::Enjolras::

Enjolras ran back to the Café and found Grantaire unconscious on the floor by the back entrance. He ran over to his friend, first thinking he had keeled over from drinking too much. But when he got closer, he saw an imprint on the side of Grantaire's face. Even though Enjolras wanted to forget this, he knew the symbol all too well. It was the symbol on Marius's gun handle. Enjolras looked up and saw that the back door was slightly ajar, and he knew what had happened.

Marius was leaving the Rue de Villette, the city, perhaps even Paris!

This made Enjolras even angrier. He got up and ran out the back door and down the street. He saw a carriage rolling away in the opposite direction and cursed under his breath. No matter how angry with Marius he was, he couldn't afford for him to leave. Not for the fight, and not for Cosette. Suddenly Enjolras heard footsteps from behind him.

He pivoted on his heel and saw Feuilly approaching him.

"Enjolras, the final battle is approaching. We need you at the barricade." Enjolras shook his head.

"Marius is leaving Paris, he left not more than a minute ago." Feuilly stared.

"Left?"

"Yes." Feuilly didn't question why.

"You can find him later, Enjolras. You practically organized this fight; we'll all die without you!"

He paused. "We've been trying to ignore your short absences for some time, but not now, when the battle is recommencing." Enjolras gave in. Whatever Marius decided to do with his life at the moment was out of his hands. Enjolras was tired of watching over his every movement. He walked back to the Barricade with Feuilly at his heels. He gathered his gun and they took their places. As precious moments slipped away, the gunfire between both sides grew heavier.

"We need men on the left side." Enjolras yelled.

The gunfire increased, and men fell at an alarming rate from the Barricade. Enjolras turned to his friend and saw him clutch his heart. Feuilly fell down off the barricade and lay motionless on the ground.

"No!" Yelled Enjolras, but he didn't have time to grieve just yet. On his other side, Legles fell onto his gun and Enjolras heard him whisper a feeble prayer.

All his friends were dropping one by one. Courfeyrac fell over the Barricade onto the other side, and Enjolras heard him scream. Grantaire stepped out of the Café and fell into a pool of his own blood. Suddenly everything was silent around Enjolras. He knew the fight was over, and tears leaked out of his eyes. Enjolras was not one to usually cry, but as he looked around he couldn't help himself. He knew what would happen next. The soldiers would come around to steal ammunition from the bodies, and look around to confirm their victory. Enjolras considered purposely staying upright so a soldier would shoot him and he would be with all his friends, but then he thought of Eponine.

She needed him as much as he needed her. She was all he had left now. Enjolras now had no time to escape the approaching men. He lay limp over him gun and shut his eyes, breathing lightly. He was taking a great risk. Perhaps the soldiers would think him dead and pass him unnoticed, but if they didn't, he would receive a quick and sudden death. He heard footsteps around him, and men took ammunition right from his vest, yet none of them realized that he was still among the living.

He breathing decreased so much that it was painful. Enjolras saw the light change from inside his eyelids and assumed that the sun was setting. He hated to admit it, but Marius would've been a comfort right now if they were on speaking terms. He didn't hear anymore footsteps, and opened his eyes slightly, lifting his head. No soldiers in sight. 'They're probably inside the Café.' Enjolras reasoned with himself. Enjolras got up and grabbed his gun. All his ammunition gone, he had nothing to defend himself with.

He soon discovered that he had moved too soon. "Hey!" A soldier shouted. "You!" Enjolras started climbing frantically towards the top of the barricade. A few soldiers ran after him, firing shots at his heels. He climbed over the top and tumbled down onto the other side and kept running. He knew of back routes that would lead him to the safety of Cosette's house, and prayed that the soldiers didn't know them too. He ducked into an alley to catch his breath and didn't hear them follow in pursuit. He exhaled, turned around and gasped. There was a musket pointed to his face and a French soldier on the other end. He felt a hand wrap around his mouth, and another pull his arms behind his back and hold them there. He was trapped.

Enjolras braced himself for a painful death, but it didn't come...

a/n: MY FIRST CLIFFIE!!!!! Mwahahahaha!!! Read on to find out if Enjolras lives, or if I'm feeling evil and decide to kill him off. . .to Enjy lovers. . .him dying is unlikely, but you never know! R/r plz plz plz plz plz! Thanx to all my reviewers, 'specially BroadwayStar77 and becc-gallnter because they're my best fanfiction friends...except becc-gallanter, because she's one of my best off-fanfiction friend too.