Disclaimer: I do not own Les Miserables.
"Please! Let us in!" The cry of my fellow comrade almost breaks my heart. I know there is no choice, except for us to flee now. "Come
on!"I pull him away from the door of those damned civilians, and drag him into the wine shop. The other surviving members of the ABC
seem to get the gist, and swiftly enter the wine shop as well. I know it would only be a matter of time before we are all dead, but at
least each and everyone of us has fought hard. Before I run up to the second story of the building, I make sure to grab a red tablecloth
as a sign of my final attempt to rebel.
At first, I thought that the leaders would come marching up the stairs, and so their next move takes me by surprise. As my friends
stand around the room, unsure of what to do, I hear the sound of gunshots. Then my friends fall onto the ground. Only I remain
unhurt. Damn those leaders, I think, they have shot us from below! My grasp on the table cloth tightens. Soon, I hear the pounding of
footsteps coming up the stairs. It is the leaders. They point their guns towards me, wanting to shoot me, but at the same time
reluctant to do so. Maybe the fighting has gone into their head, and they know that once I am dead, the revolution will be over. I
hardly react. I just glare at them, but in a manner signalling that I am about to give up. Just as they tighten their grips on the triggers
and are about to shoot, Grantaire appears at the top of the steps, and joins me. The leaders seem unsettled that another rebel has
come and join me, and stop just as they are about to shoot. Let me bring this to an end, I think, andI raise the red table cloth I have been holding all this
while. "Viva la-" before my sentence ends, a resounding shot echoes throughout the room. A sharp pain enters my body, and I fall out the window,
tablecloth still in hand, and my world turns into eternal darkness.
There! My first Les Miserables fic! Hoped you liked it!