::Enjolras::
Enjolras stood in Eponine's door, watching as she sang. He couldn't hear all the words clearly enough, but he caught some of them. They told a story, he was sure of it.
Enjolras closed Eponine's door behind him. She was hiding something from him for sure. He shook his head. She had a right to keep her...secrets. He realized suddenly that he didn't know as much about Eponine as he thought he did. He walked down the stairs slowly, unusually slowly. He was hoping that Eponine would sing again. She really did have a beautiful voice. No sound came from her room. 'She must know that I'm listening.' Enjolras thought to himself jokingly.
He walked down the stairs a bit faster now, and when he reached the bottom of the stairwell he noticed a small boy waiting for him.
"Gavroche!" Enjolras said aloud. The boy looked up.
"Hello Enjolras. Listen. There is a man that claims he wants to talk to you, and he's waiting in the center of town. Follow me" Gavroche smiled weakly at him and led him out the door. He wasn't exactly scared to face this man, it was just that he had a bad hunch that it was about an upcoming, and long awaited fight.
They walked until they reached the center of town, where a soldier was waiting for him.
"Good Evening." The man said as Enjolras approached. The man was tall and stout, and he looked at Enjolras with a merciless stare. His voice was nasally and he breathed sharply in between phrases.
"I am Javert." He announced, shoving hand out towards Enjolras. Hesitantly, Enjolras gave his own. Javert's hand was cold and clammy. "I am here." He started. "To discuss the fight. As you know, general Lamarque is very ill, and when he dies, you will probably fight for the people you represent.
His eyes glinted angrily. "I would assume you are prepared..." He turned to go.
"We'll be prepared all right," Enjolras yelled. "AND, what's more, is that we're going to win!"
"Is that so?" Javert chuckled, and walked away in long, sweeping steps. Enjolras could have sworn he felt his blood boiling.
"Well, what should we do now?" Said Gavroche from behind Enjolras.
"I don't know." But what he did know was that he had to take action, to help him and his people. What could he do to protect them? To help them fight?
Then it came to him. He had to build a Barricade.
This ends Book I of the Split Ends series. Please await fore the uploading of Book II, "Unresolved Issues." Coming soon.
