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The barricade… The barricade… That's all I can think right now, but no that is a lie. Marius. Marius is there. I want… no need to see him again. I need to see his eyes shining with life for one last time. His lovely eyes how they lit up when he was with thelark. That stupid lark, how she steals everything from me. Everything I ever loved she has taken with her yellow wings. She ruined my life, and now I've sent her love to face death. He won't conquer death, no one can. Not even me.
I pull at the dirty trousers I had stolen. They are too big for my body, but it is the best I can do. I pull the hat down over my eyes as a figure appears in the shadow. I ignore it to the best I can because I have better things to do. Dying. A step is mirrored against my own but I do not dare to look back. I cannot deal with anything but the barricade. This stalking goes on for awhile till I become angered by it. Being the street girl I am I turn around to face the man.

"Can I help you monsieur?" I ask with a tap of my foot. My eyes focus on the flower in his button hole and I look up to meet this green eyes.

"Why what is that little boy?" He replies with a smirk. I turn on my heel quickly and try to rush away from that spot. My heart is beating in my breast as I take long strides. He catches up quickly and pulls me towards a darkened street. "You wouldn't leave me dear 'Ponine now would you?" He says with his all too charming smile.

"Montparnasse leave me alone. I told you I was through with you-"

"You father doesn't think that, why he even calls me his son-in-law!" He says running his hand over my boyish ensembles. "Are you playing a game Éponine?" He asks with another smirk taunting me from his lips.

"I have somewhere to be," I stutter out. The way he holds my wrists makes my head flutter even more than my heart, but I try to ignore this all. Any time but not this moment... Not ever again after this night. "Let me be. I'll scream!" I threaten, but he only closes the gap between us. Our bodies press against each other, the heat building up between us. I can smell the fresh flower, but my eyes dart around from his own, to the street behind us. Once, a few months ago, I used to love him. Love is silly… Love makes you do crazy things, and I would never do anything for him.

"And haven't you said something along those lines before?" He sneers. He grips my arms tightly. Ever so tightly that it brings me to the brink of tears. He sees this, smirks, and grips harder. He knows how reach into my emotions and manipulate me... He always has been able to.

"Let go you dog. You aren't anything compared to him!" I mumble out quickly without thinking of my words. His eyes go to slits, the smirk fades, and he presses me hard against the wall. My head bangs against the brick, but I don't dare to cry out in pain.

"What did you say?" I can't even stutter out a sound, and he repeats his question with my force in his voice, and on my arms.

"Let me go. That's what I said." I step on his feet with the heel of the boot I was wearing. Letting go my arms, he tears off my hat with anger, and throws it to the ground. My hair tumbles around me and he slips his dirty fingers into it.

"Did you compare me to another man? What that Baron? He wouldn't give you a second glance. Who could love an ugly whore as yourself? Only me. And do not you forget that." He laughs a vicious laugh and he yanks me up to kiss me. I raise a hand to smack him across the face, but he spies it and grabs it quickly and brings to a pocket in his coat.

"You do not scare me…" I say knowing all too well what is in the pocket. "I'm not scared of that piece of polished metal."

"Careful," He warns pull out the knife and presses it against my palm. "You'll cut yourself."

"Montparnasse didn't you warn that before. I do not fear you. You bother me."I try to pull out of his grasp, but he yanks my hair harder, and he wraps his other arm the entire way around my waist.

"Now now Éponine-"

"Be a good boy 'Parnasse let me be." I try to pull away again, but he only kisses me again. For a moment, only a moment I feel the need to just forget the barricade, and give in. Give in to that pleasure that has ever so controls our relationship. That pleasure that used to be a source of income...

"Be a good girl 'Ponine and help me be," He whispers into my ear and I quickly raise my knee against him. He doubles over in pain and I escape with my mind almost wondering back there. The hunger I felt from him those months ago lingers, but thoughts of Marius invade my head. I run faster, hoping I can catch him before a bullet does.

I'm not sure how to get to the other side without crossing paths with the National Guard. The revolutionaries have blocked all entrances to their side. I look around and take a deep breath. There are shouts from the barricade, but I can't hear Marius. I look for him everywhere. I turn around to see a young man holding a musket; I look to see who it is trained out. Oh my God. No… I lay my hand against the muzzle and then I feel nothing. The shot makes me fall back upon what was once a wagon. There are fresh blood droplets all around the sides of the wagon, and I wonder who could have met their unlucky fate right there.

"Clear out, or I'll blow up the barricade!" In a frenzy he is up on the barricade with a torch grasped in his hand. His dark eyes shone in the light of the fire, and his hair, tousled, makes him seem so much younger. No! Marius do not blow yourself up yet! Please. That's when the world becomes harder to see. I climb off of the wagon and try to find him. I need to explain. I need him. I hear shouts and cries and even a shot, but I am determined. It's hard to walk and I stumble to my knees, then almost to a laying position. I'm beginning to feel pain, and that pain emits from two sources. My chest and my hand... Oh God! My hand is covered in blood, and there is a hole through the middle. My mind races, yet I can't seem to think of anything. I'm dying. Truly dying. I see Marius for a quick second and I crawl over to him.

