21/6/13

Thanks to all the people that are reviewing and reading this story!

Darci the Thespian – Eponine will feature later in this story, I am just not that good at writing her so I try to keep it to a minimum. But she is key in how it progresses. And yep Grantaire's family is a gang, sort of rivals to the Thenardiers/Patron Minette.

EmmaLaird – You never know!

TotaltotheMax – I thank you *bows theatrically* And poor Courf … Enjolras needs to change, but it depends how long I drag it out for. Carry on loving the sadistic!

Twitchtail – Who'd've thought … Robin de Courfeyrac, with sense ;)

So … I am away on and off for the next week. I have my school leavers ball tonight (which is why I am writing this note carefully as my nail polish dries!) then Saturday and Sunday I am on my Duke Of Edinburgh Award Expedition; for those who haven't heard of it basically I have to trek with a massive rucksack for six hours a day for two days … fun. And then from Tuesday to Thursday I am in London at Wimbledon (Tennis). Then Friday I am at a taster day at Sheffield Uni … So you are getting this update early, you lucky people, and you will get another on Monday BUT it is unlikely anything else will be updated due to the pure chaos involved in my life currently. I apologise profusely!

WARNING: This chapter contains mentions of non-consent sexual activities! You have been warned, it is only a mention so nothing visual.

Chapter 3

The five Grantaire brothers silently approached their target. Grantaire followed obediently until the street lamp shone on the building they were scoping. "No! We can't hit here!" Grantaire exclaimed in pure panic. The second floor of that building was Enjolras' apartment.

"Uh, yes we can wine-rat. The second floor, rich kid just moved back in recently," Louis explained to the whole group.

"E's not rich Louis, poor as the rest of us!" Grantaire frantically exclaimed, desperately trying to get them away. All four men chuckled and Xavier, the second oldest, battered him round the head.

"Is 'e sommet to you kid?" Louis asked.

"Is 'e one of your little revolutionary boys?" Xavier exclaimed with laughs from the rest. Grantaire fell silent staring at the dark floor. "It is!I bet it's the pretty boy, Enjolras!" Xavier laughed, kneeing Grantaire in the stomach when he responded, confirming the other man's suspicions. Grantaire wheezed and doubled over just to be battered face first onto the cobbles. Grantaire groaned and rolled over so he was facing the stars. Fredrick, another brother, added a kick to his jaw for good measure.

"I'm gonna scream, I'm gonna warn them here," Grantaire panted, lacking the energy to stand up once again. He had to save Enjolras, it was unlikely he would be out at this hour. If they found him in the apartment, then they would kill him. And Grantaire could never let that happen to his Apollo. Although, Enjolras wasn't his Apollo anymore.

"One little scream and you'll regret it for a year," Louis snarled, pulling Grantaire suddenly to his feet.

"Well I told you I'd do it, told you I'd do it!" Grantaire exclaimed, preparing to shout. Fredrick smacked him in the stomach with his staff. The air was smacked out of him and his body crumpled back to the floor. Louis held him up in the air by the roots of his hair. Grantaire cried out in pain but as soon as his mouth opened a gag was pressed roughly in and tied overly tight behind the back of his head.

"Tie him up, I'll deal with him once we have dealt with his pretty boy," Louis snarled, dropping him to the floor. Grantaire tried to shout through the gag but only slight murmurings penetrated the cloth. Fredrick and Francis, the twins, tied him to a metal grill securely. He couldn't move at all no matter how much he struggled. He had to warn Enjolras; if Enjolras could get out and be safe, then all would be fine. He struggled and struggled but none of his bonds came undone.

Enjolras sat at his desk; he had speeches to write and plans to draw up. And he couldn't face sleeping and the nightmares it brought. He heard a minor commotion outside but that was nothing unusual on the darkened streets of Paris. His apartment was in a slightly more well off part of Paris but that didn't mean that it avoided the ruffians and thugs that prowled the streets. He just continued to work; continued to rid his mind of his love. Everything seemed to remind him of the alcoholic artist and he always found himself glancing back to the spot where he had found Grantaire's limp body that fateful night around half a year ago now. The fight outside grew louder but he continued to ignore it, only pausing for a moment to grumble to himself about the trails of the oppressed before returning to his speech with a diminishing vigour. After a few minutes of every word he wrote reminding him of a moment with Grantaire, Enjolras threw his new fountain pen across the room in despair and anger. It shattered against the wall and a black ink trailed down the wallpaper, mingling with the absinthe stain that still remained. "What's got ya so angry pretty boy?" a voice from the doorway chuckled and Enjolras froze.

