::Enjolras::
The soldiers brought Enjolras into the Café and tied him to a chair, gagged him, and started contemplating what they would do with him.
"We could. . .uh. . .get somefing outta him. . .you know, like if there is more people hiding somewheres or somefing." Enjolras scoffed to himself as another soldier hit the stupid one on the head.
"No, you idiot! There aren't any more, save this one. He's of no further value to us, let's kill 'im!" Enjolras shut his eyes, imagining his own death. It wasn't pleasant.
Gavroche Thenardier was crouched inside the wine closet, listening to the conversation between the soldiers in the Café. Enjolras had insisted he stay in here, and at first Gavroche had been angry, but now he was thankful. Telling him to hide had saved his life. Gavroche listened and discovered that they were going to kill Enjolras! He thought about what he could do. The only solution he came up with was one that he didn't favor.
But did he have a choice? He thought about his sisters. With Azelma dead, all he had left was Eponine, and from the looks of it, the man she loved would be shot if he didn't do something soon.
He needed to do it for her...for them. Gavroche cringed at the thought. It was a give something to earn something situation and he didn't know whether it was worth it or not. His choice would make two people happy, but it would also make them sad. 'I'm being selfish' He thought to himself. What future did he have anyway? His current position was a pickpocket and his label was a street urchin. Not a very promising reputation. He was going to do it. For Enjolras. For Eponine. For himself.
Gavroche slowly opened the door to the wine closet and crawled behind furniture until he reached Enjolras's chair. "Here goes plan Gavroche" He whispered.
Enjolras felt his hands slide free from behind him, and a small voice whispered in his ear, "Don't show any signs that you're free. . .yet." It was Gavroche. That fearless little kid who wanted to help out at the Barricade. Eponine's brother.
Eponine's brother! Suddenly Enjolras realized what was happening. Unfortunately, Gavroche was very smart. He had not taken out the rag in Enjolras's mouth, disabling him from speaking and showing signs of freedom.
But Enjolras was smarter still. He used his freed hands to rid his mouth of its gag, and whispered, "Gavroche!" The boy turned, wide eyed, and so did the soldiers.
"Hey! He talked. Where'd the rag go?"
"His hands are free too!" Another chimed. Enjolras was unarmed, but the soldiers weren't. They all pointed their guns at him, trapping him in a circle.
"One. . .two. . .three! Shoot you idiots, shoot!" The next sequence of events happened in a blur. Enjolras shut his eyes, bracing himself for the pain. Nothing happened. Just as the soldiers fired, he opened his eyes and saw little Gavroche running in front of him.
"Gavroche! No!" Loud gunshots pierced the air, and Gavroche screamed. Enjolras watched in horror as the boy, Eponine's brother, fell to the floor of the Cafe. Enjolras's eyes were burning with tears as he watched Gavroche fall and lay still. Enjolras had to act fast. He grabbed the gun that was lying to his right and fired at the soldiers. It seemed to take a lifetime every moment he wasted reloading his gun, but he would kill every last soldier if it meant his death.
Two minutes past. Enjolras had nearly run out of shots, but had killed or injured every man that was standing. He dropped the gun and fell to his knees next to Gavroche. He didn't know anything about this boy besides that he needed a home. That's when Enjolras had decided to let Eponine and Gavroche stay at the Café when the students were resting there. He had promised to keep them safe, and he had failed. Now Gavroche lay dead at his feet, and it was his fault entirely.
He was sure Eponine would hate him, but hem picked Gavroche up anyway and left the Café.
A/n: sorry if that turned people off, but I thought it would add to the story. Besides, Gavroche dies anyway in the play, book, and most of everything else, so it's not that bad.