16/4/13
Hey I know I shouldn't be starting another fanfiction but I have an excuse! This is my grumpy fanfiction; the fan fiction I write when I am angry or sad and those emotions turn into distressing writing. So as I do not want to ruin my other fics I put them all into one. Also this won't have regular updates so sorry guys. This is when the mood strikes me.
Hope you enjoy this little prologue as a teaser and explanation
Lost Without His Guide
Chapter 1 - Prologue
"The police have been making threats again," Combeferre stated as they walked together.
"Let them threaten us. They cannot do anything legally and we have two lawyers in our midst. They will not risk anything illegal," Enjolras retorted proudly.
"But the Surete will!" Combeferre protested. "They are going to be looking for you, you need to be careful," he insisted pulling back on Enjolras' shoulder. "You are the leader it is not safe for you to be displaying yourself like this," he protested. The younger blonde pulled his shoulder out of Combeferre's grasp.
"Those idiots will not ruin what we have worked so hard for," Enjolras insisted.
"Don't risk your own life. Take it slow!" Combeferre shouted back at him as they walked.
"I will not take it slow Combeferre!" he retorted curtly. Combeferre sighed in desperation at Enjolras' actions. They walked in silence with Combeferre his usual stride behind Enjolras. This was how they had always walked. Suddenly a hand clasped Combeferre across the mouth and another round the waist. Combeferre shouted and struggled with all his might but the hands were too strong as they dragged him backwards into the shadows of an alley. He kicked his assailant and took pride and making him grimace in pain. The man held a cloth tightly over his mouth and nose and despite Combeferre's valiant struggles, he felt himself succumb to unconsciousness. He fell limp in his captor's arms.
"The people need saving now Ferre!" Enjolras insisted frowning when he was met only with silence. He turned around and Combeferre was nowhere to be seen. "Ferre … Lucien!" he shouted. "I know you are angry with me but this isn't funny!" he shouted spinning around and striding back to the place where Combeferre had last talked to him. A note was fluttering in the wind pinned with a knife to the wall. Beads of blood ran off the knife running down the piece of paper that was addressed to Ricard Enjolras. Enjolras pulled the knife out and opened the note hesitantly. It read: Dear Mr Enjolras. You have caused us great deals of trouble. Now it is my turn to play with you! I have your friend Monsieur Combeferre and it is his blood that is on this message. Every two hours the revolution is still running, another injury will appear on your little friend. The first will be at three. We will find you when all is finished. If you try and tell anyone of our deal or show anyone this message then you will not see him again … alive! Have fun! Enjolras choked in horror. They couldn't do this to Combeferre. They just couldn't. Enjolras didn't know what to do; he couldn't stop the revolution but yet he couldn't let Combeferre get hurt because of his stubborn actions. His heart made the decision for him. He ran towards the Musian; time to stop a revolution of his own making.
