Hey dear readers! Here's the next chapter. Please note that Eponine's death won't be in the first attack. Really hope you enjoy and approve! :D By the way, does anyone else think Ramin is perfect for Enjolras and he should have been in the movie? Just wondering…
Chapter Four
Eponine lay hidden in the darkness, her mournful eyes raised to the moonless sky. She sat with her head tilted at an angle—she heard the students of the revolution gathered together to reminisce in days gone by.
The young men would both laugh and weep, recall better days and regret mistakes. They laughed as if they did not care what tomorrow would bring, but they also wept for their families, for their beloved, and for their country. Sorrowful tears were shed that night by many a man—none ashamed to show that they were, indeed, still little boys dreading death. And yet they did not give in to their fear, for everyone feels fear. The true heroes were those who overcame it. So through tears their eyes flashed, threatening and courageous, and through mourning, there came triumph.
In all this, Eponine lay silent and motionless, so that a person who might see her would not know if she was reminiscing as well or really listening.
The first fight had lifted the men's spirits. They had stood firm throughout the battle, firm through the shower of relentless firing. None of the students had fallen, and hopes were high. While the men rejoiced and Enjolras warned them of a second attack, Monsieur Marius despaired. Why would death not come to him, when he welcomed it with open arms?
The men were starting to scatter from the gathering. Enjolras prepared himself for a long night awake, until Monsieur Joly came to take over and his shift ended. He walked to and fro, watching as the men settled down to sleep on the hard floors of their beloved barricade. Marius was tossing around, mumbling something in his sleep.
So Enjolras continued his walk, rounding a rather shadowy corner. Suddenly a sound of shuffling and a sharp gasp came from beneath him. He stooped down and saw in the darkness two eyes shining at him. Through the darkness the revolutionary leader could see it was a girl.
"Pardon, mademoiselle!"
"I am fine." She tried sitting up but Enjolras realized there was something wrong.
"You are hurt!" He knelt down quickly but she tried pushing him away.
"It is nothing, really," said she, giving him a sickly smile. "See, I can sit up! I am fine!"
But clearly she was not. There was something wet on his hands as he tried lifting her. "I must call for help," he murmured.
"No!" she said quickly. "No, do not wake them."
"What shall I do then!" asked the other impatiently.
"Marius," said she, her voice low and indistinct. "Marius." And then the girl was lost in the darkness.