A/N: So dreadfully sorry about the long gap between updates! My computer got a virus recently, we just got it back, and I have another fic to keep up with, those of you who follow "Possibilities", you know what I mean. Enjoy!

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"Get outta here! We're closing! Out!" and with that, the owner left and the night was silent once more, leaving Grantaire sprawled outside of the Café Musain. He breathed in shallowly and then tried to get into a standing position, unsuccessfully. He fell back to the ground with a thud, crying out in pain.

He felt as though he were slipping in and out of consciousness. He blacked out for a few seconds, but then felt someone touch him, causing his hearing to become more acute, and he managed to stay conscious. "Whha?" he managed to get out, falling backwards.

Someone had a weak grip on him, struggling to keep him up. "Monsieur Grantaire, where do you live?" a hoarse voice asked.

He opened his eyes and peered up at the person inquiring this of him. The image swam before his eyes.

"It's me, Eponine. Remember?" the rough voice continued.

"Eh...yeah..." he coughed.

"Where do you live?" Eponine repeated.

"O'er there..." Grantaire slurred, pointing upward.

Eponine looked up, then sighed deeply, beginning to try to heave the drunk at least out of the middle of the road.

Grantaire couldn't hold out much longer. He was immensely drunk, and his motor skills were completely obliterated in the wine's wake. He fancied a strange ringing in his ears. He thought he heard a scream, but the ringing drowned out everything else as he sank to the ground.

The arms let go of Grantaire, and he fell to the ground with a sickening crack as Eponine screamed and struggled against her attacker.

"Quiet you useless little slut! It'll be worse for him than you!"

Eponine continued to let out muffled cries. The man smacked her across the face and she crumpled to the ground, holding her bloodied nose and lip. She refused to be beaten. She crawled to the man and groped for his ankle, biting his leg, screaming some more and attempting to bring him down.

The assailant kicked her off of him, sending her flying across the dirt. He pulled a knife from his pocket, smiling as he handled it delicately. He walked slowly towards the unconscious Grantaire, quickly glancing at Eponine to make sure she stayed put.

He stopped beside the drunkard, staring down at him. The fool! He gave him a sharp kick before posing the knife to strike.

"Eh! You there! Get away from here! Out! You hear?"

The man turned to find himself face to face with a man holding a bayonet. It was the owner of the Musain. He had undoubtedly heard the bloody girl's screams and come out to see what the commotion was.

Eponine let out one last scream, then fell flat on her face on the dirt, pretending to have passed out. This temporarily distracted the owner, which had not been Eponine's intention in the slightest, and the owner turned towards her for a brief moment.

He turned back toward the attacker, gun cocked. He let out a gasp. The man was gone.

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Crack.

The knife landed in the side of the tenement wall.

Montparnasse pried it out and backed up. Furiously, he plunged it into the wall again.

Crack.

He was completely enraged. He had had the chance to kill one of those students that night, but that man with the bayonet had cut the fun short, making it hard for him to kill the man properly. He had planned to murder the student, Eponine having a front row seat, as carefully as he pleased, leaving him at the spot and dragging Eponine with him.

But this had been short lived when Eponine passed out and the man appeared.

He pulled it out again.

Crack.

It drove into the wall once more. Montparnasse took the knife from the wall for a final time, taking it above his head and slashing at the wall. He randomly cut away at the wall, making a number of long cuts in it.

When he had let all of his anger out, he replaced the knife in his pocket and walked out the door. He planned to find Eponine. He would teach her a lesson.

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A/N #2: What other sound does a knife make when being drilled into a wall? I could only think of 'crack'. oh well.