I Felt It
Disclaimer: Victor Hugo owns all of these characters, which are just Éponine and Marius. I snatched words from his book Les Misèrables(duh). The lyrics that I stole and used in this fanfic are copyrighted (I hope, if they're not, I'll take them :)) by Herbert Kretzmer, and the musical is by Alain Boublil (is that how you spell his name?) and Claude-Michel Schönberg.
It hurts more that any beating my father has ever given me. I think I'm going to throw up. Nothing comes. I'm in too much pain. I bite my shirt.
Then I see him. Monsieur Marius. I crawl towards the handsome figure.
"M'sieur Marius!" I can barely choke out the words. He looks around him, and doesn't see me. I groan, with unhappiness, and with pain.
"M'sieur Marius!" I rasp more urgently, adding, "at your feet." He has an odd questioning look in his eyes. "Don't you recgonize me?"
"No." I cough, and say,
"Éponine." He kneels on the ground next to me.
"Dear God! Éponine, it is you! Are you hurt?" I gulp and try to nod.
"A little." He touches my hand, causing me to shudder.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, not really.well, yes." I try to smile.
"What happened?"
"I've been pierced by a ball?"
"A ball?"
"Yes. You saw the musket aimed at you, yes?" Marius nods. "I had no time to think, I put my hand before it. It hit my hand, passed through my back. Everyone shall die here. But I don't feel any pain. Nothing can hurt me now."
"If only I could heal you, 'Ponine!" His voice is a squeak, I look up and see tears in his eyes.
"You can do better. Just hold me now and comfort me." The beating of my heart is becoming slower.
"I won't desert you, Éponine! And you know that if it were in my power, you'd live forever."
"Will you do me one favor, M'sieur?"
"Yes." I hesitate, then ask,
"Do you promise?"
"Yes, Éponine, I promise." My chest relaxes.
"Kiss me on the forehead when I'm dead, I know that I'll feel it."
"I'll do it!" Marius promises me. I smile, though I know that I will be dead within the next thirty seconds. I close my eyes for a moment, mustering all of the strength I can for my last words. My eyelids flutter open, and I look up at him sweetly, feeling a feeling that I have never felt before.
"And did you know, M'sieur Marius, I think," I swallow quickly, "that I wasa little bit in love with you." I attempt to smile, and die.
And then, there it is. Pressure against my forehead. He kept his promise.
THE END
So, what do you think of this one? Written at my friend's New Year's Eve Party, while everyone else was doing Christina Aguilera karaoke. Please review!
Disclaimer: Victor Hugo owns all of these characters, which are just Éponine and Marius. I snatched words from his book Les Misèrables(duh). The lyrics that I stole and used in this fanfic are copyrighted (I hope, if they're not, I'll take them :)) by Herbert Kretzmer, and the musical is by Alain Boublil (is that how you spell his name?) and Claude-Michel Schönberg.
It hurts more that any beating my father has ever given me. I think I'm going to throw up. Nothing comes. I'm in too much pain. I bite my shirt.
Then I see him. Monsieur Marius. I crawl towards the handsome figure.
"M'sieur Marius!" I can barely choke out the words. He looks around him, and doesn't see me. I groan, with unhappiness, and with pain.
"M'sieur Marius!" I rasp more urgently, adding, "at your feet." He has an odd questioning look in his eyes. "Don't you recgonize me?"
"No." I cough, and say,
"Éponine." He kneels on the ground next to me.
"Dear God! Éponine, it is you! Are you hurt?" I gulp and try to nod.
"A little." He touches my hand, causing me to shudder.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, not really.well, yes." I try to smile.
"What happened?"
"I've been pierced by a ball?"
"A ball?"
"Yes. You saw the musket aimed at you, yes?" Marius nods. "I had no time to think, I put my hand before it. It hit my hand, passed through my back. Everyone shall die here. But I don't feel any pain. Nothing can hurt me now."
"If only I could heal you, 'Ponine!" His voice is a squeak, I look up and see tears in his eyes.
"You can do better. Just hold me now and comfort me." The beating of my heart is becoming slower.
"I won't desert you, Éponine! And you know that if it were in my power, you'd live forever."
"Will you do me one favor, M'sieur?"
"Yes." I hesitate, then ask,
"Do you promise?"
"Yes, Éponine, I promise." My chest relaxes.
"Kiss me on the forehead when I'm dead, I know that I'll feel it."
"I'll do it!" Marius promises me. I smile, though I know that I will be dead within the next thirty seconds. I close my eyes for a moment, mustering all of the strength I can for my last words. My eyelids flutter open, and I look up at him sweetly, feeling a feeling that I have never felt before.
"And did you know, M'sieur Marius, I think," I swallow quickly, "that I wasa little bit in love with you." I attempt to smile, and die.
And then, there it is. Pressure against my forehead. He kept his promise.
THE END
So, what do you think of this one? Written at my friend's New Year's Eve Party, while everyone else was doing Christina Aguilera karaoke. Please review!