AN- I know it's short, but at least it's an update. So, the last chapter was happy, so now... you know.. I'm sorry, but it had to happen eventually...

Anyway, happy reading... or at least read...

Enjolras had rejoined his friends as the battle raged on. All was going well and casualties were slim, but there was another problem.

During a short cease-fire, Marius approached Enjolras with a serious problem. "Mon ami, our gunpowder was ruined by last night's rain. We are nearly out of ammo."

"What are we going to do?" asked Feuilly who had overheard Marius's comment.

"There are bodies all around," Marius explained. "I can climb over and scavenge for bullets."

"Marius, I can't let you do that! It's too much of a risk!" Enjolras implored. He couldn't risk the life of another one of his friends.

"I'll go! I'm old and have nothing to fear," called Monsieur Fachavelant who had come to volunteer earlier in the night. He was the one who executed Javert.

"No, you need someone quicker! I volunteer!" called Gavroche, already on the top of the barricade.

"Gavroche, no!" called Grantaire, but it was too late. The boy was already on the other side. At first, Gavroche wasn't seen, but as he wandered closer to enemy lines, he was spotted. One gunman started firing warning shots at Gavroche's feet, but that didn't stop the boy. After three warning shots, the man aimed and fired at Gavroche's arm. The boy fell to the ground in pain. After sitting a few seconds, he stood back up and continued to collect bullets. Next, the soldier aimed for Gavroche's leg. Falling backwards, he caught himself with his good arm. Carefully, he got back up, heading back towards the barricade. Apparently, that wasn't good enough for the gunman because as Gavroche threw his findings up to his friends, the man-made his last shot. Before anyone behind the barricade could react, Gavroche fell on the cold, stone ground. He had been shot through the heart and was killed instantly.

"NO!" cried Grantaire who scrambled over the barricade to claim the boy. The soldiers watched as the half drunk man stumbled down from the barricade and lifted the little, gamin boy. He then subsequently carried him back over to safety.

Laying Gavroche on a table, in the wine shop, Grantaire tried to hold back the tears. He had cared for the boy as if he was his own son. Now, his "son" was dead.

Enjolras placed a comforting arm around Grantaire's shoulders. Taking that as an invitation to, Grantaire wrapped his arms around Enjolras and sobbed.

Sitting only a few yards away, Eponine was stirred by all the commotion in the room. Trying to look in the direction of the crying without giving away that she was awake, Eponine spotted her brother lying on a table with Enjolras awkwardly holding a crying Grantaire.

Gavroche… Eponine thought. A single tear slid down Eponine's cheek. Her brother, too full of life, lying on the table, the life drained out of him. Unaware that Eponine had woken up, the two men left the room to finish the battle that they had started.

Alone, Eponine let her tears fall and cried herself to sleep.

AN- I know... I killed him... I'm sorry! I just knew that it couldn't go any other way. It's such an important part of the play that I had to do it. Please forgive me!

Anyway, let me know in the reviews how horrible I was for killing him... I deserve it... sorry again...