Eponine stirred, pain raking her body as the stagnant air
around her rushed into her lungs.
Pictures flashed through her mind.the letter. barricades. the students.Marius.. Marius! She shot up, the pain causing her to cry out, the sewers carrying her cry to their dark corners.
She was in the sewers. How did she get here? She had been in his arms, she had kissed him, it had all been so perfect then.then nothing. She couldn't remember a thing.
The sloshing sound in the murky water gave Eponine plenty of warning that some one was coming, she lay back down closed her eyes and prayed that she could pass or one of the dead.
"Bloody fools the lot of 'em! Still more for me" The man chuckled as he relieved a body of one of its more valuable items.
Eponine recognized the voice straight away, it was her father, Thenardier. She screwed her eyes shut. She would not, could not got back to that life.
Thenardier drew closer and bent over the girl. "Hmm now there's a familiar face." He bent closer to Eponine's grimy face "Very familiar." he mused.
I'm your daughter you idiotic excuse of a man her mind screamed. But she dared not move, she would not go back ever!
"Ha! Well you're my daughter are you not! Well nothing of worth there I'll be sure" he cackled to himself then moved on down the sewer, his sloshy footsteps growing fainter down the tunnel.
Eponine slowly opened her eyes once more, he was gone, she was safe. She struggled to her feet and surveyed the damage to her body.
Her right hand was shattered through the middle and there were heavy bloodstains down the front of her clothes, after closer inspection Eponine found the bullet wound.
"Hm, such mess from such a little hole" her voice sounded unnaturally loud in the eerie silence.
"How the Hell am I going to get out of here?" She turned towards the lightest tunnel and prayed that the end wasn't to far away.
Quasimodo watched as the National Guards tore down the remainder of the barricades. Even his beloved Notre Dame hadn't escaped the destruction of the revolution. He sighed as he saw the ruble from the base of the Cathedral being moved from the doors as the wealthy and the poor came together to pray for their souls in this time of upheaval. So many wasted lives and for what? For freedom? Some freedom. Quasimodo watched as people were marched out of their homes and convicted to death for helping the "trouble makers". The National Gaurds swamped the streets like an army of ants, accusing anyone and everyone who had a smudge of black on their clothes or their cheeks of betrayal to France.
He sighed again then scarped back to the main room of the Bell tower. He could hear footsteps, it was his master, Frollo.
"Morning master" he said a bit to enthusiastically.
"Morning Quasimodo. Look at them, pitiful fools who think they can change the world. Will they never learn?"
"No master"
"The powers that be will always be, there must be a master and a servant or chaos will prevail. That's how it should be, that's how it has been and will always be. Isn't that right boy?"
"Yes master" But how he wished it wasn't.
Pictures flashed through her mind.the letter. barricades. the students.Marius.. Marius! She shot up, the pain causing her to cry out, the sewers carrying her cry to their dark corners.
She was in the sewers. How did she get here? She had been in his arms, she had kissed him, it had all been so perfect then.then nothing. She couldn't remember a thing.
The sloshing sound in the murky water gave Eponine plenty of warning that some one was coming, she lay back down closed her eyes and prayed that she could pass or one of the dead.
"Bloody fools the lot of 'em! Still more for me" The man chuckled as he relieved a body of one of its more valuable items.
Eponine recognized the voice straight away, it was her father, Thenardier. She screwed her eyes shut. She would not, could not got back to that life.
Thenardier drew closer and bent over the girl. "Hmm now there's a familiar face." He bent closer to Eponine's grimy face "Very familiar." he mused.
I'm your daughter you idiotic excuse of a man her mind screamed. But she dared not move, she would not go back ever!
"Ha! Well you're my daughter are you not! Well nothing of worth there I'll be sure" he cackled to himself then moved on down the sewer, his sloshy footsteps growing fainter down the tunnel.
Eponine slowly opened her eyes once more, he was gone, she was safe. She struggled to her feet and surveyed the damage to her body.
Her right hand was shattered through the middle and there were heavy bloodstains down the front of her clothes, after closer inspection Eponine found the bullet wound.
"Hm, such mess from such a little hole" her voice sounded unnaturally loud in the eerie silence.
"How the Hell am I going to get out of here?" She turned towards the lightest tunnel and prayed that the end wasn't to far away.
Quasimodo watched as the National Guards tore down the remainder of the barricades. Even his beloved Notre Dame hadn't escaped the destruction of the revolution. He sighed as he saw the ruble from the base of the Cathedral being moved from the doors as the wealthy and the poor came together to pray for their souls in this time of upheaval. So many wasted lives and for what? For freedom? Some freedom. Quasimodo watched as people were marched out of their homes and convicted to death for helping the "trouble makers". The National Gaurds swamped the streets like an army of ants, accusing anyone and everyone who had a smudge of black on their clothes or their cheeks of betrayal to France.
He sighed again then scarped back to the main room of the Bell tower. He could hear footsteps, it was his master, Frollo.
"Morning master" he said a bit to enthusiastically.
"Morning Quasimodo. Look at them, pitiful fools who think they can change the world. Will they never learn?"
"No master"
"The powers that be will always be, there must be a master and a servant or chaos will prevail. That's how it should be, that's how it has been and will always be. Isn't that right boy?"
"Yes master" But how he wished it wasn't.