Ok so hi guys it's me, Sophie. I have a lot of hope for this fanfic. Anyway, here we go
CHAPTER 01
Enjolras looked around the barricade and saw his friends. Jean Prouvaire, was holding the red flag of freedom. It stood mighty and fierce in his soft precise hands, only to fall out on the ground after he was shot 7 times, in the chest. He saw Courfeyrac screaming in anger and agony at his boyfriend's death, and went stabbed the French army men with his knife. But soon he too, was overpowered and the knife skidded out of his hand. He fell to the floor, his last thoughts being. 'I love you Jeam Prouvaire.'
Soon he was lying next to Jehan, his usually warm face cold and hard, emptied of light and warmth.
Enjolras looked to the other side of the barricade and saw Combeffere shooting french men. H seemed very courageous, but he ran out of ammunition, and the French army men held him down and stabbed him repeatedly.
Bahorel and Bossuet were back to back fending off the army men; with no look. He then saw Marius on top of the barricade, shooting the men, and if they got to close he would stab them.
But the French army men weren't stupid, they were quite cunning. Soon Marius, unaware, was being shot at. He then sees a form of movement out of the corner of his eye, and turns to see a dirtied girl running up to barricades. She jumped in front of Marius, sticking her hand out in front of her, and the bullet pierced her skin. The French army men gave a look of surprise, and ran off. Marius turned and screamed in pain at his dying friend, and picked her up and ran into the medical centre. Halfway there Marius was shot in the back. And dropped Eponine, and fired one last shot at an officer, before dying.
Enjolras walked in and got another look at the girl, thinking 'that's Éponine.'
Enjolras sighed and picked her up like a baby, then a sudden thought occurred to his mind.
'Where was Grantaire?'
"Grantaire! Grantaire were are you?"
He felt something tap his shoulder and looked down to see Eponine pointing up. He looked up and saw a figure cornered near a window in a house, and immediately rushed into the house, still carrying Eponine. He raced up the stairs and saw Grantaire p, pressed against a window, and army men with guns pointed at him. Enjolras walked passed and stood next to Grantaire.
The men looked at him.
"Do you want to die?" One of the army officers sneered at him,
"No. But if they want to have a war, let it start here."
A trigger was pulled and Enjolras pulled Grantaire on the floor with him, and sprang forward into the army officers. They fell down like sticks in the wind. Enjolras, Grantaire and Éponine were outside when they saw something they thought they'd never see.
In the place of the small barricade, was a giant one. It was made out of the original barricade and was now huge.
But on it was the most amazing site, all the barricade boys and volunteers were singing the song they had sung to gather volunteers.
"Do you hear the people sing? Singing the song of angry men."
Enjolras stood, with Eponine in his arms and Grantaire beside him, staring at the barricade.
At the foot of the barricade, were french army men shooting it, but to their dismay the bullets didnt pierce the angelic barricade. H smiled slightly but it quickly died as he saw a small figure of Éponine slowly appearing on the barricade. He looked down at Éponine and saw her drift into unconsciousness.
"Do you want to stay with us? Me and Éponine?" Enjolras asked.
"No, thank you, I have a home. Thanks for the lover though, and I better get home. Out of this place." So Grantaire walked off.
Soon Éponine was unconscious and sleeping, a small smile on her face. She was dying, but she had a couple days to live.
"Phantom faces, at he windows." He sang softly. "Phantom shadows, on the floor," he sang, with more power.
"Empty chairs, at empty tables." He sang, looking at the café Musain for the last time before heading off through we're the barricade had been. It had faded away, and he was walking through the coming rain. "Where my friends, will sing." He sang, tears forming in his eyes. "No more."
"Oh my friends my friends, don't ask me!" He cried, not caring who heard, "what your sacrifice, was for!" Although he knew why they had died, for France, he still sang it. "Empty chairs, At empty tables," he choked, tears streaming down his face. "Where my friends," he sang. "Will sing." He sang even softer the before. "No, more."
The battle was lost, and Enjolras was taking Éponine into his care.'shes the only thing I have left. In memory of the boys. If I lose her, I lose them. Again.' He thought.
That night he treated Éponine to her wounds, and she was going to survive.
He put her into his bed and he slept on the couch. Éponine was still unconscious and he was worrying, but he fell asleep nonetheless.
Ok so what do you guys think? Please review so I can continue!
Cosette: This is so sad :.(
Me: ya I know... But it will get happier... Trust me...
Cosette: YAYA! I like happy things.
Marius: OMG! Me too! We're perfect!
Enj: *sarcastically. Of course!
Cosette: I know right! Who doesn't agree.
me: *cough everyone *cough.
Cosette: oh! Are you sick?
Joly: SICK! DID SOMEONE SAY SICK? OH GOD! SOPHIE IS SICK! EVERYONE RUN!
me: Im not sick.
JOLY: DENIAL! RUN!
me: IM NOT SICK!
everyone except me: *silence.
me: BACK IN THE LAPTOP!