Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Moulin Rouge or any characters
Christian sat at his desk, remembering the day, or rather the night Satine died. He glared at his type writer. Today was one of his off days, he couldn't think of anything to write. He could only think of her. Love had only given him pain and despair. " I bet she's looking upon me from Heaven, laughing at me for being so ridiculous, " He mumbled.
Christian was not at all right. Satine sat on a lonley white wall, thinking about Christian. " Oh I miss him so... " Just then Milly, Satine's new found friend, happened to walk by. She stopped and whispered in her ear, " Boo. " Satine jumped up three feet into the air and laughed. " Milly! What are you doing spying on me again? " Milly smiled a toothy smile and simply replied, " I wasn't spying on you. " Satine laughed again and replied, " Oh sure. " Milly faked a frown and replied, " Why are you so...up tight? Wasn't your time to go I suppose? "
Satine looked sad and asked, " Would you like to hear my story? " Milly smiled and replied hurridly, " Would I ever? Now get on with it! " Satine couldn't help but smile at Milly's excitement. " Well, it all begins at the Moulin Rouge... At a young age I was orphaned and roamed the streets, starving. A funny, rather large man stumbled a upon me by the name of Harold Zidler. He could tell I was an orphan right away and brought me in. But there was a catch, I would have to sell my love to men. After years of doing this, I forgot about ' love ' until a writer I mistaked for a Duke came into my life. I fell in love with him in just one night. Our love was forbidden, we had to keep it secret from the Duke. " Satine took a deep breath and was about to continue when Milly asked, " What's so important about this ' Duke ' person? "
Satine looked at Milly and said, " He was going to invest in the play " Spectacular, Spectacular ", but I had to make him believe I loved him. " Milly just snorted and waved her hand in a motion which meant for Satine to go on. Satine took another deep breath and went on with the story, " Well, the Duke figured out about our love for each other, it was dreadful. Christian planned for us to escape, move to America, get out of this Paris Hell Hole. But I couldn't leave, the Moulin Rouge was my home. I had to convince him I didn't love him, it worked. So, while we were preforming " Spectacular, Spectacular " he came to pay his bill. The Duke's guard/hitman was going to kill Christian if he found him. He almost shot him when the curtain came up. It exposed me, on my knees with a tear stained face, and Christian standing up. Harold covered for us, and Christian threw money on me and said while tears crawled down his face, " Th..Thank you for cur..curing me with my ridiculous obbsession with love. " and he walked off the stage. "
At this moment Satine took another deep breath as Milly stared, awestricken. " The story doesn't end there. I forgot to mention I was very sick, and dieing. Christian did not know this. At that moment I knew I could not go on without Christian. I began singing our song, Come What May. It was a whisper at first, but then it became louder and louder. Christian slowly turned around and watched for a while and then began singing along. I remember his beautiful voice... " Come what may, Come what may. " He began walking up to me, still singing. We joined hands and began singing together. But soon enough, the guard tryed to shoot us again. He lost his gun and the Duke got it. The Duke came running up the aisle, about to shoot. Harold punched him in the face and the gun went flying. The curtains closed, but it was my time. I began having just a measly coughing attack at first, but it became worse and worse. Some of my last words on that earth were " I love you... " I died in his arms. "
By the time Satine was finished, both Milly and Satine's faces were flooded with tears. Milly respected her best friend in a whole new way.