She ran and ran. Her gasping breaths could be heard for miles. Her lungs were being crushed by the mere minute as her bare feet bashed against the hard stone pavement. Her feet were already scraped and scattered with gashes that bled and left her bloody footprint in her wakes. The anguish pain in her feet worsened as she jumped from a far hight to reach the pavement below and as she had landed flat on her bare feet causing the pain to almost spread to the rest of her body and make her almost collapsed lungs stop all together; yet she had no intentions to stop running.
Her hair was released from its capture as her cloak hood had fallen as she had jumped, letting her almost golden hair fall free and dance in the cool nighttime air. Her golden locks waved and twirled as she ran. The wavy hair of the blond girl made the moon alone jealous as its beautiful glow made her hair shine brighter and illuminate the sky like the stars themselves. Her eyes shared that same shine.
Her eyes...they shone in the light almost like lamps lighting her path making her feet follow, they search frantically for anything or anywhere to hide, to hide from the evil of the devil that was chasing her the only thing her eyes saw where the many dirty and dying bodies of children, women and men alike laying against alleyway walls in search for warmth to perhaps get them through another night. Every turn she took, every path she followed their curious and begging eyes and seemed to haunt her as if silently asking, even praying for her help. Oh how she wished she could, how she wished she could turn back and help the poor dying souls that lay there on the hard cold pavement and hold their hand as comfort as they fall into their endless sleep of peace as they are taken to a better place to end their pain, how she wished to help the poor souls that were in worse shape than herself, with no meat on their bones and no clothes to keep them warm and no family to call their own, how she wished she could but she simple couldn't. Her eyes kept searching until her battered feet, feet that looked like they had been to battle, and back finally came to a fleeting halt.
Before her stood Notre-Dame in all her glory. It was true what her Mother had told her, the church stood tall in all its beauty, never in all her life had she seen such a building that outmatched the city of Paris surrounding it, although the stone of the church was dark and made of the same stone as the pavement making it look dark and gloomy the stained glass of the virgin Mary, her son Jesus Christ and his father God illuminated the square, the reds and blues of the glass danced together under the displayed moonlight. It was truly the most breathtaking site, but the poor girl couldn't stand there much longer as the sound of horses hooves was approaching from behind.
She wasted no more time as she raced up the steps of Notre-Dame, with all the pain from her gashes and the blood flowing from her feet she slipped and fell making her gain more bruises along her legs and arms, and it wasn't just her feet that bled with her crimson blood anymore yet she still wouldn't give in and with all her strength she pulled herself from the steps of the place of worship and continued her journey to the wooden doors that blocked her entry to the security and safety of the house of God she used her remaining strength and she banged and pounding frantically against the giant wooden doors of the church seeking refuge inside the walls of the stone Palace.
"Please! Give us sanctuary! I beg of you, please! Sanctuary!" She screamed and cried as her fists banged against the Lords doors. Minutes passed by, and nothing could be heard, only the girl and her crys that were ignored. Her body grew weaker as well as her voice. In the end, her body buckled and fell to the ground with a thud, and her whimpers echoed Paris and her streets. They girls' whimpers soon stopped, and in exchange, a babies voice cried out into the night. The young girl quickly unwrapped herself from the fabric bonds that held her little brother of eight months on her back. Wrapping the blanket closer to her brother making him look like a little éclair, she made sure he was still warm as she rocked him back and forth trying to calm and quiet down the little child that was screaming and crying with everythjng in him. "Its alright little one, big sister is right here, it's okay, we are safe, oh look how handsome you are, yes you are" she whispered sweet little words to the little éclair as she rocked him, the words she whispered to him and his sisters sweet smile was enough to calm him, he was still making little noises as he giggled and played with his sisters golden hair, eating it and letting his hands grab onto the soft strands. She sighed and gave her brother a loving smile. "It's okay, little Louis, we will be okay, just like Mère and Père..." she raised her head from her little brother to check around them making sure she lost the devil much to her dismay she was met by a horse as black as coal and what sat on it was the most horrendous sight, what she was was like the devil himself staring at her with the eyes that of a snake as it slithers towards its prey. The girl let out a petrified gasp as she tried to stand to her feet and start running again.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that child," the devil man bellowed. His snake-like-eyes didn't dare leave the two as he grabbed the blanket of the baby that once again started crying, but the little girl held a firm grip on her brother.
"Let go! Let go! Let go, you devil!" She yelled at the top of her voice. She pulled and tugged, trying to free him from her hunter that had followed her from the docks, yet the older man grew frustrated at the little girl's cries and pleas. He swung his leg-his cloak followed like a shadow follows its master-and his boot heel hit her straight in the face. She landed with a smack to the pavement stairs of Notre-Dame A deep cut lay on her left cheek as her precious blinding blood fell from her cheek much like the rest of her body, she had hit the steps of stone with such a force that she began to see black spots blind her.
"P-please don't hurt him...don't hurt Louis...i-i beg of you," she whispered out as she tried to get it to reach the soulless man that stood with her little brother in his arms
The devil man just smiled wickedly at her. "No promises, dear child,"
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Angel Of Paris
Fanfiction1482 Paris France. The people of Paris were losing hope. Judge Claude Frollo a cruel man with a hatred for love, joy but most of all the Rommi community, everyone feared him and feared what would happen to them if they did anything to disobey him, t...