He hurriedly turned around to face the men who had just picked his door. Two massive men loomed in the doorway with a pair of identical twins waiting in the background. "Now Monsieur Enjolras," he began but was interrupted by Enjolras.

"How do you know my name?" he asked, jumping to his feet and reaching for his knife.

"My litl' disgrace of a brother practically wurships da ground you walk on," the leader chuckled stepping closer. It didn't take long for Enjolras to work out who they were talking about.

"Nicolas? Is he here?" Enjolras panicked, he would not be able to cope with a robbery and seeing Grantaire in one night.

"He's outside, but he's a little bit tied up at the moment," one of the twins laughed and Enjolras' face dropped. Grantaire was in trouble; how much trouble he didn't know, but there was trouble. And it was all his fault, again.

"Now as I was sayin before I was rudely interrupted, if you stay out of the way and let us tie you up then this doesn't have to get messy. We just relieve you of some of your riches," he explained as the rest of the gang walked in pocketing Enjolras' valuables.

"I will not concede to this tyranny!" Enjolras exclaimed, standing tall and strong in the face of adversity.

"Jumeaux! Tie him up!" the leader ordered and the twins grabbed both his arms from behind. Enjolras jumped; he was sure that the duo had been by the door moments ago, yet they were now behind him equipped with ropes. He stuggled in vain as they pulled him to the floor and tied his hands to his desk. He tried to move the desk but it was too heavy for his bound wrists. So instead Enjolras resorted to kicking; although that was soon stopped by another rope. Enjolras shouted all the profanities his mind could come up with at his assailants. That was until a gag was added to his bondage, then he felt entirely helpless as they took most of his francs. Money wasn't a problem and he wasn't the type to get attached to items; it was the fact these men had the audacity to break into his house, tie him up and rob him. All Enjolras could do was silently watch as his home turned into a sea of his fragile books and papers. Once the deed had been done, their leader stood towering over the bound Enjolras. An evil smirk spread across his face as he addressed his lackeys. "Go get the weasel, time to have some fun," he chuckled and the other thug darted down the stairs, displaying a sick glee.

Enjolras' eyes widened in shock and horror as a broken and bound Grantaire stumbled up the stairs, being held and pushed by one of his brothers. He tried his best to keep in the sorrow and fear, of what his selfish actions had done to the youngest Grantaire brother, off his face but he was sure some must have trickled through. Grantaire's hands were untied roughly and he was sent flying to the floor by a kick to the back of the knee. "Get up rat!" the leader shouted and Grantaire used the bed to get clumsily to his feet. Enjolras could smell the alcohol on Grantaire's whole being but he knew that wasn't the reason he was stumbling. Enjolras tried in vain to shout out to the cynic but the gag stopped any noise from his frantic pleas.

"What do you want Louis?" Grantaire snarled to the leader. "Decided you do need my help after all?" he taunted, but was silenced by a club to the back of the head, sending him spinning. Enjolras bit back the tears at his love being used as a punching bag by his own family.

"We do need your help," Louis smiled as one of the twins threw Grantaire a loaded pistol. "Shoot him," Louis ordered casually pointing to Enjolras.

Enjolras' heart filled with horror; Grantaire would never kill him but he dreaded to think what the brutes would do to Grantaire if he refused.

"No!" Grantaire exclaimed throwing the gun onto the floor and kicking it away. "I refuse Louis!" he screamed as the twins pinned his arms painfully behind his back.

"You are not in any position to refuse my requests runt," he snarled and kneed Grantaire in the groin. Grantaire let out a cry of pain and doubled over only held up by the twin's grip on his arms. Enjolras felt his loves pain and couldn't help crying out through the gag at the sight. "What was that, pretty boy? You want to see more?" Louis chuckled as tears gathered in Enjolras' eyes. Enjolras desperately shook his head but Louis just laughed in his face. He kneed Grantaire, dropping his head and a sickening crack echoed throughout the room ingraining itself in Enjolras' brain. Grantaire was still conscious but Enjolras could see his head spinning. He just wanted it to stop; he just wanted them to stop tormenting his Grantaire. "Hey wake up rat!" Louis shouted, slapping Grantaire so he gasped for breath once again. "You need to be awake for our fun times tonight," he chuckled, tightly squeezing Grantaire's groin. Enjolras cried out as Grantaire cried out. It was all his fault; Grantaire was in pain and was suffering all because of him. He struggled against his bonds with all his might but nothing came loose. The door thumped back open and everyone turned to face it. Two figures stood in the shadows of the doorway.

"Well, what do we have here?" the taller one snarled.