Hello, there! This is the first Chapter of a new story. The story will be kind of short and I don't know how long it will take to upload. Hope you like!
"Fire!"
Smoke and gunpowder filled the air as guns fired off the barricade. Several people were hunched behind it, firing occasionally. A young boy crawled out from behind a box, coughing.
"Gavroche?" asked a blond man, "What are you doing? I told you to get out of here!"
The boy sat up. Well, as much as he could while still keeping low. He started to say something, but another explosion sounded and they both hit the ground. The boy gestured to the other side of the barricade.
"I want to stay and fight! 'Sides, Enjolras, do you expect me to get out of here with this kind of gunfire?" he asked.
Enjolras took several deep breaths and shook his head. "Alright, you can stay for now, on one condition."
"What's that?"
"That you keep low and go when this wave is..."
BOOM! They both hit the ground again. Enjolras got up, looked at the barricade, and swore several times under his breath, King's Speech style. Half of the barricade was gone, and soldiers were swarming over it.
"Retreat to the café!" he yelled.
The rest of the Amis followed his order. It was once they were inside the café that the problem really started. The soldiers had somehow worked their way around from the back.
"Split up!" someone yelled. "They can't catch us all!"
Enjolras and Gavroche ran one way, weaving through halls and tripping over loose boards, eventually reaching the back room where the Amis used to meet. They found Grantire snoring on the table and ducked under the tablecloth, almost bumping into the two people who were already under there.
"Ow!" yelped Jehan as Gavroche bumped into him and Courfeyrac.
"Shush!" whispered Enjolras.
There they waited, hardly daring to breathe.
A minute later, soldiers burst into the room. "Leave no stone unturned!" yelled the lieutenant commanding them.
The soldiers spread out around the room, checking the rafters and behind the bookshelves. The lieutenant went over to a table that had a man snoring on it. "You there!" snapped the lieutenant, "Have you seen the rebels?"
Grantire snorted and opened one eye sleepily. "Someone shay my name?" he slurred.
"Have you seen the rebels?" said the lieutenant.
"Nopesh. Checked the barricade?"
As the lieutenant facepalmed, a private walked up. "Sir, we've found something."
He was holding a small, beeping silver box.
"What the $!# is that?" asked the lieutenant.
"No idea, sir."
Grantire sluggishly raised his head and started giggling as the device started smoking and beeping faster. The private yelped and threw the device under the table. He could've sworn he heard a whispered "crap" before there was a loud boom and a flash of light. When the soldiers looked again, the table and Grantire were gone. There was nothing but an empty space on the floor.
"Must've exploded," mumbled the lieutenant. "Let's go find the others."
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