XXXXXXX-H'okay..so this is the first time I have EVER written a fanfic...and im not a very good writer..so I have started one in hopes that people will review and tell me how much I suck so I can get better...so..enjoy...-XXXXXXX

Christian woke up on the cold wooden floor of his apartment, his clothes were dirty and smelt of alcohol and sweat. But he didn't notice. While attempting to sit up, he knocked over a few empty bottles that were on the floor beside him. "How long have I been asleep" he silently said to himself in a whisper. He stood up and walked over to his type writer. Looking down at the story he had just written, he thought to himself, "What else is there for me?". The one thing he wanted in his life was love. That was now gone, he had nothing. She was his world. When she died, his life ended right along with her. Though his body was alive, inside he was dead. That story was the only thing that drove him to stay alive. She asked him to write their story, but now that it was written. He felt that he had no purpous. "No!..it isn't finished, it can't be...there must be so much im forgeting", he said.

After a week had gone by he had re-written four intire chapters. He desperately wanted to keep the story going, because if the story was finished, then he would have to face the reality that Satine was gone. Running on little sleep and no food for days. He decided to go and get some bread. He stood up and looked in the broken mirror which hung on the wall. This was the first time he had seen himself in weeks. His hair was dirty, and his beard had grew very long and full. He had gotten very skinny. He had a white under shirt on which looked grey now, almost black. Also, he had dark blue pants and suspenders on. Not careing how he looked, he grabbed a jacket and boots, and left. As he walked out side. The village did not look like before. It used to be lit up and full of life, now it was EXACTLY as his father had sayed. Whores hounding everyone who looked like they had money, lost souls wandering the streets. He just kept walking, looking down at the ground, not wanting to see what had become of the village that had once been full of life. But then he stopped, he couldnt take it anymore. He had to see what had become of it. He looked up at the building that had once glowed with beauty, but now was dull and dead. The windmill had stopped turning, instead of bright and red, it looked black and white. What had happened to the Moulin Rouge? Satine was the heart of it. But now that the sparkaling diamond was dead, so was her play ground in which she dwelled in.

As he walked through the streets people looked at him in disgust, like he was a peice of scum. When the richer people saw him walking towards them, they would cross the street and walk on the other side. But he didn't care. After he bought what little he could. He sat down on the ground and ate it as if he had not eatin in a year. Suddenly he heard his name being called. He looked up, and it was her. "Satine" he called out as he reached for her while crying out of pure happiness. Suddenly a women began to scream. "GET OFF OF ME YOU FILTHY MONSTER!" Then he relised that it was not Satine at all. He had been hallucinating. Suddenly the women began screaming and two pollice men began running towards him. Not knowing what to do he got up and ran. Cuting through alleys and hopping fences he finally lost them.

"What is wrong with me?" he sayed out loud to himself in a shakey breath. Suddenly, feeling light headed he sat down on the ground. Not knowing where exactly he had ran to he looked around. He was in some strange alley way. Instead of risking the chance of the police catching him, he decided to stay there for while. He layed back, and disapeared into his world of dreams and hopes. He liked to disapear into sleep, because Satine was always there.

Suddenly he heard something. He looked up and saw a women standing there looking rather lost herself. "You have to help me, im being chased" she said pleadingly. Christian looked her up and down. No doubt she was a prostitute, she had revealing clothes on, and layers of make up. "Get away from me, I don't need you drawing attantion to me" He said rather coldly. She just looked at him sadly and continued to run until she was out of site.

Ever since Satine died, Christian had turned into a cold person. He didnt care for anything anymore. The once young man who would have gave everything he had to feed young starving children had now turned into a moster who would rather watch them burn then share a morsal of food with them. He hated everything and everyone. He now went by the saying that "life is more easier with out friends". Because then there would be nobody holding him back. But that wasn't the only thing keeping him from the world. The last few months of him being locked up in his little apartment, had driven him mad. That was not his first hallucination. He had another one a few weeks earlier. He hated what he was becoming, he could see the monster he was, but he couldn't stop it.

Finally he decided to head home. As he walked he was careful about when and where he was seen. When he got to the building he lived in he seen that girl from the alley. She was siting beside the steps looking scared and hopelessly alone. Chirstian, feeling a little guilty for turning her away before, checked his pockets for any left over money. He found enough for a little bit of food and walked over to the girl. She looked at him in anger. "What..have you come to take me?..well then..do it..". Christian looked at her rather confused. "I thought maybe you wanted this" he said as he handed her the money. "I remember you, you were the man from the alley!...I dont want your money" She said while smacking his hand out of the way.

Suddenly there were men's voices echoing though the streets, "Come back you little tramp", some called, while others just simply yelled "Helen!". All of a sudden when they heard these voices the girl got right quiet and looked at Christian in fear. Not saying a word he new that they were looking for her. Contimplating on whether or not he should help her out, suddenly she grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him down to her level. Christian was shocked by the sudden movement, and wondered what she was doing. He quickly relised she was using him to block herself out of sight. "My name is Helena, and I beg you sir..please help me". He thought about the question, and looked at her coldy suddenly and said very harshly.."Why should I?"

XXXXXXX-Soo...how is that so far?..well, I wont know what you think unless you review! so PLEASE do!-XXXXXXX