A/N: Valjean does take Marius away in this one, and is in the sewers, but that's just inferred. And mild cursing.
The first light of dawn touched the barricade. The remaining students were clutching their rifles, ready. The soldiers marched into file and aimed at the barricades.
"Fire!" an officer cried, and the soldiers fired onto the barricade.
"Save your gunpowder!" Enjolras cried. The soldiers came closer and closer, until finally, they were in perfect range. "Now!" Enjolras screamed.
The students began firing back onto the soldiers. They were taking down targets, but there were so many more. The soldiers began climbing up the barricade. They had bayonets, and were stabbing at the students. One of the bayonets found their way to Feuilly, and he cried out in pain as the sword entered his heart.
No one had time to grieve as more and more people died. The soldiers were starting to overtake the barricade. Enjolras started retreating down the barricade. He stepped on someone and glanced down in horror to see Combeferre's empty eyes staring at him. Enjolras quickly looked away.
"Get inside!" Enjolras cried, taking Éponine's hand. Courfeyrac and Joly followed them. They were the only two alive. Enjolras noticed that Marius was nowhere to be seen. He didn't have time to worry, as the soldiers climbed over the barricade.
Enjolras blocked off the door, so the soldiers couldn't come in.
"Come out cowards!" a voice called from outside. Enjolras, Éponine, Joly, and Courfeyrac growled in anger. "You all are stupid! You have no chance, and you all are going to die! You are just a bunch of pathetic little schoolboys. Especially that one hostage we had taken—he was pitiful."
"NO ONE INSULTS JEHAN YOU BASTARDS!" Courfeyrac screamed. He jumped out of the window and ran to punch the soldier. Courfeyrac managed to knock someone out before he looked down to see a steel blade poking out of him. "Jehan," he muttered, before dying.
The soldiers tried to enter the café.
"Enjolras, take Éponine to the back room and hide. I can fend them off. You two need to get out here alive," Joly said.
"We're not leaving you," Enjolras said, frowning.
"You don't understand. Bossuet's gone. My best friend is dead, and I have nothing to live for."
"You have Musichetta," Éponine said.
"They know we're together, and they'll probably take her away from me. If any of us get out of here alive, I doubt they'll scold us and then send us off free." Joly said.
Enjolras nodded. Éponine hugged Joly, and so did Enjolras.
"Just tell Musichetta I love her," Joly said, and Éponine and Enjolras nodded. They both fled to the back room. Joly turned to face the door and raised his head defensively.
Enjolras and Éponine surveyed their dead end. They turned as gunshots echoed through the front room.
"Do you permit it?" Éponine asked, holding out her hand. Enjolras smiled and took it. They would die together. The soldiers came through the door. Enjolras and Éponine raised their heads and stuck their chests out.
The soldiers all lined up. And officer was glaring at the two revolutionaries. "Fire!"