Ugh I hate this chapter with a passion. Anyway I still have no ownership of Les Miserables in any form. Word of warning there's swearing in this, I can't remember how much as I was writing two fics at the same time but I know there is some.
She didn't know what time of day it was, let alone what day of the week it was. All she did know was that she was scared. Her! Fear was for wimps or posh people who didn't know what life was truly like, not people like her who ate scraps of food and was sold to people by her father. Yet there was no mistaking the feeling in the pit of her stomach. After a few moments she pulled herself into a sitting position but the agony was excruciating, yet she refused to let out a scream. The only light came from underneath the door. All she wanted to do was force the damn thing open and free herself but she was too weak. Instead she dragged herself over to the window. It wouldn't help her see as it had been painted over but the cool glass was nice against her burning skin. The sound of a conversation started in the other room and she tensed up. No doubt it was a new customer for her to... entertain. It was becoming unbearable. For the first time in her life she'd prefer to be dead, anything had to be better than this prison. The conversation started to get louder until it had turned into an argument. She covered her ears trying to block out the noise. Her head, like the rest of her body, was killing her. The voices were still increasing and she couldn't work out how many men were out there. A loud bang suddenly filled the room and the door was flung open. The girl closed her eyes against the blinding light and tried to blend into the wall. It didn't work as soon she felt a pair of hands gently took her arms.
"Get off me, I can't, no, I won't!" She screamed, trying to fight off her attacker. He was stronger than her and grabbed her wrists.
"Eponine, Eponine calm down. It's me, I won't hurt you." A male voice said gently as she continued to fight. Her fighting was getting weaker as hunger and exhaustion began to overrun her body.
"I won't let you do this." Eponine screamed at the man.
"Eponine look at me, I'm not going to hurt you." The man said, trying not to hurt her, but also trying to stop her from hitting him. She stopped and looked at him before everything happened at once and she collapsed.
"Have you found her?" Bahorel asked as he came into the room.
"Yes, she's passed out. What did you throw at him?" Enjolras asked as he passed the unconscious girl over.
"Nothing, Feuilly threw a chair though. Him and Bahorel have tied him to a chair so he can't follow us." Bahorel explained, gently moving the girl in his arms. Something cold and metal hit one of his hands but he choose to ignore it. The poor thing had already been molested enough.
"He threw a chair?" Enjolras asked, putting a hand on the wall to try and help himself over to the door.
"It was entertaining. I'm going to take her down to the carriage, will you be alright?" Bahorel asked.
"I'll be fine, just get her out of this place." Enjolras replied moving along the wall. Bahorel nodded and walked out. Enjolras started to walk along the wall when he felt Courfeyrac take his arm.
"Come on; let's get you out of here." Courfeyrac said gently before guiding the taller man outside. Feuilly had already gone down and was helping Bahorel put the unconscious girl into the carriage.
"You re going to have to hold her up; you're the strongest one of us here." Feuilly told Enjolras. Enjolras nodded before climbing into the carriage. He wrapped his arm around her to hold her up. Her head rolled forward. The other three men climbed in beside and opposite him.
"How long will it take to get back?" Bahorel asked.
"Same as before. Let's hope she makes it." Courfeyrac commented. Enjolras put a hand on Eponine's skin. It felt as if she was on fire. Her lips had gone white and crackly from dehydration.
"Are you really only doing this because its injustice?" Feuilly asked, he'd been watching Enjolras's actions.
"What other reason would I have?" Enjolras replied. The carriage hit a bump and Eponine fell away from Enjolras. He gently moved her back and her head fell lightly onto his shoulder. He tensed up at her touch.
"That's the question." Feuilly muttered under his breath. Bahorel smiled at the man's comment but the other two didn't hear.
"Does anyone know what happened to Azelma?" Courfeyrac asked, suddenly aware that the younger girl had vanished.
Azelma had crept into the house where her sister had been being held captive. It didn't take long for her to figure out what had happened.
"You bitch, you told them where I was didn't you." The man yelled from where he'd been tied up.
"You left me no choice 'Parnasse. She's my sister!" Azelma yelled back.
"And I am your husband!" Montparnasse yelled back, whilst trying to free himself.
"Only because my father sold me to you. I still can't understand why when you're obviously in love with 'Ponine." Azelma screamed, moving away from the crazed man.
"Maybe once but now... now it's you I want. Please untie me." Montparnasse asked, his anger mysteriously vanishing. Azelma took a step towards the man before suddenly stopping.
"I will on one condition. You never lay a finger on my sister again."
"I promise." Azelma nodded and went over to untie the knots. Once he was free he wrapped her into a tight hug, feeling her relief. It was true he wouldn't touch Eponine again, but those men had rescued her and he hadn't promised not to touch them... and by touch he was thinking destroy.
Quick note, if the characters seem a bit OOC there is a reason, I should warn you that I'm one of those people who dosen't tell you everything... confused yet?