A/N- Yay, I'm not entirely unloved. "Crazy Stalker Person," you must review. This fic, I must add, is drawing to a close. AND my apologies for the lack of Monty Python references in this chapter and the previous. The show kinda takes a turn for serious here, so they just didn't fit anymore.

Sir Enjolras and his squire galloped through the rues of Paris in search of the evil one. Grantaire saw a thin form huddled in the corner, and, upon recognizing Eponine, pointed this out to his lord.

Enjolras started toward her, and, upon realizing that she seemed quite upset over something, called, "My lady! What causes thy tears?"

Eponine looked blearily up at him.

"My lady?"

"Stop it!" she suddenly shouted. "I am not your lady!"

"But my-"

"I am not any kind of lady!"

"Patria-"

"Just stop! Look at yourself! Look at me! Look at him!"

Enjolras did as she said.

"I'm the daughter of a thief, he's a drunkard, and you! You are nothing, monsieur, but a loon!" She scrambled to her feet and fled.

"A loon...?" Enjolras repeated dazedly.

A terrible clanking sound distracted him. Grantaire gasped, and Enjolras saw a knight in black armor approaching them, surrounded by at least half a dozen others.

"SIR ENJOLRAS!" boomed a voice.

"Get back," the blond knight whispered to his squire.

Again the voice addressed him.

"Are you the evil killer of innocence and youth?" Enjolras called shakily.

The knight laughed, and his army laughed with him. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY CALL ME, SIR ENJOLRAS?"

"I do not."

"THEY CALL ME... THE KNIGHT... OF MIRRORS!"

The black knight and his men brandished their shields, which seemed to consist completely of looking glasses. The men laughed again, and Enjolras saw hundreds of blond lunatics staring at him, mouths agape.

"LOOK AT YOURSELF, PIERRE ENJOLRAS! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A MADMAN WITH A FIREPLACE POKER!"

Enjolras's head began to spin. Certainly the idiot in the mirrors was not himself! He let out a strangled yell and charged at them, only to see the lunatics yelling and charging exactly as he did. Still the men laughed darkly and the fools in the mirror began to look dazed. Hundreds of Grantaires rushed forward to comfort all the idiots as one of the knights with a blacked out face began to inspect his tongue in his shield. Enjolras pulled away as Grantaire seized his shoulder and again tried to charge the enemy, only to find himself behind a glass. The laughter echoed in his ears and the reflections whirled around him and, at the height of the tumult, everything went black.