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I soon made it to Saint Michel and started to pass out the cockades, many people accepted them, but many men declined and went on their way. I told everyone who accepted a cockade as much information as I saw fit, since I knew I had to be cautious of spy's and the National Guard.

I tapped on an old lady's shoulder, she was hunched over, she looked thin, and her hair was a tangled blonde mess. "Excuse me Madame, would you accept this cockade to support a noble cause?" I inquired. The old woman perked up when she heard my voice.

"Oh, thank you sweetie," she said not turning around, her voice sounded slightly familiar. Then the woman stood up straight and grabbed me with one hand over my mouth and the other pinning my arm behind my back.

"Got 'er Thenardier," my mother said as my lanky, sorry excuse for a man of a father came out of the shadows; his nose was more crooked from the last time I saw him. Good job Enjolras.

"Well don't just stand there, bring her," he snapped like a ferocious dog, "and stop her from squirming!" Next thing I knew I heard a thump, then I saw nothing and my body went limp.

Enjolras's POV

Soon after I left Eponine, I handed out cockades to anyone I could find, lucky for me no one rejected them or punched me. I told people about the rally taking place, but that was all I was willing to risk, I couldn't jeopardize the National Guard finding out. It was starting to get later so I headed to the Cafe, the rest of the Les Amis should be there getting ready for the rally since it was two thirty. I wonder if Eponine is having the same luck.

Eponine's POV

I woke up with a headache, but that wasn't the worst of my problems, I was in my 'room', and pain was shooting through my leg and my left side. What did they do? My head throbbed and I started to remember.

I opened my eyes with a pounding headache and saw my fathers fist come at me and I felt it connect with my right cheek, but I didn't cry out; I couldn't give him that satisfaction. Next I heard him yell something.

"You think you can just directly disobey your father and not get away with it," he kicked my side, "I raised you better Eponine!" he roared, delivering another kick.

I struggled with my hands and realized they were tied behind my back and gave out a dark chuckle. "How can you call yourself my father? Or a man for that matter, you had to tie me up in order to beat me," I yelled at him from my spot on the floor.

"Why you little wrench!" he picked me up by my hair, I tried not to wince, and he threw me against the wall, that was when I passed out.

I have to get out of here, I looked around at the door then the window. All my 'sheets' or rags were still here and since the door was most likely locked or worst was unlocked and my parents were down stairs waiting for the excuse of me sneaking out to beat me again. The window was the way to go. I gathered all the cloth I could and tied them together then tied them to the broken piece of windowsill, not too safe, but my only chance. My whole body ached but I climbed over the windowsill and started my slow climb down. On my way down I felt the 'rope' jerk and I looked up, the windowsill was breaking! I started descending faster, but that only made it worst. The windowsill broke and I fell, it was a good thing I was only five feet off the ground. I looked up at the sky and it looked to be about three thirty. I had to go to the Musain.

Enjolras's POV

It was now three thirty and everyone had done their tasks well.

"Courfeyrac guns? Bahorel, ammunition and powder? Joly, medical supplies?" I waited for their answers. Courfeyrac went first.

"We now have forty seven guns," he replied and Gavroche looked proud.

"We have fifteen barrels of gun powder and twenty crates of ammunition," Bahorel replied pointing to the corner, he had stacked the barrels and crates in the far left corner.

"We have enough medical supplies to last us two revolutions, Enjolras," Joly said.

"This is good. Great work everyone, when we get back all drinks are on Grantier," I joked, cracking the smallest hint of a smile. The drunk looked up from his stupor.

"What?!" he asked cradling his bottle to his chest as if it were a baby, the men laughed and I went to get ready when Marius comes barging in.

"I am terribly sorry I'm late," he apologized out of breath.

"Late? Marius late would be showing up thirty minutes after the fact, not seven hours later," he shrunk into the seat he had taken and I relaxed myself. "In any case it is good you showed up, is Eponine with you?" I inquired and he looked confused.

"Why would Eponine be with me?" he asked bewildered, my head snapped up, Because she follows you around like a shadow, my head screamed. Why was I upset? Because you love Eponine, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, where did that come from?

"Enjolras are you okay?" Combeferre asked looking at me cautiously.

"Yes, I'm fine," I replied gathering myself. The bell above the door rang and Eponine walked through or stumbled would be more appropriate. I rushed to her before she fell. She smiled up at me.

"I handed out the cockades," she said weakly then she went limp in my arms. I snapped into my 'marble mode' as the boys call it.

"Joly, I need medical attention right away! Marius I need cloth and hot water! Combeferre help Joly! I'm going to get Eponine upstairs into bed, go!" I ordered and they all sprang into except Marius who was just standing there with his mouth open. "Marius!"

"Right," and he left. I carried Eponine upstairs and she was lighter than I expected. Joly and Combeferre came in and since the room was small I had to leave, by this time it was already four. The Rally!

"Les Amis Joly and Combeferre are staying with Eponine, the rest of you are coming with me to the rally, let's go," we all rush out the door to the rally.

I felt guilt eating me, as we ran to the rally, for leaving Eponine, but I knew I couldn't help, so I went where I was needed.