A/N: Thanks so much for reading! This is my first fanfic, so take it easy on me! I'm really enjoying writing this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Les Mis.
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Ch 1.
"Cold." she thought, "Why is it always so cold?" Eponine shivered as she pulled her tattered shawl tighter around her bony shoulders. She hurried through the near-freezing rain towards the ABC cafe. Suddenly, large, meaty hands grabbed her arm and covered her mouth as she was pulled into an alley.
"Well, well, well, who do we got here? The little hussy herself. Your father's lookin' for ya."
"So what?" Eponine hissed, now recognizing the voice of her captor.
"So?" Montparnasse laughed, "Fine then, don't go home. Thenardier wont be happy. However, I'd be glad not to tell him I found you. That is, if you do something for me." His eyes left no doubt in her mind of what the man wanted.
"That's not going to happen, 'Parnasse. Ever again. I'm done selling myself, and I'm done with you."
"You make it seem like I'm asking, 'Ponine. Funny thing. I'm not." The man growled, lust obvious in his voice. Montparnasse half threw the girl against the alley wall. Her head snapped back and hit the brick. Hard. Eponine yelped in pain. Then he against her. Eponine tried to fight as the man roughly kissed her and painfully groped her. Montparnasse shoved the girl to the ground. She hit her head again hard on the ground. The pain was all she could focus on, and she stopped struggling. After he finished, the man smirked, "You haven't changed a bit, 'Ponine. Still the common slut you've always been, ay?" And with that, Montparnasse kicked the girl and walked away.
Eponine felt the hate rising within her. She got up, ignoring the throbbing pain in her head and jogged as well as she could after he rapist, screaming profanities incoherently. Montparnasse, upon hearing this, grabbed Eponine by her upper arm and dragged her back into the alley.
"I'll make sure you dont follow me, putain*."
With one more hit to the head, Eponine succumbed to her injury and fell unconscious to the ground.
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After a particularly zealous meeting about the upcoming revolution, and how to make the people stand up and fight with them, Enjrolas left the other young men at the cafe. Granatiere was getting the students drunk, and Enjrolas had better things to do. Study, write his next speech, plan the whole damn revolution. As he was walking home to his flat, he didn't notice the large man hurriedly walking past him out of a near alley. He did, however, notice the young woman cursing at him as she followed. Before the young revolutionary could help this woman, her partner (or so he assumed), grabbed her and took her into the dark backstreet once again. Enjrolas stayed at the corner, waiting for the opportune moment to help the young woman.
Once the man came back out of the alley, Enjrolas stepped into it, looking for the girl. He tripped on something, and only on further investigation did he realize it was the girl. And that he new her. It was Marius' shadow, Ep-something or other. Eponine? Yeah, that was it. Eponine. The girl that was obviously in love with his close friend, yet was completely ignored. He tried to shake the girl awake, but to no avail. Enjrolas decided to carry the girl to his flat and get Joly to see if she's okay. He debated whether or not to call Marius, but ultimately determined not to, he was either drunk or swooning somewhere over that girl he'd been talking about recently.
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*Whore