The Franc and Chaos scene (Revamped)
Francoeur slowly made his way around the large house, searching his surroundings until finally spotting the figure he was looking for.
There, standing just outside a hedge Labyrinth, stood the dark silhouette of Chaos; who by the looks of it did not like to be kept waiting.
Franc watched Chaos' eyes narrow on an object he held, he fiddling with it, turning it over and over until bringing it closer to his face. His head quickly jerked up, looking around in a paranoid way. His attention narrowed onto Francoeur, who stood a good 50 feet away.
The look on Chaos' face bordered on shock, but it quickly morphed into a heated glare. He pocketed the item in his jacket and turned his back to Francoeur, entering the maze.
Francoeur jogged towards the entrance, looking down the way he had seen the other take. All's he saw was a cape swoosh around another corner. Again he gave chase, only to be met with three options and no idea which way to go.
Francoeur: Out of all the times i wished i had my super jump.
He took the path on the left, following it to another fork. The maze proved to be taking him in circles, this made apparent when he left his scarf as a marker and found himself upon it in less than two minutes.
Chaos' laughter echoed throughout the labyrinth every so often, as if he were purposely leading him astray; toying with him like a sadistic game of hide and seek. Finally at his wits end, Francoeur growled in frustration. This display seemed to be all that was needed, for he soon heard a loud whistle from around the next bend.
When he turned the corner, Francoeur found himself in the maze's middle, starring opened mouth at the beautiful garden. Lanterns hung from ribboned polls, a fountain gurgled in the center surrounded by little cherub statues with their heart shaped bows and arrows.
Another whistle snapped him from his thoughts, drawing his attention towards a poorly lit gazebo. On closer inspection, Franc noticed the lights that had surrounded it were shattered or ripped from their fixtures. And there, leaning against the inner frame, stood Chaos himself. His features where obscured by a skeletal mask. But his mouth... it was twisted into that mocking smirk of his. (He's dressed as the Red Death)
Francoeur approaches hesitantly, finally coming to stand three steps below, gazing up at the foreboding figure.
Chaos: Took you long enough. Did you get lost?
Francoeur goes to speak, but he is silence by a raised hand.
Chaos: Save it. There's no point in hurting yourself trying to explain. I know how confusing things can be when you don‘t know the proper way. But that’s why I’ve called you here. - gives pointed stare at Francoeur.
Franc makes a strange face, looking around uncomfortably.
Chaos: Why so nervous? Do I frighten you? *Chuckles* You have nothing to fear from me. - Steps a little closer - We’re practically brothers after all. Yes? ;D
Franc gulps. Chaos bends down from the step.
Chaos: (More forcefully) Yes?
Francoeur: O-oui.
Chaos' eyes widen in surprise.
Chaos: Gasp. It speaks. Fascinating. - Chaos leans forward - Quick, say something else. Say "The rain in Spain fall's mainly in the plain."
Francoeur:
(Questioningly) Pardon…?
Chaos: You're not even close.
Francoeur: (A little annoyed) Monsieur, please.
Chaos: Very well. - looks thoughtful - You know, you surprise me, Francoeur. What with your innate ability to masquerade, and so easily too, - reaches out to finger one of Francoeur‘s feathers - I dare say I’m envious. So many interesting secrets. I wonder what else you’re hiding. - Franc looks away.
Chaos: Oh, but you can confide in me. I’m probably the only one in the world who could ever truly understand you.
Francoeur looks up, unable to respond. He see’s Chaos hand lift in the shadows.
Chaos: Trust me. - His eyes flicker.
Francoeur: I… I want to, monsieur.
Chaos: But? - Hand stops
Franc: B-but I don’t even know your name… or anything else about you. And yet you seem to know so much about me.
Chaos: Information isn’t difficult to come by, especially when it regards someone as famous as you. - Smirks - former monstre de Paris.
Francoeur fidgets.
Chaos: And the Rare Birds second angel. Quite a dramatic career change. - Francoeur blush’s.
Franc: Y-yes, monsieur, that is true.
Chaos: Bah. You don't have to call me 'monsieur' all the time. Chaos will do just fine. - Bows, then adds - Or, if you would prefere... mon frère.
Francoeur nods, smiling up at him.
Francoeur: Very well. I would be honored to call you both.
Chaos loses the hard edge to his expression. His eyes hopeful. This night was proving promising.
Chaos: (Laughs light heartedly, claps hands together) Now that the introductions are out of the way, what’s say we take our leave of this place? Listening to those prats has been giving me a headache. - waves at the house full of people.
