Song fics- I think? E went through for grammar afterwards. These are all from "Les Miserables"

I still need a beta reader for the next one...

Notice to the person who said, "I think your beta needs a beta" I haven't been using a beta, so I was asking for one. I went back and (Hopefully) FIXED IT ALL MYSELF. At least leave a name, then your all important opinion won't be deleted.

THANK YOU! To all the people who alerted me to my bad grammer, I really appreciate it! I think it is better now!

But enough rambling!

Empty chairs at every table Alek POV

"There's a grief that can't be spoken" he had told Volgar.

He had barely had been able to say that much, through the pain. He had known dieing would hurt, but not this much.

He already had a list of people who would not see tomorrow.

Dr. Barlow. Dead.

Newkirk. Dead.

Rigby. Dead.

Deryn. Dead.

Him. Almost, and as good as dead.

He could see his fathers phantom face, and his mothers, and Deryn's. They all were drinking at a table, and they had a list. Titled, "Ways we have saved you".

And it went on, and on...

Do you here the people sing? Alek POV

Yes, he did here the angry men. He was overthrown, but it didn't seem to matter to some. He longed to see Dylan's world, not this world of angry men, the one of politics.

He heard the drums.

He stood up.

He was in disguise, to over throw himself. How ironic. Volgar was dead, killed by these imbeciles

He said that was his reason for enlisting, but it really was to escape, and have adventure.

I dreamed a dream Deryn POV

She could not believe this persons words. That the only way was to kill Alek.

But she was living in a dream, a dream of peace.

But was this life worth living? With out anyone to talk to? Or were those only aspirations of the young?

So she sat in a tavern, in a taboo, because she had had to be ransomed.

Alone...

But if she would join this group to overthrow Aleksander, who had won the war. And took their child, who loved gears more than animals.

But she could still dream of their time together, and of the future.

One with her child if he was over thrown.

But she drank in silence, alone. Life had killed that dream she once dreamed, to be great and mighty. Now she was worthless. Why had they ransomed her?

Master of the House Emperor Franz Josef POV

He was the master of the house. Not that peculiar boy, Aleksander. He was still in charge. And would remain so.

He would continue to swindle the common people out of their money and blame his nephew.

Emperor Franz Joseph didn't care. It wasn't his problem, only his gain. He could do it without any retributions.

And he could get that infernal boy assassinated while he was at. Throw him in a river maybe...

Or turn public opinion against him. That would be near impossible though. The public loved that flying woman, Deryn.

What if he killed Deryn and blamed it on Alek?

He was master of the house after all, and he was allowed to have his own dreams.

The only problem was finding someone to do the dirty work. It seemed everyone loved that flying woman, not him, the master of the house.

Everyone should like him, their landlord, or something bad could happen to them.

Or someone they loved.