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Chapter 6
The First Night

Eponine could feel herself slowly falling asleep, fighting to keep her eyes from shutting and dreaming of better days. Enjolras and Marius were drinking away with the rest of the boys, trying to forget that they may lose everything they'd ever known. They were both also slightly hostile towards Eponine, confused at why she had been giving them so many mixed signals throughout the days. But emotion would just have to wait, for as the night grew longer, the society began to fear what was taking place all over Paris. Had the other barricade's fallen?

"Oi!" Gavroche yelled suddenly, pointing to a guard marching slowly towards their barricade.

At Enjolras' command, they all armed themselves and pointed there weapons at him.

Staggering slightly but holding his ground, the guard began to speak, "Who's there?"

Enjolras closed his eyes and put on a look of determination, "French revolution!"

The guard snickered smugly, "I have come to warn you. We will not spare your lives. Either you fall back and surrender, or die."

In the misty streets, the students could make out another few faces in the dark, recognizing them as guards as well.

"We'd rather die doing what's right." Enjolras spit, followed by nods of agreement. The guard soon disappeared into the night leaving everybody breathless.

"Enjolras!" Eponine screamed again, recognizing Javert approaching from the distance, fearing that another set of guards were approaching.

"I have seen the enemy's side. I will say all that I can." Javert said confidently as he made his way up to the barricade.

"All right, all right," Gavroche laughed, shaking his head, "are you dense?" He muttered, whistling for Enjolras and hoping he had caught on. Enjolras cupped Javert's neck and slammed him against the brick wall, spitting in his face.

"He's a spy!" Gavroche reported laughing, but before the society could take a sigh of relief, Javert began to fight back.

Throwing Enjolras to the floor and kicking Gavroche till he fell to the floor, he began to make his way to the others before Marius got up and punched him in the face. Sending him on top of Enjolras, who choked him from behind and bashed the side of his head twice forcibly with a leg from a broken chair nearby, Javert surrendered and was dragged combatively into another room by him. Without another word, a stunned Javert soon found his neck in a noose.

"They're going to attack." Enjolras sighed sadly, realizing Eponine was already keeping a look out.

Climbing the barricade to stand next to her, he grabbed her by the waist and helped her down.

"I'm scared." She whispered nervously, holding on tightly to his trembling hand.

Enjolras embraced her and kissed the top of her head tenderly, hoping that he could be comforting to her.

"Enjolras and Eponine?" Grantaire slurred excitedly, "My, my, what a sight for sore eyes! What happened to dear old Patria?"

Enjolras laughed, slightly offended, "I've found something better."

"And what about defending Patria?" Marius said suddenly, turning everybody's heads to face him. "Enjolras, the time to fight is nearing."

"I'll bet you anything we're safe for now." Eponine differed, trying to keep her hopes high.

She mounted the barricade, turning to tell the others there was no enemy approaching, but she seemed to have swallowed her words.

"What is it?" Marius asked, climbing beside her as Enjolras looked above.

"ENEMY ABOVE!" He shouted as everybody loaded their weapons hectically.

Gun shots showered above them as they searched desperately for cover. The moments seem to edge on and on as anxiety built and les amis began to pray that they would come out of attack alive.

At last, a final gun shot sounded as Marius fired a sniper at the guard and ensured that he had fallen. He could feel his heart race and race so rapidly that his breath shortened as he began to tremble. He had never imagined he'd be the first to shoot...

He had just taken another life. A life which could have had a family, which could have had friends, which could have been getting married or expecting a child… What had he done? Had any of his friends died?

Marius began to count heads, watching the rest of les amis began to compose themselves and take in the events that had happened so quickly and without warning.

Suddenly, the scent and sight of blood plastered against the streets caught his attention as he began to look around frantically for the source.

Tears rushed to his swollen eyes as he ran up to the battered body that was being cradled by Eponine, Grantaire, and Gavroche.

"Enjolras," he began, realizing his body had completely gone limp!