Bonjour friends!
:D So, I decided to take another swing at writing a fanfiction and let us all hope this one is better than Don't You Fret.
I hate that one.
Just
Ew
ANYWAY~ This one is planned to have two chapters; one of Gavroche's death and the other of him in Heaven.
Please read and review! :D
Disclaimer: I own only the story. Victor Hugo owns Les Miserables and the characters. The song, "Little People" is from the musical.
Enjoy~
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"GAVROCHE, DON'T YOU DARE!"
Gavroche ignored the pleas of his fellow comrades and continued to shoot down the front of the barricade. He was too far and too devoted to the revolution to turn back now. He froze when his feet touched the ground and felt a cold chill crawl up his spine. "Was this fear?" He asked himself. "No, I've never been scared! There's no way I can be afraid now!" The sound of a piece of furniture falling and Couryferac scrambling over the barricade, begging him to come back, made him hesitate. But no matter what, he wasn't going back. Gavroche knelt down and began to collect pouches of ammunition, and he sang mockingly to the National Guard as he did so,
"Little people know,
When little people fight!
We may look easy pickings but we got some bite-"
Gavroche yelped softly and hissed in pain; he felt red liquid dripping down his head. "It grazed my head…" He reflected to himself. "That was real close." No matter how badly the wound hurt, he pressed on and sang in an almost contemptuous manner to the soldiers.
"So don't kick a dog,
'Cause he's just a pup!
We'll fight like twenty armies
And we won't give up!
So you better run for cover,
When…"
Gavroche began to stand, gripping a bag full of ammo.
"The pup…"
He raised the bag of ammo and pointed accusingly to the guards, a sneer spread on his face. He spitted at them before raising his voice in song for the last time.
"Grows—"