Hello again, Readers! I am hoping you like this a lot! Thank you sooo much for your reviews and for reading this, and umm, awesome things in general... like mangoes... and the French Revolution...I have a funny joke for you! If you have read the book/seen the movie (the musical doesnt have it, D:), u might get it...
Fearless Leader: Knock Knock!
N. G.: Who's there?
Fearless Leader: FRENCH REVOLUTION!
N. G. :FIRE!
i know that that is in my other fanfic but it is my FAVORITE line aside from the weird chapter title... so yah. I really enjoy calling Enjolras the Fearless Leader. Just saying. SO. YEAH. READ ON-
Enjolras' (aka the Fearless Leader's) pov
I awoke in a dark room. I couldn't see anything. I ached all over. My hands were tied behind my back and I couldn't move. I was tied to a table or something. I passed back out.
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Nothing had changed. Even the small comfort of Éponine had left. I was still tied to the table and the room was still black. I could no longer hear the tolling of the bells at Notre Dame. I would not give up.
I started screaming. I figured that if there was anyone there to hear, they would at least come in to tell me to be quiet.
"VIVE LA FRANCE! VIVE LA REPUBLIQUE! VIVE LE REVOLUTION! NO ONE CAN KILL THE FLAME! FRANCE WILL BE FREE! VIVE LE REVOLUTION! WE WILL KILL THE KING AGAIN! NO ONE CAN STOP THE PEOPLE! THE PEOPLE WILL RULE! VIVE LA FRANCE! VIVE LA REPUBLIQUE! THE PEOPLE OF FRANCE WILL PREVAIL! HOW LONG MUST WE SUFFER UNDER OPPRESSION?! I TELL YOU, THOUGH WE DIE NOW, IT IS PEOPLE LIKE US WHO INSPIRE A REVOLUTION! WHEN I AM DEAD, THE OUTSIDE WORLD WILL STILL BE THERE, AND ONE DAY, OPPRESSION WILL END! THE PEOPLE WILL WIN! VIVE LA FRANCE!
I stopped yelling to catch my breath. No one had come, and my screaming just echoed emptily around the room. I yelled some more about what I passionately believed in, but no one heard, or at least no one told me to stop. I had no food or water, and my throat was drying out. I decided to stop screaming. My will was not broken, but I nevertheless had a gnawing hunger after several hours. As time passed, I realized that food would never come. I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I was hungry. I yelled myself hoarse again and sat in to wait. They would not break me. I was determined not to give in. No matter what, I had to stay strong.
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I could not go on without water. My tongue was swelled in my mouth, and I had horrible headaches. My stomach felt like a lead weight was squeezing it. I had no more energy to yell. I wanted to give up. I really did. But I would not. Never. They couldn't break me. Ever.
I would die if they didn't give me water. No question. I smiled at the thought. If I died from lack of water, then they couldn't publicly execute me. Their plan would fail. I would die, alone in the dark. Not pleasant, but worth it to shame the National Guard.
The door opened. Light streamed in and I was blinded. The young officer was silhouetted against the door frame when I regained eyesight. He had a pitcher of water. He walked over and poured a thin trickle down my throat. I couldn't help moaning. It was so good. Water. The officer looked at me and smiled nastily. He was good at that.
"Can't have you dying of thirst, can we? No, we've got to have you alive for the execution. But, did you know that a man can go for almost two weeks without food? And you've only been here three days. Nine more to go until you meet La Guillotine, but that shouldn't be a problem. I will be back. Or maybe I won't. Have fun dying."
