LOVELIES! I'm sorry it's been so long. I had the next chapter ready, but the FABULOUS author . . asked for a chapter in Gav's point of view and looking at everything, Irealized, that'd work :) So here is chapter 3 the kidnapping in Gav's point of view!
I hope you enjoy! Leave a comment or review? ;)
Disclaimer: Still no... but you can still blame Victor for the slight violence and self-doubt towards the end.
Note: This does take place before the events in the first two chapters. So after this, it will be back in the time of the rest of the story... consider this flashbacky.
It was 2:15 on a Friday afternoon and Gavroche was struggling to keep his eyes and mind open to sums and numbers, to seven-year-old Gavroche, his mind was already at the café Musain, the group of revolutionaries that the young boy all but glorified. The boy couldn't remember when he became a part of this fairly unique group of activists, but he's grown up knowing them as his family.
Officially, or at least what his older sister Éponine told him, he was supposed to live with her and her boyfriend, Combeferre, but he was proud to say he had six places of residence. Apart from his very own room at Ép and 'Ferre's place, he has his own room at Courf and Jehan's, a pull out and set of 'patria sheets' at Taire and Enjy's place, a permanent spot in the big arm chair at Cosette and Marius's, the giant bean bag at Feuilly and Bahorel's, and a hidden loft bed at Bousset, Joly, and Musichetta's. Éponine shook her head at the group when they began to accommodate her little brother, saying they spoiled him, but hey, they have to spoil L'Enfant D'Abassie. Though, and Gavroche will punch anyone who says otherwise, he was no long an enfant.
When the bell finally rung, Gav flew out of his classroom, narrowly avoiding Vice Principle Javert as he raced down the halls.
"Slow down! You know the rules!" He heard Javert call after him, but the sight of the door and the very thought of a Musain brownie sundae was already clouding his senses.
Reaching the door, he impatiently tugged at the pick-up teacher's sweater.
"Miss Josephine, is my sister here yet?" He asked, trying to crane his neck to see outside. The young woman checked her clipboard and scanned outside before snapping her fingers.
"Ah! Gavroche, your father's here to pick you up today, he's gonna be right outside." She watched him go down the path before resuming her duties.
Gav frowned slightly when he heard his father was picking him up. No one had ever referred to Combeferre as his father, though the older man had said he wanted to talk to Gav about something important that Éponine couldn't know about yet. So if it wasn't Combeferre, and the teachers knew no other member of the Amis was Gav's father, his heart beat picked up slightly. Suddenly a hand shot from out of nowhere and clamped down over Gavroche's mouth, hard.
"One peep out of you m'boy and I'll kill yeh righ here on the spot."
Gav struggled under the iron grip, swinging and kicking, doing everything Bahorel and Grantaire taught him while taking on bad guys, but his swinging limbs met nothing, and all he could hear was laughter.
"You sure e's not ur brat?" He heard one jeer, as they lifted him, squirming pitifully, into the back of a van.
"Naw, if e was mine, e'd of put up a much better fight."
Don't cry Gav, don't cry. He told himself, trying his best to fight off the restraints. The Amis would tell you to be brave, Enjolras wouldn't cry! Be strong!
Once the van door sliced out the only hope of light in the dank van, the hand removed itself from Gav's mouth, but not before yanking his small hands back and securing them roughly behind his back.
"Wot, not gonna cry?" The man behind him jeered, his cherry lips pulled into a tight smirk.
"Not in front of you 'Parnasse." He sneered, "Ponine aint afraid of you, neither am I."
"Ah, Ponine, how is that whore of a OW, GE'IM OFF!" Gavroche had sunk his teeth into the master assassin's arm; even blood was starting to appear. Another set of hands yanked him back and he was slammed against the back of the van, Montparnasse's hand came crashing down on his face soon after.
"You'll get it for that brat!" Montparnasse roared, rearing for a kick.
"You're gonna be dead meat when the Amis find you!" Gavroche cried, struggling against his bonds, struggling to escape the metal tipped boot that targeted his stomach. But his bonds were too tight, and the space too small. The boot landed in his gut multiple times, he yelped in pain when he heard a definite CRACK.
"HA! Those rabble rousers and drunks! They're the ones who gave you to us!" Babet laughed.
"No!" Gav cried, struggling to breathe. "You're lyin, the Amis never leave a man behind! Grantaire and Courfeyac will get you! They'll sick Bahorel on you!" Gav cried, tears now burning his giant ocean blue eyes. Did the Amis actually give me up?
"Oh the drunk and the court jester? They're the ones who got down to beg"
Gav screamed in rage as he struggled to tackle his father with all the might he had, ignoring the flaming pain in his chest. There was no WAY they left him, right?
"Ponine wouldn't have left me! You're lyin! ARH!" He struggled, not noticing the tears that were now streaming down his bruising cheek.
"She wants her own life boy, you're a burden and a waste of space." His father spat. "Jus like I've always said."
By now the van had reached it's destination and the door was pulled open. Gav squinted in the light, finding himself in front of his old 'home'. He began his struggle once again, kicking and screaming, his chest now on fire.
"PONY! TAIRE! COOF! ENJY! AMIS HEL…" Montparnasse slammed a damp cloth over his face, and though he tried not to breath it in, his need for oxygen soon over came him. A sickly sweet scent assaulted him and the darkness swallowed him.
Through his haze he couldn't hear Thénardier swear loudly.
"She's on our tail."
"Don worry boss," Montparnasse smiled. "I'll take care of her."
Everything was black. He couldn't escape the darkness, couldn't escape the laughter, but worse of all, he couldn't escape the jolly faces of Les Amis, counting the money Thénardier no doubt gave them to rid them of a burden like him.
"I've told you from the beginning Courf, this was a good idea! He's always be a bugger on the weekend" Grantaire laughed, slapping the curly-haired student on the back.
"I've had an eye on that car down the block, so I needed the money."
"Better take me for a ride Courf," Éponine laughed.
"CHEERS! TO FREEDOM!" Grantaire raised his bottle and a loud cheer was heard all around.
Even in his darkness, Gavroche began to sob. They have left me.
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Chapter 4 should be up soon!