Paris
Oh, my, god. You guys! Over 300 views! I love you guys, I really do. If any of you are confused about Seraina, she's a character I created before Saterine. She isn't fully developed yet, which is why Saterine got her story first. Just know that she is a teasing but motherly type person.
Disclaimer: No matter how hard I try, I don't own Les Miseralbes.
One year later, Gavroche and I were fourteen years old and the revolution was in full swing. I had come to terms with my feelings for Gavroche, but I couldn't help but notice how strange he was acting. He was oddly kinder to me and I would often catch him staring at me with an odd look on his face. I ignored his odd behavior, however, because we were so busy helping with the revolution. In fact, it was on one of those days when all the drama started. We were running through the streets of Paris when we heard everyone start to sing.
"Look down, and see, the beggars at your feet.
Look down, and show some mercy if you can.
Look down, and see the sweeping of the streets.
Look down, look down upon your fellow man."
Gavroche decided to join in with the singing, walking up to a person with fancy clothes.
"'Ow do you, my name's Gavroche.
This 'ere's Saterine, 'ere's our patch."
I chimed in as well.
"Not much to look at, nothing posh.
Nothing that you'd call up to scratch.
This is our school, our 'igh society.
'Ere in the slums of Saint Michelle."
Gav took over telling the man about our lives.
"We live on crumbs of 'umble piety.
Tough on the teeth, but what the 'ell.
Think you're poor?"
I followed with,
"Think you're free?
Follow me!"
Gavroche yelled,"FOLLOW ME!," while the people began to sing again.
"Look down, and show some mercy if you can!
Look down, look down, upon you're fellow man."
Gavroche and I ran through the streets as we saw the students coming.
Marius sang,
"Where are the leaders of the land?
Where are the swells who run this show?"
Enjolras responded,
"Only one man - and that's Lamarque.
Speaks for these people here below."
The people kept singing,
"See our children fed
Help us in our shame
Something for a crust of bread
In Holy Jesus' name
In the Lord's Holy name.
In his name, in his name, in his name..."
Seraina sang,
"Lamarque is ill and fading fast.
Won't last the week out, so they say."
Enjolras sang back,
"With all the anger in the land
How long before the judgement day?
Before we cut the fat ones down to size?
Before the barricades arise?"
Thenardier and his gang walked in and Gavroche came back in, pulling me against him protectively,
"Watch out for old Thenardier.
All of 'is family's on the make."
I began singing as well,
"Once ran a 'hash'ouse down the way.
Bit of a swine and no mistake."
"He's got a gang
The bleeding layabout
Even his daughter does her share."
"That's Eponine, she knows her way about.
Only a kid, but hard to scare.
Do we care?"
"Not a cuss!
Long live us."
I yelled," LONG LIVE US!"
Everyone began singing,
"Look down, and show some mercy if you can.
Look down, look down upon your fellow man!"
(I forgot one of my favorite bits.)
We saw Inspector Javert singing something about stars or something and we came out so no-one would worry.
Gavroche sang,
"That Inspector thinks 'e's something,
but it's us who run this town.
And our theater never closes,
and the curtain's never down."
I took over,
"Trust Gavroche, 'ave no fear.
You can always find us here."
Gav and I ran to General Lamarque's house. We ran into his room only to see he had just died. I began to sob into Gavroche's shoulder as he began to cry as well.
Gavroche asked softly," It's going to get a lot worse from now on, isn't it?"
I answered," Everyday."
Uh, oh. That doesn't sound good. Anyway, I'm writing a POTO fic, but I don't know if I should post it. So I'm puttering up a poll on my profile. It's an Erik OC. And to those who reviewed, here's your brownies and your hats. Review for a chance to meet Enjolras!
Enjolras: WHAT!?
Me: Shush!