What?! It's a little longer than the last one. And at least the last one had a rather one-sided fight scene! Anyway i have been a typing MACHINE so i hope you like it. Voila, Mademoiselle Thenardier.
Éponine's pov
I sat on the floor and thought. Nothing was clear. Why I was in jail, I thought was because I had been found with Joly, but I had no idea how or when I would get out. I had been sitting there for a little over an hour when I noticed that I felt something in my pocket. I pulled it out. A sou. However, I thought with a growing smile, not just any sou. I was a Thenardier, after all. My father had made us all carry these sous, slightly bigger than normal ones, with us wherever we went. He had learnt it from a man called Fauchelevent, Cosette's guardian, when he and his cronies had captured him. That was, ironically, the first occasion I had been put in jail.
I thought about how this would help me. I decided to tell Enjolras about it. He would know, surely. As leader of a revolution, albeit a failed one, he had to be clever.
The bell tolled for ten o'clock. I was going to tell him when it reached eleven, I decided. That would give me enough time to think of something to do with it.
Suddenly, I heard the door to his cell open and the sounds of a fight. I heard Enjolras grunt as he was, I assumed, punched repeatedly. Finally, the same officer that had killed Joly said, "He's out. Take him to the bottommost cells and do not give him food. We will break him."
I heard a body, Enjolras' I assumed, being dragged out. The door slammed shut. I sat in the corner, horrified. I remembered the officer's words. We will break him. That didn't sound pleasant. Poor Enjolras. I thought about my sou. If I were to break out, could I and should I try and save him? I didn't even know if I had the strength, even if I could.
I sat in the corner and thought about the only person who could make me happy. Marius. He was so perfect. Then I thought about the love of his life, Cosette. Bitter irony! The Lark, Alouette, whom I had mocked and made fun of for years. Then, some bourgeois came and took her away, and got to have everything she wanted. Meanwhile, our inn fell into disrepair and repute, and I was forced to beg on the streets for food that sometimes never came. Papa was cruel to us, and I envied Gavroche, who had run away. I got to wear rags and be turned off by my love, while she got to wear fine clothes and have someone who loves her.
I really, truly loved Marius. He was so special. He was alive, too. The only one who got out alive, pardoning Enjolras (who wasn't going to survive anyway). That decided it. I had to escape, for Marius...
P. S. Marius is kind of an idiot. Just saying.