hey, thanx 2 da peeps who reviewed, u gave mi sum gr8 ideas.
Ok chapter 2...enjoy...
Christian sighed as he stumbelled along the railway platform, his arms full of suitcases, heavy suitcases. While he had rushed back to his small apartment and thrown a small bundle of clothes into his old brown suitcase, Marie had packed all the things she described as useful and there were plenty of useful things she packed, useful things did weigh, as Christian had discovered, alot.
He tagged the suitcases and gave them to a nearby porter, who carried them off to the baggage compartment some way away. Christian couldn't help but smile as he saw the porter stumble uner the weight of the bags. He sat down on an empty bench and stared at all the different people on the platform, young, old, middle aged, ancient, he felt a lump in his throat when he saw a baby in a mothers arms.
"Right," a voice said behind him and he stood up and faced the speaker. "Well what are you waiting for?" said the speaker, "The train leaves in a minute,"
He hurried onto the train and walked to the very back where he and his companion finally found an empty compartment, he sat down by the window, realising he was shaking and he placed his hands in his lap.
Marie sat down and smiled at him, her crooked teeth were welcoming and friendly, he didn't smile back, he found he couldn't control his jaw. The aging lady sniffed and reached in her carpet bag. It gave him shivers remembering Satine's dressing room and that the bag was normally always in there, sighing he pulled up his collar and took his hat off.
"I wonder what it is." Marie suddenly said and he looked at her, puzzled,
"What, what is?" he replied hoarsely.
"The baby," she said, "a boy or a girl"
Christian smiled and looked at the grubby train floor.
"It doesn't matter, I'll love it no matter what it is." he said finally.
"What about names?" she said, "if it's a girl how about Sati"
"No" Christian shouted, "Marie, I really apreciate this, but my child is not yet safe, why it could be dead..." he trailled off in mid sentence and felt tears come to his eyes. Marie grabbed his hands off his lap and held them in her own.
"Sonnie, it's alive, I know it's alive, we both do," she patted his hands gently, "don't ever give up hope."
The train started moving and Marie placed a ticket in Christians hand. "For the ferry." she said, and sat back in the murkey burgundy seats.
It was a silent journey, he couldn't speak to her about the child, he hoped he would know if it was dead but he wasn't a physic was he? He was writer, a simple writer, who was on a quest to bring his child back alive.Out of his jacket pocket he brought a pen and a folded up piece of paper, he tried to write but nothing came, nothing, he couldn't think of anything to say, not even to the paper.
Marie was humming under her breath, he lifted his head and listened, she broke into words and he felt himself joining in quite naturally.
"How wonderful life is now you're in the world" they both sang softly. Marie smiled and he found himself in control of his jaw again he allowed himself a small show of happiness but then his sad, sober look returned and he sighed and looked back at the paper. Staring hopelessly into a bottomless pit of yellow murkiness.
Marie looked upon the harbour with pleasant suprise, it was so calm, so peaceful, just small sail boats inhabited it, but then as she lifted her gaze to the main dock she caught sight of the, latge, extravagant ferry, it's white sides shone like well brushed teeth and it's name was painted on in large red and gold lettering.
" Queen of the Sea eh" she said aloud to Christian who had lit a cigarette and looked at it thoughtfully. " I didn't know you smoked" she said suprised.
Christian put the cigarette to his lips and shuddered as he breathed out white smoke.
" I don't," he said and coughed," but it's very stress relieving." he murmered under his breath, "pain relieving"
" No honey," said Marie gazing out at the Queen of the Sea, " morphine is good for that"
He coughed and she sighed and began to walk towards the main ship.
" We can't board it now." Christian said throwing the cigarette on the ground and running to cath up with her, despite her ages, she was a fast walker.
" I don't see why not." she said.
" It doesn't leave today." He said shortly.
She turned to face him and sighed at his slight stupidity. " Christian if you are afraid of boarding a ship then please inform me so I do not have to call you a cowardy custard to your face." she said and smiled.
He looked at the floor embarassed and his cheeks flushed a scarlet colour.
" I don't like"
" What was that," she said, grinning wickedly.
" I don't like"
" hmmm" she said again questionly and laughed
" I DON'T LIKE BOATS" he yelled and several little girls boarding giggled.
" Cowardy cowardy custard." the sang to each other, " boys are so silly, cowardy custards"
" hmm" Marie said smiling. " well you can hold onto my hand all the way"
She trailed off and placed her hand over her mouth and pointed at the Queen of the Sea.
" it's him" she said in a wisper.
" I know," said Christian, " it's the Duke."
DUN DUN DAHHHHH!
whats going to happen next.
R AND R PLEASE
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