that you are friendly to everyone but you're naive.'" "Your mother was a smart woman" The man said, "There are dishonorable men out there waiting for a chance to take advantage of a young lady like yourself." He stared at her again.
"Like you?" Viola asked. "Believe me Monsieur...I can take care of myself." He stopped suddenly in the middle of the street and said in an annoyed voice, "What do you want from me?" "Nothing" Viola replied. "You seemed out of place here. Usually the only time I see the gentlemen like you is when they either are robbed, drunk, eager for a whore's company or a combination of all three." "Out of place" He began to sigh sadly, "I'm a man without a home." He winced. He saw her looking at him again and turned away.
"So" Viola began again, "What's your name?" "I don't have a name." She laughed, "Everyone has a name." They came upon the front door of a convent. The man just looked completely lost. "Here we are" Viola took out a key and opened the door, "This is Saint Germaine's." She went inside. "Most of the sisters are all at the morning Mass right now. The servants aren't all here yet. They're usually pretty quiet though." The man stepped inside and looked around. "You're a nun" He said quietly.
"No" Viola smiled, "I'm too sinful to become a nun. I just work here as a housekeeper. I've been a housekeeper here since I was 14." She led him to a small study. "I study music and art at the Sorbonne. The sisters here just give me room and food." She made him sit down at a desk. "I'll be right back. The doctor for the convent lives next door. Just stay here and don't make a sound." She edged her way back out, leaving the man there to grow more lost in thoughts.
