Second chapter yay! ^^ Thanks to Starishadow, you're awesome XD
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He tore at the cardboard decorations on the metal walls and, to his relief, found an air vent big enough to climb through. "Give me a leg up" he turned to Grantaire, who quickly did it, although Enjolras did not miss the slight blush spreading across Grantaire's cheek.
Enjolras crawled into the vent and offered his hand to help Grantaire up. The younger man took it and Enjolras pulled him up. He studied his face closely, noticing that Taire's bottom lip was trembling slightly. The leader smiled at him, hoping it would give him at least some comfort and started crawling through the tunnel. All the way he could hear Taire's shaking breaths. "Ok... there's something... it may be the way out..." Grantaire sighed in relief.
The leader kicked the vent grate out and lowered himself down. Grantaire jumped after him, before he could even look around, which slightly annoyed Enjolras, as he had a strange voice in his chest that told him he didn't like the idea of letting Grantaire do something unsafe.
They looked around. They were in a dirty, old fashioned room with a single, flickering lightbulb hanging down from the ceiling. "Look! There's a door" said the drunkard and as he came to it, he looked at the leader, as if asking for his permission. The golden-haired man nodded his assent and moved closer to Grantaire. He still didn't know why he was acting this way towards him. He just was.
Taire pushed the door but nothing happened. He tried again and again but it was locked. He looked desperately over at Enjolras, who was trying not to panic. There was another door, that they didn't notice before, even though Enjolras could've sworn that there was nothing rhere just a moment ago. He reached to open it, but at the moment he touched the handle, it burst open and something launched itself at him. It would have got him, had Grantaire not thrown himself in front of him, attracting the creature's attention to himself instead. It was a foul, shapeless thing, with long claws and a deformed snout. It screeched, and its voice, that was somehow chillingly low and ear-deafeningly high at the same time, pierced through the air and made their heads throb. It clung to Grantaire's face, and there was a sickening ripping sound as he fell to the ground and stopped struggling. Fearing what could be happening, or what had perhaps already happened, Enjolras flung himself at the monstrosity with nothing but his bare hands. His only thought was to protect his friend.
Ehehe another cliffy
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