He was a creature of the night. The pinpoints of light showing through the deep indigo curtain of sky calmed him; the shadows were his friends. Brushing his curled black hair away from his eyes, he gazed heavenward. No doubt the students questioned his dreamlike stature, but there were more important things to worry about. They scurried about, detouring around Montparnasse and causing general chaos. Still rallying support was Gavroche, perched on a tall student's shoulders and shouting at anyone who passed near the barricade. All the sounds of Paris were silent to Montparnasse. He was emmersed in his own thoughts.
"Comin' t' fight with us, are ya?" Having descended from his pulpit, Gavroche gave a friendly punch to Montparnasse's arm and was very nearly backhanded in the face. "Jesus, man, 's jus' a question."
Without an answer, Montparnasse left Gavroche to heckle the students. Personally, he wouldn't much mind if the boy got shot. Sighing he leaned against a side of the barricade, shifting a bit to avoid having a wooden wheel spoke digging into his back. Seemed the students had piled together all of their belongings, and probably a few they had stolen, to create the monstrosity. A small laugh escaped Montparnasse. He grumbled as a dark haired student made his way to where Montparnasse stood.
"New here?" the student inquired.
"S'pose you could say that. Any particular reason you keep that parasite you call a child around?" Montparnasse gestured toward Gavroche, who had gone back to his post on the tall student's shoulders. The dark haired student smiled.
"The boy is probably more eager than all of us. Why douse his spirits?"
To this, Montparnasse shrugged. He could probably dig up an answer, but he simply wasn't in the mood. Turning to the student, he asked, "Who are you?"
"Marius. Pontmercy," the student responded politely. Montparnasse's eyes narrowed.
"Ah. You're Eponine's...friend." The words were bitter in his mouth. So this was the boy that brought utter anguish to Eponine's life. Bastard. He was prepared to cuff the young man, when another student let out a cry.
"Ach, Enjolras! 's a boy runnin' right through th' streets! 'e's gonna get it!"
A good amount of the other students, as well as Gavroche, clambered up the makeshift barricade to get a look. Indeed, a shadowy form was making its way toward the barricade. Montparnasse peered out into the streets, out at the form. Well accustomed to the night, his eyes knew exactly who it was. All thoughts and notions of hate vanished. He bolted out into the streets, despite the shouted warnings of the students. A heart stopping crack was heard, resounding in the streets until it wisped away. Montparnasse fell instantly to the cold, hard ground. As the world spiraled into darkness, the light in his eyes fading and his mouth dripping warm blood, he managed a final rasp of speech.
"Eponine..."
A/N: You've no idea how hard the last chapter is to write. Ah yes, the end. If you liked it, I've more little goodies for you afterwards, once I put them up. I hope you've enjoyed this little angsty romance.