Heyo! So I got this idea while trying to think of things that would make a friend of mine cry. This one did the job. I'm planning on this being a chapter fic but I only posted this much just to see what people thought before continuing it. This is my first story so any criticism comments questions or otherwise are very much appreciated!
I don't own les mis or the characters, lord knows what would happen if I did.
"Then I'll scream" and scream she did. So that the whole neighborhood would hear. Her father and his men were not going anywhere near that house! She wouldn't couldn't stand to see Marius if anything happened to the girl he obviously loved.
"You bitch!" her father spat through gritted teeth. forcefully he dragged her off the street and into a nearby alley.
"Do you have any idea what you've done?!" and he hit her, it was nothing she was not already used to. A punch now and then when he managed to get enough money to be drunk. Usually she just took it, knowing it would be over soon. But not this time, oh no, she had done something right, something to be proud of! And she fought back.
"Let me go or I'll scream again!" struggling against his grip. "oh no you don't!" and he choked her, just enough for her to not be able to make a sound. And then, he really hit her, hard, in the stomach. And he kept going, and going, and going…
Eponine was losing consciousness fast. Tears streaming down her face her only conscious thought was, "for Marius, it's all worth it for Marius". Then, with a final punch to the jaw, she was out.
Across town a depressed Enjolras sat forlornly at the bar of the ABC Café. Something had not been right tonight, Marius, Marius had changed. And it was all because of some girl.
Just earlier that day it had been like old times, he and Marius, saving the world. Taking arms for whats right. Next to him, Enjolras could do anything. They could save france! And when Marius looked into his eyes, that fire, that passion! His looks renewed Enjolras, through it all, the threats the near certainty of failure, the fire in his eyes was his beacon of hope.
But today, when they had gathered, Marius wouldn't even meet his eyes. When he managed t catch a glimpse of them, they were far away, dreaming of someone with golden hair, and it wasn't him.
Gah! No, the revolution was more important, he could not let something as insignificant as his love -
Love? Is that was this is? Could he possibly lo-
No! It doesn't matter, even if he did lo- think of Marius in that way, the revolution had to come first he had to get the though of Marius and those burning eyes out of his head!
Enjolras groaned, rubbing the palms of his hands in his eyes he called for another drink. Heh, he would have to watch himself lest he become like Grantaire.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of a door closing. He looked up to see a bloody and bruised Eponine stumble into the café.