Here is a new chapter! Sorry it took so long bt i've been busy and working on other things. Please leave a comment!
She looked up again, looking for him, for this Enjolras. He could not have made it too far, it had only been minutes since he had left. Eponine rushed to the door, pushing her way through the drunken men.
"Eponine! Where are you going?" she heard Gavroche's voice somewhere to her left.
"Go home Roche, I'll be there in a little while." she said towards the general direction from which his small voice had come from.
She managed to get through to the door, and onto the balcony. She looked down towards the first floor and saw Enjolras' distinct red coat exiting the cafe. Again she rushed down the stairs, two at a time and ran through the large crowed, then she was finally outside.
He couldn't help himself, he felt a small smile tug at his lips. He wondered if she had noticed yet. He thought back to when he was a young boy, before his "parents" had taken him in. Who would have thought that all those years of being a pickpocket would pay off in the way it just had.
It was only after a few more steps that he heard something. He stopped and looked around at the empty street. There was still light coming from the cafe and the street lamp at the end of the road, but he saw nothing. He was about to head off when he heard a very distinct, male voice call out:
"NOW!"
Eponine stepped forward, directing herself to the end of the road. She had seen a shadow move, or at least she thought she had. Then she herd it, a voice that she recognized instantly, and she knew what was about to happen, and she had to stop it.
Enjolras spun around just in time to stop the fist that came towards his face. He pushed the man back, but felt a strong arm creep up behind him and go around his neck. He tried to stop it, but was too late. He struggled against it, trying to break free of the hold, but three other men had joined in, malevolently grinning at the young revolutionary. One of them, the leader that had called out, moved towards Enjolras. He drew back his right fist, preparing to swing. Enjolras felt the sharp sting as the mans knuckles made contact with his right eyebrow. Blood oozed out of the wound. In the dim light, Enjolras could see a large, and probably stolen ring on the mans middle finger that held drips of blood. He saw him draw his arm back again, preparing for another swing. He ducked instinctively, the fist coming in contact, almost comically, with his captor rather than his own face. Realizing that he was free, Enjolras looked around for a weapon he could use to defend himself. To his right he saw a large branch that had fallen of a nearby tree. He lunged at, dodging another punch that came from another one of the assailants. He grabbed the branch and rolled over on his back, just in time to stop an oncoming cane. He pushed back and had enough time to stand up and face the five attackers. The one that had been holding him back was the first to attack. Enjolras crouched into a fighting position and sung just as the man neared him, making contact with his head. The man fell to the ground. Enjolras looked up, making eye contact with the remaining men, each holding a large piece of pipe, except for the leader who held a sword.
"Don't do it." a voice, a woman-like voice came from the behind the men. The leader smiled, revealing his ugly, yellowed teeth.
"Well look who's come to join the fight. Eponine, long time, no see." he said, turning around to face his eldest daughter.
"Let him go."
"And leave here, empty handed?"
She looked at him, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the golden watch. The men looked at it greedily, but the leader stepped forward, taking it from her grasp and examining it.
"All yours if you leave."
He looked at her for a second, his small mind thinking over his options, then he pocketed the watch and turned back to his men.
"Lets go!"
They all left, two dragging the unconscious body with them.
Enjolras was staring at Eponine, feeling a little light headed. He felt himself start to fall and she rushed to catch him.
"I'm good" he slurred out. She just rolled her eyes.
"I'll take you home, Marius can help you from there."
The walked the few blocks left to his small apartment. He was still a little dazed, but he made it to the building without falling over.
She knocked at Marius' door with no reply. She realized that Marius must still have been at the cafe. Enjolras seemed to realize this too.
"You can go, I can take care of myself." Sadly for him, that was the moment his body decided to go limp and he nearly fell over again, not reaching the floor due only to Eponine's quick reflexes. She watched him try to steady himself. His wound was still bleeding, not a great sign.
"You can go" he repeated, this time looking straight into her eyes.
"No, sadly enough, I can't."
She made him sit down in one of his chairs.
"Do you have any rags?" she asked, looking around.
"No, but grab one of my shirts, any one will do."
She did as she was told, taking one of his old white shirts from the closet she had ransacked only hours ago. She returned to him and dipped the shirt into a bucket of water that was nearby.
"Look at me"
He obeyed and she began dabbing the wet cloth on his face. He grimaced in pain as she got most of the blood cleaned away, leaving a large, deep cut on his right eyebrow.
"This is as much as I can do. Keep the cut clean. Marius has some friends that are studying medicine, they can help you." she said turning to leave.
"Thank you, Eponine."
She looked back at him. "You're welcome, Enjolras."
" How do you know my naem?"
"How do you know mine?"
They both starred at eachother, niether willing to respond to the others question, until finally Eponine realized that he was not going to divulgue his information.
"It was on the pocket watch."
"Ah, yes, the pocket watch."
"I'm sorry that I gave it to them, but if I hadn't they could have taken something much more valuable."
"What, like my life?" he said, smirking.
"I wouldn't put it past them."
His smirk instanstly faded, realizng how serious this was for her.
"Do you know them."
She looked at the ground, reluctant to answer.
"The leader, he is my father."
They both became silent lost in their own thought. After a few minutes she spoke up.
"I should leave."
Before realizing what he was doing and having no idea why he was doing it he reached out and grabbed her, pulling her back towards him. She tried to free herself but his hold was too strong.
"Please monsieur, let me go." she shrunk away from him. How could she have so poorly misdjudged him. He was just like every scum she met on the street, only wanting one thing from her.
Enjolras realized what he was doing and released her immediately.
"No, Eponine thats not what I meant, I..."
"I should go monsieur" she said, turning and leaving before he could stop her and before he could see the tears that were now streaming down her face.
So I know there was a few weird things about Enjolras past, but it will all make sense in chapters to come. Don't forget to leave a comment!