"So what are we going to do when we are away from the barricade? Enjolras' face isn't exactly an easy one to forget," Joly asked Erik in fright.
"Mine isn't so easy to forget either, boy, and your answer is you're all going to hop onto the next ferry to England, London to be exact, with Scruffy and Red," Mrs. Lovett huffed and lifted her skirt out of the muck. "Ugh, this is disgusting! But it's better then being up there," she (added), jerking her thumb skywards.
"Madame? What are we going to do in London?" Gavroche asked curiously
Mrs. Lovett smiled brightly, "You're going to be my helpers ((I.G: Slaves.))!"
As they passed under the grate that was melted shut everyone hushed.
"Oy! They all disappeared! There's no sign of them anywhere!" a voice from above them said angrily.
"Noooo! We're dealing with ghosts! We've royally pissed off God!" one of them cried,
"No you idiot! They've gotten away somehow!" the one who seemed to be the chief said.
"But how? There's no way out!"
"The rooftops!"
"Of course! Come on men!"
Courfeyrac, standing knee deep in waste, looked up at the rooftops through the grate.
"Why didn't we think of that!?"
Enjolras, who was lighting his lantern, answered, "Because it was obvious."
When they were out of earshot of the soldiers, Sweeney popped back to reality, as is custom to concussion victims. ((E.G and I.G- We researched it –high five-)) "The hell is going on?!" He paused. "Put me down. I can walk fine." He struggled out of the grasp of Bossuet and Feuilly, stumbling a little bit and disgusted at what he was stepping in.
"Why...?"
"Barricade's been taken, Scruffy, and you got bonked on the noggin so they had to carry you for quite a bit." Sweeney nodded. "Ok then."
Mrs. Lovett walked next to him, "Need a shoulder, Love?" she asked. He swayed away from her and shook his head.
Enjolras, who lead the pack with a lantern, suddenly stopped, turned up his light, grabbed Combeferre's shoulder and pointed ahead. A slimy downward slope that lead into pitch-black darkness was right in front of them. "Follow my lead," Enjolras said loud enough for everyone to barely hear him. He took a cautious step onto the slope, falling instantly and sliding out of sight. The group watched as the lantern light grew fainter and fainter before disappearing completely.
Combeferre called after him, "Enjolras! Are you alright?" There was a pause. "Yeah I'm fine… it's really quite filthy down here."
The doctor gulped. "You heard the man." He took a less then cautious step and slid down, bumped into Enjolras, who had struggled to his feet, and knocked him over again.
Thus began an epic game of revolutionary bowling, which Gavroche and Tobi won; they had enjoyed shoving others down the hill and into the pile of revolutionaries until Sweeney glared venomously at them and snarled, "Touch me boys, and it'll be the last thing you do."
Tobi and Gavroche gulped. "Yes-sir!/ Right-o Mr. T!" they said in semi-unison.
He smirked slightly as he balanced his way to the bottom.
"After you, Mr. Ragg!" Gavroche said, bowing deeply to his new friend.
"No-no! After you M. Thenardier," he said while mirroring Gavroche's bowing. A bony hand landed on both of their shoulders.
"How 'bout you go at the same time!" Erik said playfully and shoved them down. Both cried out in surprise and then laughed as they barreled into everyone who had just stood up, knocking them over again.
"Again! Again!" they cried joyously.
"No!" everyone, covered in filth, chorused. Christine clung to Erik. "Erik, I've never seen you stumble or fall the entire time I've known you, let's not make this a first, alright?" she said, only half kidding. Erik chuckled softly. "No promises." He joked in return; she giggled as they reached the bottom.
Enjolras stood again, cringing as his clothes and hair stuck to him. "I'm sorry everyone, the light's out and--" he paused for a second to glance around the darkness--"I can't find it."
There were groans and mutterings of merde along with several colorful phrases.
Christine tapped Erik on the shoulder. "Can't you see in the dark?"
Erik shifty eyed which everyone could plainly see, for his eyes glowed. "No."
She lightly slapped him upside the head. "Yes you can! Go lead them!"
"Haven't I helped them enough!?" Erik said exasperatedly,
"Enjolras? Erik will help you, he sees in the dark," she answered for him as Erik groaned.
"Come to the front then, lead the way," The blonde's disembodied voice called. Erik groaned again, whilst making his way around to the front. "Oh goodie, I get to lead the way with Blondie Bright Eyes and Nerdy Numb Nuts." Enjolras and Combeferre would have looked at each other in mortification if they could see. Unfortunate for them, Erik had reached them and laughed outright at their blindness.
Gavroche chuckled from behind them.
"Told ya which one's which! Pay up, Tobsie!" he giggled.
"Fine. I'll pay ya when I find my pockets, Gavvie!" Tobi joked, both giggling at their unwanted nicknames. "I was sure it was Blondie!"
Enjolras face palmed; which was a mistake for it sent slime everywhere. "Enough with the bets! Let's just keep moving!" He made a concentrated effort to see where he was going when Erik plucked at his sleeve. "This way, Blondie Bright e-"
"Don't start!" Christine scolded. "It's ok, Enjolras, I'm blonde, too, ya know!" she added, poking Erik in the head with her sharp nails.
Erik suddenly had an idea. "Okay, I've got your sleeve, hold onto the person's sleeve that's next to you so we don't lose anyone." Enjolras grabbed onto Combeferre's sleeve, Combeferre grabbed Laigle's, and so on. After a few moments of peace and what seemed like a seamless plan, a loud and high pitched 'yipe!' emitted from nowhere.
"That is not my sleeve, Courfeyrac!" Marius cried, taking hold of his friend's sleeve.
Courfeyrac laughed hysterically at this. "Sorry Marius," he said between bouts of laughter. Sweeney rolled his eyes as Mrs. Lovett grabbed his hand.
Erik turned and looked behind himself, seeing Gavroche and Tobi at the back of the line holding onto each other's sleeves. "Tobias, hold onto some else's sleeve," he said impatiently.
Tobi nodded vigorously; knowing that Mrs. Lovett was near him he reached out in front of him. He felt something, all right, but it was furry and cold. He recoiled in disgust and reached to his left, opposite of Gavroche; in that direction he felt a leather belt and cold metal. "Mr. Todd?"
Sweeney offered his sleeve to the lad who promptly took it.
Christine, seeing as she could not be in front for Erik needed to lead, wandered to the back along the line and grabbed Gavroche's hand. Gavroche immediately started screaming in terror. "Something's got me! Something's got me! AHHHHH!!"
He started thrashing, knocking Tobi over, and inadvertently Sweeney went down and took down Mrs. Lovett, thus starting an epic game of revolutionary dominos. ((E.G & I.G: Second game comparison in a day! high five! –high five is too hard and both whine at each))