Francoeur: (Rubs the back of his head) Ah, I’m afraid I cannot. - Chaos gives a sharp glare - I have obligations elsewhere for the night. Perhaps tomorrow-
Chaos: (Grits) Obligations?
Francoeur: Oui. To my friends. And date. (Says last part quietly) - turns towards where he left them - They are probably wondering where I am. You may come with me if you like. I know they will be happy to meet you. *mumbles* Raoul especially.
Chaos remains rooted in place. His eyes harden.
Chaos: Your friends… You mean your owners?
Francoeur: Owners? I think you’re mistaken monsiu… - Chaos eyes flicker- mon frère.
Chaos: Or perhaps it is YOU who are mistaken. - takes a step down from gazebo- They have you trained like a dog, following after their heels like a good little pet.
Franc: It isn’t like that.
Chaos: Don’t lie to me! I see what’s going on even if you cant.
Francoeur: Please, I didn’t come here to argue with you. You’re welcome to join me and see for yourself they are good people… if only you would meet them.
Chaos hiss’s at the thought.
Chaos: They’ve trained you well. -Franc goes to protest, but is interrupted - Oh no no no. Say no more. I understand perfectly.
Franc frowns.
Chaos: And here I thought… -Grumbles, then exchanging angry expression for a smile - But what can I expect. You don’t know any better.
Franc: I am not ignorant, sir.
Chaos: No, of course you’re not, Francoeur. You’re just blind.
Franc: I am not that either!
Chaos: Oh, my poor brother. What lies have they told you? - Takes another step down - Did they tell you that they’d protect you, that they could hide you from the world so long as you sang? -Another step- And like a fool you believed them. *Chuckles*
Franc: You are wrong about them.
Chaos: My, who knew the little cabaret singer could be such a skillful liar? - Franc scowls - Don’t give me that look, you know I’m right.
Franc: (irratated) If you will excuse me, ‘Monsieur’, I must be going.
Chaos eyes widen. He leaps forward, snatching Franc’s shoulder.
Chaos: Not so fast. Perhaps I came off a little… uh…
Franc: Rude? - Not straight ahead -
Chaos: Oui, oui. I am just… apprehensive. You understand that, yes? You know how cruel the world can be.
Franc relaxes, nodding.
Franc: I do. But it isn’t all that bad; if you give it a chance. - Chaos’ grip tightens
Franc looks at the other, a gasp escapes his lips. Spinning around, he looks more closely at Chaos to see the blood staining his mask and cravat.
Franc: You... are you hurt? What happened?
Chaos looks down at his chest, then back up to Franc with a laugh.
Chaos: This? Hehe. No. I'm alright. My last meal put up more of a struggle than i anticipated.
Francoeur immediately releases Chaos, stepping back. His face grows ashen, horror soon taking hold of him as Chaos' expression begins to fall. Realization dawns on Chaos that he said the wrong thing.
Chaos: Francoeur?
Franc: What have you done?
Chaos: This is nothing.
Franc looks him up and down.
Franc: What have you done?
Chaos: *Starting to get annoyed* What's the matter with you?
Franc: You... did you... are they...?
Chaos: Dead? - Franc nods slowly. Chaos eyes stray elsewhere - I doubt it was anyone you knew.
Francoeur turns completely white underneath his mask. He takes another step back, watching as Chaos eventually looks back to him, no sympathy or regret.
Chaos: What would you have me do? I can't really let people run around spreading the tale of Le Monstre A Paris, now can I?
Franc: H-how could you? How could you do something so... so...
Chaos: * clenches his fists, snarling* Because i was hungry! And whose going to miss one less human? There's at least ten more of the vermin to take their place.
Franc: But they were a person. They had a life - hopes and dreams. You ended that. You stole that from them.
Chaos: *Angry* And... ?!!
Franc: *Aghast* They had families who loved them. Do you not even care about that?!
Chaos: Should I? - Francoeur draws in a sharp breath at how cold that voice is. Chaos leans in closer to Francoeur's face.
Chaos: No one's ever cared about me.
Francour: Have you even allowed anyone to try?
Chaos: *Eye twitches* You shouldn't get attach to your food.
Franc: They're NOT food! They're human beings.
