Prologue
The roar of gunfire echoed in the otherwise empty streets. There were the screams of the dying and the wounded, broken bodies littering a barricade. There was a louder roar as a canon fired sounding briefly then silence broken once more by the sound of gunfire. Only the students on the barricade were hardly firing, most killed. With the loss of their leader and the flag fallen it was only a matter of time.
Adrien Enjolras lay half buried under rubble and the red flag of freedom that he'd been waving to frantically try and get support when he'd been knocked over by Nicholas Grantaire. With both unconscious – though one due to drunken stupor – when the soldiers of the National Guard came to check for any more living they were taken for dead after a mere kick.
Valjean had already left with Marius just before the search for survivors started, watched only briefly by one Javert. The convicts escape with one of the traitors not going unnoticed. However before he could give chase he was called away to monitor the search for the living and to give orders as to where they would be taken to be killed. Not one of the traitors would survive while he was there.
The grisly process of searching among the dead carried on throughout the remainder of that day and into the next day, before such was called off due to the more pressing need to force the peace and prevent any more uprisings occurring as an aftermath.