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"Vive la Republique!" Enjolras shouted bringing his passionate speech to an end and watching the crowd cheer and shout around him. He could see Combeferre at one end of the makeshift stage writing down names on the signup sheets, whilst Joly, Grantaire and Jehan were handing out tricolour cockades so that the new followers could show their support. Courfeyrac was weaving his way through the crowd, Gavroche holding his hand tightly so the pair didn't get separated, handing out pamphlets about the next rally. This was it, the people were getting ready, and the revolution was coming. All that was needed now was a sign to make the people rise and to fight for what they all believed it.
Gavroche smiled brightly, the adrenaline pumping through the area making him excited. He looked up at Courfeyrac and smiled with a cheeky look in his eyes. Courfeyrac smiled back at him, squeezing his hand and moving him through the crowd and out towards where the square reached the road. "That's the response we need 'Roche" He smiled lifting the boy onto his back. "Could you feel all of that excitement?"
"Oui, everyone's ready for the fight!" Gavroche smiled leaning against his shoulder.
"Indeed petit, but come now, we should go back to the café, everyone will meet us there" Courfeyrac smiled "That's enough excitement for one day". He felt Gavroche nod and lean on his shoulder as he began to carry him back to the café.
"Good work today that is what we need" Enjolras said coming down from the stage with Combeferre and Grantaire as Joly and Jehan walked ahead. "The revolution is coming, the sign will come and the people will rise"
As the three young men walked out of the square, none of them noticed the figure leaning against the wall not far from them. He wore a dark pin striped coat and had his hat tipped over his face. His concentration was not on the rally that was just dispersing, but rather on two of the students that had just passed him. They wore the tricolour pins, and walked with a sense of self importance. He did not recognise the dark haired one who walked with a slight drunken stagger to his stride but he could recognise the other two, one with his light brown hair and glasses that slid down his nose, and the other with his blonde curls and powerful tone. They were two of the students that had broken into his house and threatened to kill him just steal a worthless little boy that belonged to him. He hadn't seen the third boy, with his dark brown curls, nor had he seen the little boy they stole away from him. The square had been too full for him to move through the crowd, but he had seen the other two on the stage. Their first mistake.
"Simple Mistake students" He hissed. "You lot will all meet at the same place to plan this little overthrow of state, that's where he will be, and they know Eponine, so she will be there". Waiting for the three young men to be far enough ahead of him, he began to follow them along the streets, ducking into the back alleys if any of them dared to look behind them as they walked. This was his business, following without being seen, this was something that Thenardiar was used too.
The atmosphere in the café was incredible, with cheers as soon as Enjolras arrived in the room. Grantaire gave him a tankard of wine in congratulations to which he rolled his eyes as he sat down, whilst Combeferre and Courfeyrac patted him on the back. Gavroche cheered, looking up to him as if he was some great role model to the young boy. Jehan was sat writing, some great poem about the success of the rally, whilst Joly was by the door to the kitchens, waiting for water to boil as he wanted to clean a cut Grantaire had acquired whilst climbing the makeshift stage.
Thenardiar made his way up the stairs, first seeing the young trainee doctor leaning against the wall by the kitchen doorway. "Boy" He hissed.
Joly, a shocked expression in his wide brown eyes, turned to see the strangely dressed man with his oversized hat. "What's your business here, Monsieur?" He asked, trying to stay polite.
"Stay quiet boy, I have important business here" Thenardiar said stepping forward to take the student by the throat, his filthy hands gripping against Joly's clean and pale skin.
He gasped, writhing in attempt to get away "No business here, just students" He breathed. Spotting the grey wiry hair under the hat along with the ill-fitting clothing, he paled even more if that was possible. From the description Eponine had given him, he could only guess that this was Thenardiar. "No one here for you"
"Lie one more time young boy, and this will come into contact with this clean little throat of yours" The older man smirked pulling a knife from his pocket. "Come on now, where is the boy? I saw the golden haired boy and the other bookish looking one coming from the rally along with a drunken fool"
"No one here by that description" Joly replied bravely.
Thenardiar pushed the knife against the young doctor's throat, beginning to make a cut. He whimpered. The blood, the germs on the filthy knife. Another whimper crossed his lips.
"What is…" Enjolras went to say as he moved towards where Joly was stood. "Thenardiar, what are you doing here?"
"Getting back what is rightfully mine, whilst this young fool here thought it best to lie" Thenardiar said with a sly smile. "Give me the boy, and Eponine, she has to be here, and I won't cause no 'arm"
"They are not here, why would I allow them to a place where the scum of the streets can find them?" Enjolras said gesturing to Grantaire, who had followed him out, to move back and warn Courfeyrac to get Gavroche and Eponine out.
Grantaire, even with his slightly drunken state of mind, moved back into the main room and rushed to Courfeyrac who sat in the corner teaching Gavroche how to write his name. "You got to get out, old Thenardiar's here, he must have seen as at the rally"
Gavroche whimpered, instantly wrapping his little arms around Courfeyrac in fear. "Courf? Is papa going to get me and 'Ponine?"
"Of course not, ummm" Courfeyrac said biting his lip. "Where is he 'Taire?"
"By the kitchen, the mad man has a knife to Joly's neck because the lad lied for ya, I think he's about to pass out from the knife or the germs him not sure but still" the dark haired young man replied. "You can't get out that way"
Courfeyrac nodded quickly picking Gavroche up and resting him on his side before holding his free hand out to Eponine. "Come on, do you trust me?" He asked her
"More than anyone I've had look out for me before" Eponine said, taking a deep breath and taking his hand. "How are we going to get out of this?"
"Trust me and I'll find a way" He replied pressing a kiss to Gavroche's head. "Shh, it's alright petit frère, we are going to get out of this and go home"
Another whimper could be heard from the corridor by the kitchen, along with shouting and approaching footsteps. "Are you all liars? I know that my no good children are here! " Thenardiar shouted
"Now, we have to go now" Courfeyrac said carrying Gavroche and leading Eponine through the side room, where the large window opened onto a lower roof with a jump down to the street below.
"Are you mad Courfeyrac, I could climb it, you could, but Gavroche, he is only small, he couldn't jump like that" Eponine gasped looking out of the window.
"I can" Gavroche said in a quiet voice "I used to climb down from me elephant, but Courf? You'll be there to catch me won't you?"
"Of course I will" Courfeyrac whispered setting him down. "You go first Eponine, then I'll climb down to the ledge with 'Roche"
Eponine nodded, holding onto the windowsill and climbing out of the window
Dun, dun, dun…..
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