Little people know, when little people fight
We may look easy pickings, but we've got some bite.
Courfeyrac saw Joly lean over the top of the barricade with an outstretched arm. What the devil is he doing? He wondered as he climbed the barricade to see what was going on.
So never kick a dog because it's just a pup!
A loud gunshot alarmed Courfeyrac. He scurried up to the top of the barricade. There was a voice singing, such a familiar voice. Who could it be? He turned around to search for Gavroche, but he was no where to be found. Was he what the boys where yelling at?
We'll fight like twenty armies, and we won't give up!
Courfeyrac reached the top of the barricade. Joly saw him and yelled at the students. "Grab Courfeyrac!" He yelled. Courfeyrac saw his little Gavroche at the front of the barricade with tens of soldiers pointing their loaded guns at him. A second of seeing his soon-to-be son and he began to jerk away from the grasp of young men of who he didn't really care of who they were.
"Gavroche! Gavroche, what are you doing?!" He yelled.
"Someone pull him pack!" Combeferre yelled as he saw one of Courfeyrac's arms break free.
"You dirty bastard!" Courfeyrac yelled, not sure who he was directing it to. He began to run climb down the barricade, aching to meet his Gavroche before it was too late.
So you better run for cover when the pup…
Courfeyrac managed to get to the bottom of the barricade. He sprinted over to the column that was the first step into no-man's-land. He saw Gavroche reach for another bag of dry powder. He was struggling. He was injured.
Grows…
A sickening gunshot and a thud could've killed the boys at the barricade if they wanted it to. Courfeyrac sprinted out to the boy and raced back to safety. He fell to his knees and sobbed. He held his hand over the boy's chest and then his neck. There was no heartbeat or pulse.
"No! Gavroche! My boy!" He cried. Tears splattered onto the dead boy's face. Combeferre was soon at his side shedding tears as well.
"We've got to put him away for now." He said calmly.
Courfeyrac stood up, still cradling the lifeless boy in his arms. "No!" He yelled. "This is my son. I'll do what I want with him!" He walked over to the tavern where Inspector Javert had been once held captive until the volunteer, Valjean, had killed him.
He placed the boy on the ground, for there were no more tables. He was down on his knees, holding the boy's hand. "I've failed you Gavroche. I should've never let you out of my sight. So, now, I'm going out to fight. I promise that it will be my last battle. I will be with you after this, my son. We will be together forever. I promise." He said, ending his vow with a kiss on the boy's forehead.
THE END
Okay, so I'm doing an alternate ending for this one. It will be up soon. Thanks for all of the reviews!