::Enjolras::
Enjolras was in the ABC Café. He had stayed there long after the others had left, and was still pacing around. Sprawled across a nearby table was a red banner, which Grantaire had strapped to a pole earlier that day.
"Trust a drunk man to make a flag that'll change the nation." Enjolras muttered jokingly to himself. He pushed his hair out of his face and continued pacing.
A sudden creak made him whirl around. A silhouetted figure approached him slowly. Enjolras silently reached for his gun, ready to pull the trigger when he heard a soft woman's voice.
"Enjolras?" The figure stepped into the light. When Enjolras saw who it was he threw down his gun.
"Eponine!" He wiped his brow. "Don't do that to me!" Eponine smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry. I was walking home from, uh, a house down the way, and I stopped by to say...hello, I guess." She looked down.
"Who's house were you at? Down there?" He pointed to his left. "You don't know anyone from down there Eponine, those people are the kind of people we're trying to rebel against!"
He sighed. At first Eponine looked hurt at first, but instantly her look changed to amusement.
"I do now." Her eyes glinted playfully. "Marius sent me." Enjolras raised his eyebrows. "To talk to a woman. A woman he likes."
Enjolras's eyes widened. "A woman?" He whispered. Eponine nodded.
"Cosette." She said.
"What did he ask you to say?" He asked curiously.
"Oh, just to talk with her, you know, the stuff he was to scared to say himself." She smiled. "Could we sit down? My legs are killing me." Eponine said awkwardly.
"What? Oh...sure." He hurried to get her a chair, but she sat on the table before he could even bring it over.
She swung her legs back and forth absentmindedly.
"So, what did 'Cosette' say?" Enjolras asked innocently.
"She seemed quite amused, actually" She told him, pushing her hair behind her ear and fixing her hat.
Suddenly a loud noise sounded from outside. All at ounce the window pane shattered, shards of glass flying across the room.
"Duck!" Eponine yelled, and jumped off the table, pulling Enjolras down with her. Glass skidded across the floor, cutting Eponine's hand as it passed by.
"Ow!" She whispered loudly, putting her hand up to her mouth.
"What happened?" Enjolras whispered back.
"Shhh." She put her finger to her lips. He quieted himself. Silence. Not a sound was made through the Café. Curiously they rose from the floor, peering around.
It was pitch black inside. The only light was coming from the moon, which was at the moment, hidden beneath clouds.
"Lamp's out." Enjolras mumbled, casting a sideways glance at the oil lamp that had been lit seconds before. The moon emerged again, and everything got lighter. He turned to see Eponine in a ray on moonlight, nursing her wounded hand.
"Let me see it." Enjolras said with concern, walking over to her. She hesitated, but finally stuck out her hand. Even in the terrible lighting, he could see that it had a large gash across the back, and was bleeding. Enjolras grimaced.
"I'll see what I can do." Enjolras said reassuringly. He fumbled around in the semi-darkness and re-lit the lamp, then walked over to the table bearing their new, red flag. He tore a long strip off the end and wrapped it around Eponine's hand. "It'll have to do for now." He shrugged apologetically.
"Thanks." She gave him a warm smile. He couldn't help but return it, her smile was almost contagious. Suddenly a rustling noise came from outside the Café.
"What was that?" Said Eponine, a hint of fear in her voice. Enjolras shook his head.
"Quick." He whispered hurriedly. "Take this and follow me." He threw her the rifle that was leaning up against a nearby chair, and with his own at hand, ran out the door with Eponine close behind.
The lamp outside the Café was broken as well, so they had no light to follow. Eponine could barely see her own hand in front of her face, let alone see anyone, now that the moon had slipped behind clouds again. They stepped into a dark alley, and Enjolras turned around to face Eponine. He could see only the whites of her eyes, but the rest of her face was contorted with fear. He looked at her quizzically. Out of nowhere she started running. Not in the opposite direction, like he would have expected, but straight at him. He blinked quickly. What was she doing? She ran past him and he whirled around, his eyes following her. Then he saw it. Directly behind him was a hooded figure with a loaded gun.
In a flash Eponine had jumped, and landed right on the figure, knocking it down to the ground. Just then a loud sound pierced the air. It was the sound of a gunshot.
Enjolras stood there for a moment, dumbfounded. Eponine had just saved his life. He ran over to her. She was lying on top of a man, the left side of her skirt drenched in blood. A gun was lying next to her on the ground. He held his breath. Her leg was shot, badly. Exhaling, he lifted her up off the man and placed her on the ground by his feet. He picked up the gun from the ground just as the now conscious man reached for it, and pulled the trigger. Blood seeped from the man's chest, making a small puddle around him. Enjolras turned away. He grabbed his gun and pocketed the small one he had just claimed, and picked Eponine up from the ground, checking for a pulse. He was relieved that she had one. He walked out of the alley and down the opposite street, in search of the help from this woman, Cosette.
a/n: So, you like the editing? I thought I needed to do this 'operation edit' for every story that needed it. Cool, huh?