"Monsieur Marius!" He looks around and doesn't see me, not that he has ever seen me before. "At your feet…" I say with a pitiful voice. He bends down and so goes death. As the world moves on I can't see him anymore. My hand and my back are pierced and I can't think straight. I need to tell him everything…. I need to… Words spill from my mouth and I am not too sure what I am saying to him. I try to keep a hold of him while I explain everything to him. I take his hand with my injured hand no matter how much it pains me."Take it," I say pulling a letter that Cosette wrote for him. I ask him to kiss me when I finally fall to the pain and darkness. "And then, do you know, Monsieur Marius, I believe I was a little in love with you…"

The world is growing darker but I feel him bend down and kiss my forehead. I'm not dead yet my love… I open my eyes and he is gone. Time must have passed. I see blue, I see yellow, and I see white and black takes over the world again. I feel pressure. What is going on? Is this heaven, or am I in hell?

"Joly, the dead are dead. Go," A voice says. Is that an angel? I try to open my eyes to look at my angel, but God's powers are not willing me too. A hand slips onto mine own but I do not jump from the touch, for the hand is warm.

"Everyone is dying… I do not know what to do anymore civilian. I do not even know your name and yet I mourn your death. I mourn your death above my friends, for you are a young girl." I'm dead? Can the dead hear? "You shouldn't be laying your life down for my absurd decisions." He begins to talk about this failed revolution, but I can't understand him to well so I try to I mumble something out. I can feel his surprise like a shock through my body, for he quickly lets go of my hand and it falls flat on the table. "Joly!" He shouts loudly over an explosion.

"Marius…" I manage to say while opening my eyes a little bit. The blonde is sitting there. Enjolras is his name I do believe. Marius often spoke of him, and how he was a leader of ABC society.

"He's gone. He left with the old man. The barricade is surrendering," Enjolras mutters angrily. "What is your name?" He looks around quickly, searching for anyone else still alive in the rubble. His eyes dart about quickly as there are footsteps outside the place we are in.

"Éponine…" I whisper, and I feel more then words escape my mouth. He gently wipes the blood away with the back of his hand. I notice he is bleeding from his arm, and his once white shirt is stained with blood.

"What happened to you?" He replies standing over me, his blue eyes clouded with something I couldn't understand. I realize I am lying on a table in a building somewhere.

"Shot. Save Marius... Help," I say and he looks around. I am no longer in the state of peace I felt earlier with Marius. I am frantic for something to stop the pain in my chest. There are shouts outside of the building. "D-do not want to die…" I say realizing I never did. I can't now. Oh Marius why did I lead both of us here? Death is nothing but an awful murder, who steals anything in his path.

"There is a back door… Come…" He says looking around anxiously. "Everyone else has gone. I…" There is a pounding at the door. "They think we are all dead! They will kill you if they break in." He is in a state of panic.

There are footsteps running down the stairs, and a man appears with a bottle in hand. "Enjolras?" He shouts at us.

"Grantaire! You are still here? Get out. Get out! The barricade has fallen, for God sakes get out!" Enjolras shouts at him, while waving his arms in a crazy panic. "For the love of what is left of Patria, get out Grantaire!" He man strides over to us. He drops the bottle and it crashes on the ground, empty.

"What is-"

"I don't know-'"

"She needs help-"

"I see that Gran-"

"Get her out of here!" Grantaire shouts at the astounded Enjolras. There are more gunshots and poundings on the door. "Go out the back way! Now-"

"Come with us-" The door starts to break and Enjolras cannot seem to be able to finish his sentence.

"I'll follow, get out the door. Now!" He says embracing his friend. Enjolras takes a moment, and then hugs him back. They push away and press their foreheads together, a sign of affection I have seen among very close friends. Enjolras slides his arms underneath me and I screech with pain. Waves of pain and nausea go over my entire body and I just look up into his blue eyes. He looks at Grantaire, and the door breaks.

Enjolras takes off running through another open door, and we hear the shout of "Viva La Republic!"

A gun goes off, and I try to focus on him but my I feel the pull of death yet again. Why do you toy with me? Take me or let me live, dear death pick one. When I open my eyes I see blackness again. There is a sound of breathing, but it is not mine. My breathing is ragged and painful. Again I am pulled into a state of unconsciousness.
When I awaken I see white everywhere. Someone is bending over me and examining bandages wrapped around my hand and chest. Pain shoots through my body. Bandages and pain means I am not dead, for the dead do not suffer. They dead do not have to suffer from their mistakes.

"Good afternoon mademoiselle," The voice says, but I can't make out who the figure is. I close my eyes and open them in a fast succession but to no avail. "Do not strain yourself, there are a few medicines coursing through your veins. You were brought to us by a young man, my son."

"Who?" I say, for the events that happened so fast that I can't remember things. Marius, I remember him… His lovely lips touching my forehead for that brief moment. He left me but I wasn't dead… There was an angel! Wasn't there? There was someone else... What has happened?

"Michel," The man replies, although his tone suggests something. "Or you would most likely know his surname, Enjolras."

"The angle..."I mutter to myself. Ah yes the blonde. How did he get me away from the barricade? More importantly did Marius get away? "Where am I?" I ask sitting up a little bit, but Monsieur Enjolras gently lays a hand on my shoulder.

"You need to rest mademoiselle…"

"Éponine Thenardier," I say but then I feel an awful pain. I still can't make out the face of the man.

"Rest child. You are in safe hands. I am a doctor and you are in my care." I take the suggestion and close my eyes and let a peaceful darkness take hold.

TA DAA! Chapter One is done! Tell me what you think lovely readers! 3