Chaos: *Full blown rage, psychotic look on his face* They're animals, nothing more. - Flashback of them hunting and beating Chaos when first he became sentient. - They hunt in packs, cold, uncaring. Cornering the weak, tearing them apart. -Begins to pace- Killing, destroying what ever draws their attention. They like it, the pain. They like inflicting it, increasing it. *Growls* And they call US monsters! They're not worth your affection, Francoeur. They're not worth anything but quenching your thirst. Cant you see that?
Francoeur: No, I cant. Because it isn’t all true.
Chaos: *Spins back to Franc* Isn’t… true…? ISN’T TRUE!!!? There is no other truth than that!
Chaos takes Franc up by his jacket front, lifting him off the ground.
Chaos: They hate us! Fear us. And why? Because we’re better then them. - They are now face to face - They want to kill us and you say it isn’t true.
Franc: Not all of them want to-
Chaos throws Franc down.
Chaos: Still defending them! We don't need them. How can I get that through your stupid head? - Smacks Franc hard across his temple - They don't want us. You get it? Those infernal sentiments you have are misplace. Come with me, work with me. We can make this world so much better with them out of the picture.
Franc: No...
Chaos: You wont have to hide any more. Your face... you'll be able to show it without fear.
Franc: No.
Chaos: Are you even listening to what i'm saying?! They wont be able to hurt you if we work together!
Franc: NO!
Francoeur struggles to stand, nursing his throbbing head.
Franc: What you want to do… what you have done… it’s wrong.
Chaos' desperate face turns cold.
Chaos: It’s nothing worse than what they would do to me.
Franc: Perhaps some, but not my friends. We can help you. - Reaches out for Chaos, who draws back.
Chaos: If you really want to help, you’ll join me.
Francoeur’s expression crumbles. He shakes his head.
Franc: I can’t do that. Nor can I let you.
Chaos: *Pleads* Why?
Fracoeur looks at him as if the answer was obvious.
Franc: Because I love my friends to much to let you harm them.
Chaos face changes to disgust.
Chaos: Love. There's no such thing. It doesn't exist. If you cant see it, feel it, or touch it then it doesn't exist! You're just deluding yourself into thinking they could ever feel anything for you. Look at us. At you! - waves at Francoeur - No matter how well we dress, or how devotedly you sing... we'll always be nothing but MONSTER’S to them. -Voice lowers darkly- And if that’s what they want… then that’s what we’ll be.
:'(Tears build behind Francoeur's eyes. He takes a step back, frightened when Chaos flash’s his blood coated fangs.
Chaos:*hand outstretched* Brother, come with me. I'll take care of everything. You wont even have to get involved if you don't want to. Just... take my hand Francoeur. Join me.
Franc takes another step back.
Chaos: We're all each other's got in this world. You don't want to be alone in it, do you?
Franc takes on a firmer stance, squaring his shoulders defiantly.
Franc: I'm not.
He turns to run, stopped by Chaos who had leaped forward to snatch up his scarf in an iron-like hold. Franc is instantly yanked off his feet, not even able to yelp due to the fact his breath had been chocked out of him.
Chaos throws him a good ten feet, his eyes now glowing a putrid crimson from rage.
Chaos: Don‘t fight this! You can’t win.
Franc coughs a few times, his back screaming from landing on it. He slowly lifts himself up, standing wobbly, rubbing his aching neck and staring down his opponent. A cold sweat breaks out on Franc’s brow. He is truly scared for his life.
Franc searchs the area for an exit, spotting one off to the right; hidden behind a cleverly placed Cupid statue.
Chaos seems to follow his thoughts almost as if he had spoken them out loud.
Chaos: Don't do it.
Franc does, hearing Chaos scream his name. He runs harder than he ever had before, knowing that if he stopped or looked back Chaos would be there. And he would surely kill him.
Rounding the statue, Franc trips over an object set behind it. When he finally picks himself up, and looks down, he gasps. Then screams.
Laying there, discarded like trash, is the lifeless body of a once beautiful young woman, her blood drained.
Francoeur shoots up immediately. He looks up briefly to see Chaos having been ready to chase him but stopped for some reason. His expression is unreadable due to both distance and the lack of light.
Franc turns to flee the scene, being heard crashing his way through the maze in a blind panic; running back to his humans. When he was no longer heard, Chaos shakes himself out of his shock. Francoeur… his mask had fallen off. He had been human. That was a man’s face!
The confusion ebbs into anger. He removes the rose he had tucked in his jacket pocket. Turning it around in thought; then smirks evilly.
Chaos: You will rue the day you refused me.
He crush’s the flower in his hand, letting the petals fall from between his fingers.
Fin!
At least for this scene.