Fauchelevent watched Éponine and Cosette go down in the sewers. He trusted Éponine to take them both to safety, and hoped that they'll be okay. Fauchelevent turned to watch the fighting. He dodged a bayonet and ran over to where Marius was lying down. Marius had a gaping wound in his shoulder, and was bleeding. Fauchelevent picked up the unconscious body and slowly made his way over to the sewer entrance.
XXX
Courfeyrac was fighting alongside Enjolras and Combeferre. The National Guard was pushing them back, but they still fought valiantly. Courfeyrac was where he belonged, on top of a barricade with his brothers fighting for the people.
Courfeyrac fell back when he got shot in the leg. He struggled to get up, but got hit in the face. Courfeyrac grabbed his gun and reloaded it. He saw a National Guardsman kill Combeferre, and he shot him. Everywhere, his comrades were falling. Bullets were pelting everywhere and the National Guardsmen were on the other side of the barricade now. Courfeyrac felt a pain in his chest and blacked out.
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Fauchelevent had successfully put Marius in the sewers. Now he had to find Courfeyrac. Fauchelevent glanced around and saw the boy lying on the ground. He ran over and quickly took him. Courfeyrac was in just a bad shape as Marius. Fauchelevent carried him to the sewer entrance.
XXX
The fighting was dying down. Most of the revolutionaries were dead, their bodies strewn across the barricade. The army officer glanced around, breathing heavily. He walked past a dead boy with a red nose and a bloody back. There was a bald boy lying close by.
"Search everywhere, make sure there are no survivors," the orders came out.
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Fauchelevent was having problems. Both Marius and Courfeyrac were relatively big, and he was having trouble carrying them both. He put them each on one shoulder, but that was too much. Finally he put Courfeyrac on his shoulders and carried Marius like a baby. He stumbled along the sewers, knowing he had a long way to walk to the Seine.
XXX
Enjolras had taken refuge inside the wine shop. He wiped the sweat from his face and leaned against the wall. He heard a soldier outside. Enjolras straightened up and narrowed his eyes. The soldier came through and opened his mouth. Before he could say anything, he was knocked out by a flying beer bottle.
"Grantaire?" Enjolras frowned as the drunkard calmly walked across the room. "What are you doing here?"
"Thought I'll die with you, if that's okay?" Grantaire said, softly.
Enjolras sighed and then smiled, "It's okay."
They stood in a silence for a moment, before Grantaire talked again, "the others? Anyone else alive? Bahorel? Bossuet? 'Ponine?"
"Dead, at least Bahorel and Bossuet are," Enjolras said quietly. "I don't know where Éponine went, but I hope she managed to get out. And how did you know she was here?"
Grantaire grinned, "She's my best friend, and I knew she'll come no matter what."
"She got injured during the first attack," Enjolras said quietly. Grantaire stopped grinning. "From what I heard, she took a bullet for Marius."
Grantaire swore, "If we weren't going to die right now, I'll bet that it'll be Marius who gets us all killed."
"He almost did," Enjolras said.
"So, everyone's dead?" Grantaire asked.
Enjolras just nodded. Images of his dead friends flashed through his mind: Combeferre being impaled by a bayonet, Courfeyrac getting thrown back, Feuilly's red blood intermingling with his red hair, Bahorel's calm look when he was dead, Joly's face when the gun shot him and he couldn't find Bossuet, Bossuet's face when he watched Joly die, Marius getting shot in the shoulder, and Jehan being blindfolded as he was caught as a hostage.
The soldiers barged into the room, breaking Enjolras out of his reverie. Grantaire and Enjolras just stood there as a firing squad was prepared. Enjolras jumped slightly when Grantaire took his hand, but then relaxed and squeezed Grantaire's hand in reassurance.
"Take aim!" the officer yelled. The soldiers fired and Enjolras and Grantaire fell down, dead. They were still holding hands, and they almost looked as if they were sleeping.
XXX
Fauchelevent had to take another break. His strength was slowly failing him, which was not good. He knew he had to be fast, since Marius and Courfeyrac needed medical help right away. He was not along in the sewers. He could hear someone else. As Fauchelevent drew closer to the voice, he realized it was Thénardier.
"Ah! What do we have here?" Thénardier grinned and slyly walked over to Fauchelevent and the two unconscious revolutionaries.
"How do I get out of here?" Fauchelevent asked.
"Did you kill them?" Thénardier asked blankly. "I don't care, I just want to have some treasure. We can split it, money for information."
Fauchelevent sighed and searched Marius' and Courfeyrac's pockets. He found a couple of sous and that was it.
"They have to have more stuff," Thénardier complained, but he had watched Fauchelevent empty their pockets. Thénardier took all of the money and told Fauchelevent how to get out of there.
Each revolutionary was equipped with a red cloth that they tied around their waist. They were given them at the last meeting in the café Musain. (Éponine and Cosette were sulking so they didn't get them). Both Marius and Courfeyrac had one.
Thénardier was a cunning man. He knew he could blackmail this familiar figure. This man was so familiar. And then it hit him. This man was Jean Valjean! The one who kept scamming them. Thénardier scowled, but it went unnoticed in the dark of the sewers. He quickly grabbed a red cloth off of one of the boys (Courfeyrac) and a fancy ring off another (Marius, who decided to wear jewelry at the barricades for some odd reason). Thénardier grinned and let Valjean/Fauchelevent pass.
Valjean (which we shall now call him) was relieved to be free of Thénardier. Valjean eventually made it to the end of the sewers. He saw Javert, discreetly watching him.
"I've caught you now!" Javert grinned like a maniac.
Valjean sighed, "listen, these boys are about to die. Please let me take them home. Then, you can have me."
"No, I've waited too long for this!" Javert snarled.
Valjean narrowed his eyes, "I will come with you, once these boys are safe."
Javert sneered, "do you honesty want to help them? You are a criminal."
"It is my duty to help them!" Valjean said.
Javert got a carriage, and went with Valjean to Marius' grandfather's house. There, Valjean dropped off Marius and Courfeyrac, who would be under good care. The servant was too shocked at seeing the two boys that they didn't recognize the man who had saved them.
"Let me say goodbye to Cosette first, please," Valjean said.
Javert snorted, "You're stalling." Yet there was something else in his voice, disbelief.
"I'm not," Valjean said seriously.
Javert sighed and let Valjean go to Cosette. Valjean thanked him and went inside.
"Father!" Cosette ran over to greet him. He could see Éponine lying on the couch, her eyes open and alert. "Father, what happened at the barricades?!"
Valjean sighed, "The National Guard overtook the barricade. I was just able to get out myself."
Cosette smiled and then frowned. "Courfeyrac and Marius?"
"I don't know if they made it," Valjean hated how easily the lie came. But Cosette bought it as she bit her lip. "Toussaint, I think Cosette needs a cup of tea," Valjean called out.
"A-a-and you, M-monsieur?" Toussaint asked.
"I am fine," Valjean said. Cosette went with Toussaint, and Valjean walked out of the house. He frowned as he glanced around the empty street. Javert and the carriage were gone.