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brunette-barbie14-thank you so much, To get a review like that after only a prologue! I will try to update, but I can only every other week or so.
Hope everyone likes the story. Remember to review! I own only Madeline, the rest are yours, Victor Hugo. Also, this is before Grantaire develops his drinking habit. JP
Chapter 1
"Let me come!" An auburn-haired teenager both begged and demanded of her brother.
"No, Madeline, no!" Grantaire yelled at his sister. "You are too young!"
"I am fifteen, only a year less than when you started going to these meetings. And" Madeline added to her argument, "You are the one who told me how much help the women are for the effort." The young man, whose back had been turned towards his sister spun around to face her, a less than kind look gracing his face.
"Women, Maddy, women help us. Not over-imaginative girls!" Grantaire could feel his patience running out. "This is war we're looking for! People will be hurt, killed. I cannot allow you to throw yourself into that!"
"I know, and I'm willing to risk it." Grantaire was surprised at the fire raging in his sister's eyes and the look of sheer determination on her face.
"But I am not." Tears welled up in the man's eyes. "Please, Maddy, do not do this. I swore to our parents that I would care for you after they were arrested." Grantaire knew he was more than overprotective of his sister, and he wanted for her freedom, which is why he joined the friends of the ABC, but he also wanted her safety, which is why he did not want Madeline involved.
"Taking care of me includes taking care of my happiness, oui?" Grantaire nodded. "Then let me come, brother."
"If, if you come," Grantaire spoke sternly to his sister, yet Madeline was internally jumping for joy. "You swear to God in heaven you will do as I say. If I say run, run. If I say go ahead even if I cannot, you go. Do you understand?"
Madeline silently nodded her head and looked up to her brother, questioning if there was anything that needed to be done prior to their departure.
"Go get changed." Grantaire said simply. Madeline gave him a questioning look. "Dark clothes. So we won't be seen." Madeline remained for a moment, worried about her brother's state that she knew was caused by her yearning to go to the meeting. "Go!" Grantaire reminded her, drawing her out of her concern.
Madeline went to her small room to change, both excited and somewhat frightened (though she would never let Grantaire become aware of it) of what was ahead of her on that Parisian night in 1832 . An impatient Madeline paced the ragged carpet in the small flat that she lived in with her brother. Her musty grey skirt swished slightly with her every movement.
"Can we go now, Grantaire?" The copper-haired teenager asked, rather irritably.
"Yes, now we can go," Grantaire said, giving his sister the answer she had been looking for, as he put on his mud-crusted boots. "We had to wait for dark-"
"So the piece-of-merde police won't find us," Madeline cut her brother off. "I know!"
"There is to be none of that language, Maddy." Grantaire scolded, "You are engaging in meetings that are for adults only. If you want to be an adult in attendance, then you are to behave as such. Have I made myself clear?" He said, questioning Madeline.
"I understand, but because I am now an adult, you have no right to call me a girl anymore. Now, do you understand?" Madeline used the situation to her complete advantage. She continued after seeing Grantaire nod. "Now then, I believe we have a meeting to attend, but silently please. We wouldn't want to be caught by the piece-uh I mean, the police, would we?" Madeline mocked her brother. Grantaire just watched the teen walk out the door, not sure whether he wanted to punish her, or laugh at her witty remark. Either way, Grantaire now knew that the young lady before him was no longer his baby sister.
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