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Chapter 11- Do you hear the People sing?

The Funeral procession drummed quietly through the streets, the horses' footsteps thundering along the roads. People were stood with their heads bowed, whispers exchanged along the lines. Randall looked round the corner to see the first soldiers of approaching. According to Katia, the main carriage was large and black. It was slowly approaching. He could see Henry shaking beside him and squeezed his hand in comfort. His other hand was inside his pocket, grasped round one of the smaller guns.

The signal was given from Arianna, a short whistle that was passed along the crowd till it reached Randall's ear. He rushed forwards as the Carriage approached, making the horse jump up in fright. He threw his black coat to the side to reveal the red flag tucked into his belt. He unravelled it and held it above his head, jumping onto the carriage that had had then stopped.

"This is the time-" he yelled to the audience below "-time for us to stand up and fight against Hawks. This carriage-"he tapped it with his foot "-is proof that the only man that ever cared is DEAD." With a cry, the other students burst forwards, crowding the roads. Soldiers tried to calm the citizens down but were stopped as they began climbing to stand atop the procession. People were cheering, and Randall smiled. He saw Crow pull a gun from behind his back and aim it at a soldier.

"WAIT, If they had enough people backing us now there they may not even be a need to-"

A gun shot rang out below

"-shoot." The crowd moved out of the way to see a woman lying on the floor, clutching at her chest. A soldier stood looking horrified with his gun pointed towards her, it was clear he'd missed his target. A man with thick red glasses ran over and let everyone know it was Anton's wife that was caught in the crossfire, Sophia. Several people let out a cry and leapt towards the guard as Sophia tried to lift herself up. She was confirmed to be okay, but had to be carried inside one of the buildings by the man. Yet this was enough to have two separate signs begin to form. Many of the funeral dressed townsfolk began grabbing flags and fighting with the soldiers, who continued firing into the street hoping to hit one of the students. Aurora was nearly hit, but was pushed out of the way by the man who helped Sophia before. Randall didn't know him, but hoped to thank him when there was time. Henry tapped him on the shoulder amongst the forming chaos

"Should we head over now? They won't be able to stop us with this many on our side."

"I thought you didn't believe in the barricade Henry."

"But I believe in the people. And I believe in you, you know what you're doing." Randall laughed and shouted to the crowd.

"TO THE BARRICADE!" He led the people to where the clock shop was, luckily it wasn't too far away, and instructed them to grab as much furniture as they could find. Several sofa came flying out of the surrounding house windows, landing at what would be the base of the pile. The Clock Shop Owners threw their old grandfather clock out through the doors before retreating to go hide out somewhere else, they felt they'd be far too old to help with the Revolution. He himself headed to his house down the road with a few of the students in the hopes of getting more there. Luke grabbed a couple of the chairs as Amelia and Katia dragged a table back. Randall went to grab a remaining seat but someone sat down in it before he could.

"Angie, I need you to get off, this chair's for the Barricade." Angela swivelled round to look at him.

"Randall, they've taken every other chair here. I won't have any left if you take this one, then what's going to happen?" Randall leant the chair backwards, pulling her towards him

"Angie, it's my house as well and if I don't take a chair back I'm going to look ridiculous."

"Well you can't have-" She was cut off my Randall kissing her and pulling her into a dip as he kicked the chair away from her.

"You can have it back after we've rebelled against London, okay."

"You're an idiot." Randall lifted the chair up onto his shoulder and kissed her again.

"I know. I'll be back here as soon as I can, hopefully by morning."

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"I need somebody who can go find out the National Guard's planning to do! There's no way they'll leave us without a fight." From the crowd, the man from the Procession that had helped stepped forwards.

"Excuse me? Mr Ascot, I'm Professor Sycamore. I used to work with the National Guard, I'm sure they'd trust me enough to fill me in."

"Perfect! Go and report back anything you can find out" The man hurried off as people began setting up supplies in the clock shop.

Clive wandered through the main section of the Barricade, it was building up nicely now, offering good cover. But he didn't have time to think about it, when the letter for Flora was still in his pocket. He'd told his friends that he'd forgotten about her, so how could he leave in the midst to go and deliver it. As he was distracted, he walked directly into a tall boy that was dragging a bedframe to the clock shop. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."

"No it was my-" The voice was startlingly female sounding, and the boy seemed to notice as his voice deepened with his next words "I just wasn't paying attention, excuse me." The disguise couldn't fool him; he knew that voice far too well

"Emmy?" Clive lifted the hat of the boy to see his friends face staring back at him. "You're not supposed to be here!" Emmy took her hat off and shook down her hair

"No, but you aren't either."

"What do you mean? And why are you here?" Emmy sighed.

"The answer to both of those is the same; you're meant to be at the Hotel Duke with Flora."

"How would- The ribbon, right."

"I left it there so you'd follow it, then you'd be with your true love and I'd be able to fight without you trying to babysit me." She threw her arms into the air "I'm older than you Clive, and much better with a gun. Just because I'm Paulo's daughter or you want to protect me or whatever you r damn idea is, it doesn't mean you shouldn't trust me to be here." Clive looked shocked, and then pulled the letter from his pocket.

"Look. I can't get this letter to Flora, I made a promise to Randall. But you can." Emmy scoffed at him, amazed that he could say such a thing now.

"And why would I do that? You're just trying to scare me away from the Barricade again. I know what everyone here thinks of my family, I know they all think I'm useless but I don't care. I want to help." Clive looked upset, he stared at the ground. It was true that he'd wanted to keep her away from the fight but not for that reason. There was only one way to get this letter to Flora.

"No, it's because I trust you." He the letter out to her "I trust you to give it to her without reading it. I trust you Emmy. And I promise I won't try and 'babysit' you anymore. Okay."

".You can't stop me from coming back here afterwards"

"I know, if you want to get yourself killed then fine. I won't stop you."

"Fine."

"Fine." Emmy walked away letter in hand, Luke caught up to her clearly only just making it to the barricade.

"What's wrong Emmy? You look upset." He playfully hit her arm.

"Clive doesn't want me round the Barricade; he's worried I'll get myself hurt. He keeps saying it's not because of mum and dad but I know it is. I mean, you're much less qualified to be here but you're still accepted."

"What do you mean? I'm very qualified." She ruffled his hair.

"Luke, you're a kid. I should have got out of that inn back when you did, maybe I'd have s better life then. You seem to have done okay without their care." She pulled her hat back onto her head. "I need to go deliver this letter; I'll see you later yeah?"