As Quasimodo sat alone in the bell tower he once loved more then anything, he dreamed of more. The lonely bell ringer deserved much more than he received, but he didn't know of anything better than his conditions.
Quasimodo sat silently until the solid wood door creaked open.
"Lunch, Quasimodo" the tall worn, but powerful figure stated.
"Y..yes master." Quasimodo gestured, as he prepared the table for his master, and him.
As Quasimodo reached to grab his wooden glass filled with red wine, he accidentally knocked it over, and all over frollo, his masters cloak, and face.
Frollo stood up and grabbed Quasimodo by his green, peasant made shirt, a back hand slapped him across the face. Quasimodo's face, red with embarrassment and pain, burned of something even more hurt and damaged.
"You'll learn someday boy. Until then, you'll be punished." Frollo said in disgust as he released his clutching hands from Quasimodo's shirt.
"Yes...m..master." Quasimodo whispered.
Quasimodo sat alone, and shivered in disgust, he hated himself, after all, he'd been told for 20 years that he was a monster, abomination, and horrid sight.
I walked through the cathedral, and enjoyed the silent humming coming from...well I don't know. As I kept on, I came across a stair case, so of course I started up it. "When will this staircase end?" I said in impatience, but I was soon to come of a light opening with a torch beside it.
"Bells?" I said as my eyes sparkled in the moonlight. I ventured along a beautiful walkway leading to the opposing side I was on before. As I kept on walking I heard a violent crash, so obviously I stopped in fright. "S...someone's up here..." I said as I stayed completely still behind a pillar, covering my mouth. More crashes emerged, it sounded like a tornado was ravaging the place, but just as I thought the coast was clear, I heard a man break down into tears, and hen before I knew it I heard another crash.
"Who would be up this late?" I whispered fearfully to myself. I eventually gained enough courage to peak my head out and see what was going on, but it was....it was horrifying..
Quasimodo sat there holding his bleeding face,"master...p..please." He begged, as Frollo kicked his gut. "One day you'll learn you filthy abomination! One day you'll learn!" Frollo said yelled in hatred as he continued kicking and stomping on the defenseless creature.
"What was he doing! Why! Who is that man!" Thoughts rushed through my mind, but all I could do was act," forget safety! I need to help!" My mind screamed.
I ran as fast as I could pushing the worn man away from the poor creature.
"What the hell are you doing! You monster!" I screamed in pure anger, stepping I front of Quasimodo. Frollo took a step foreword but my face turned red as I yelled," take one more step and you'll get it!" What could I say?! What did I just do?! What am I doing?!
Frollo grinned as he turned his back to both of them and slowly walked to the stairs,"very well runt. You'll be sorry. Very sorry indeed." He said chuckling down the stairs.
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The poor, strange creature just sat on the ground covering his face. There was blood all over the stone ground next to him, and, through his hands, i could see blood dripping onto the cold ground.
"your hurt!" I said, quickly toppling to his side.
"Don't look at me..." He said trying to mask the pain.
"How can that man be so cruel to you..." I said in a soft compassionate tone, as i gently placed my small hands over his hands, which were on his face.
"Please go...He'll come back soon, and when he does-"
"quiet," I said as I softly attempted to lift his hands from his wound," Let me tend to your wound."
His grip tightened to his face.
"Don't look at me," He said trying to hold in the tears from pain,"Please just go, you'll be better off gone."
"I'm not leaving until you allow me to assist you." I said firmly.
"Don't make me force you out," he said coldly.
I was shocked at his reply. I was just trying to help and he wouldn't accept it. Did he think he'd be better off waiting for the old man to come back?
"As you wish," I said standing up. I tried to make it apparent that I was annoyed with him, so maybe I could at least get another word out of him, but he was silent. Well, until I got to the exit way that is.
"w..wait." he said standing up with his hand still over most of his face," Maybe..maybe I can sneak out and show you Paris sometime after I heal."
I looked slightly confused,"but how will you-"
"I have my ways." He said in an assuring manner.
How would he get out? What would that old man do if he saw him trying to sneak out? I couldn't bear to watch him get beaten on his own behalf: how could I possibly watch him get beaten on mine? I just had to trust him.
