A/N: This is my first story here, I apologize if the vocabulary and style of writing isn't magnificent but I haven't realized how hard it is to write a story when you want it to entertain other people and when you want it to be perfect for them. OOC- Eponine but it was supposed to be like that. Thankyou barricadebutterfly for review and everyone else who followed . I will not update using a timetable or something as I am an extremely disorganized and busy person so I will update when I have time and don't have writer's block . Please review as it means a lot, also correct me on grammar as when it comes to it i am rather poor.
''The men thirst for a revolution, a war against us. Hungry beasts." Ian spat on the ground, close to Eponine's shoes. She shifted slightly,leaning against the wall. His voice had never sounded so cold before. Words flew out of his mouth but she wasn't able to grasp them, instead she studied his face. It basically screamed 'murder' at her, and though it was a commonly used word in their dialects never had it been something personal to him, as she could sense it was now.
She felt his spit on her face which added to the rain, and she was annoyed because she had no bloody clue why they were standing here out in the autumn weather in the dark of night, when they could've been sitting somewhere warm, sipping on coffee. Ian must have noticed she wasn't paying attention because he stopped talking, waiting for her to speak. She quickly swirled herself out of her tornado of thoughts.
''What?" she said, deliberately being obtuse. Ian sighed.
''You know what. You're not listening to me, you keep getting distracted. You're never like this Eponine, and this assignment is more important than anything you've ever known." Ian wiped his face from the rain, only for it to be showered on again. He was about to continue but Eponine cut in:
''I don't understand why it's so important though, these men are equal to all the other I killed. There were threats before, it's not like these are the first."
''But you don't need to understand, Eponine. You don't need to know. I don't want to cloud your mind with redundant information, just focus on the killing part. I want you to destroy their bodies and dreams, that is all". He pulled out a few pieces of paper and handed them to her. ''This is a wad of information about them, including pictures. I've got a cab coming for you that will take you to the airport, when you get to Paris call me and I'll give you directions to your hotel" he glanced at his watch. ''The cab should be here right now". After a few minutes of waiting, the cab came. Eponine opened the door and got in. Ian leaned down so that he was face to face with her.
''Shatter those men for me, will you?" he whispered. Eponine ignored his words and just closed the door and the let the taxi drive off.
Eponine was glad there was a glass wall seperating her and the taxi driver, she didn't like having polite chit-chats with strangers. She glanced down at the sheets of paper on her lap and started flicking through them, focusing on the photos. Most of the men were handsome, and all differed from each other. Some of the photos were unclear and she couldn't see the faces clearly but that was acceptable, the men hadn't known pictures of them were being taken.
The leader stood out like a flower surrounded by weeds, his golden hair curling around his face, his pale blue eyes charming. Eponine looked at the pride on his face, the vanity and carelessness hidden behind his eyes. Or a weed surrounded by flowers. She felt a sudden hate towards the men, especially him and she remembered Ian's words:
''Shatter them for me, will you?" Eponine smiled to herself and quietly whispered ''I will".
I'm sorry, this is so messed up and complicated and all happening to quickly but I'm writing this at midnight and I just want to post something so I will definitely change this chapter when I have time so that it makes more sense.