I am a huge fan of Les Mis, and unfortunately I do not own any of it. Please note, I've left the accent off Eponine's name because it would take forever to put them all on! Sorry! Okay, please read and review! More to come! Love you all! ~Camden

Eponine struggled to maintain consciousness. Gunshots rang throughout the air and screams pelted her sensitive ears. Her whole body ached, and her wounds stung from being unattended to. She squeezed her eyes shut trying to ignore the pain and the terror she felt being on the barricade. Something or someone landed with a thud behind her, but she was too afraid to open her eyes and see the fallen. No one seemed to realize she was still alive. She had fainted in Marius's arms, and when she had awakened, he was nowhere to be seen. Eponine worried he was dead. She wished death would come soon and take her away from this dreaded massacre. If Marius was dead, she had no other desire to continue on this miserable earth. Even if he was alive, he already was in love with another. There was no more room for her in his life.

Carefully, she opened her eyes glancing around. The barricade was littered with bodies. All of Monsieur Marius's friends were dead, dying, or about to. Why was she not with them? Why was the Lord keeping her on the earth while everyone around her was dying? Eponine tried desperately to sit up, to see who was still alive, but she could not support her weight even though she was small and unnaturally thin. Instead she fell back upon the cool ground and tried to cry out against the thunderous roar of gunfire. However, when she tried, no sound came out. She tried again and started coughing and sputtering.

A small squeal escaped her lips as a heavy body fell on top of her. Eponine quickly realized the man was not yet dead, for he was attempting to lift himself up. She struggled under his weight, and the man realized she too was alive but hurt. Whoever the man was managed to disentangle himself from Eponine while turning her from her side onto her back. Eponine stared up into the deep brown eyes of the leader of the revolution, the man who many would later blame for the deaths of hundreds of men who stood beside him atop the barricade. While they had never formally met, Eponine knew him from the countless times she was with Marius in the ABC Café and halfheartedly listened to his highly-animated and enthusiastic speeches. She would love as much as anyone for the poor to have a voice, but she had known from the start that Enjolras and his revolutionaries would never succeed. They were too few in number, and the government was too strong.

Enjolras stared at her for a few moments before he pulled her up to a sitting position. Eponine leaned against the wall of the barricade exhausted and hurt. Enjolras took her hand. "Mademoiselle, we believed you dead." It wasn't a question, so Eponine did not respond. She merely stared at him wondering what was going through his head at the moment. Was he overrun with guilt or was he simply frustrated his glorious rebellion was not going as planned?

Enjolras ran a hand through his dark blonde hair smearing his forehead with blood from his hand. Eponine casually wondered whose blood it was. His? Or a fellow comrade he had tried to save? She coughed causing her head to spin. She closed her eyes and scrunched her nose trying to calm her head down and hope the pain throughout her body would vanish.

Eponine, lost in her own thoughts, had barely noticed Enjolras had left. While he barely knew her, Eponine was still surprised that he had deserted her this quickly without even trying to help her or explain what was happening. She sighed. She was used to people running off once they'd had enough. Plenty of ignorant fools had come her way looking for pleasure, but only if they had a full purse. And even then, she usually got away before the man could actually get what he came for.

Eponine clutched her stomach and bit her lip to keep from crying out as pain coursed through her body. She couldn't stand it anymore. She looked around for a rifle or dagger. Anything to stop the pain. Her hand had just closed on a musket when a larger hand pulled it out of her grip. Much to her displeasure, she tears started streaming down her face. She didn't want to live. Couldn't the good Lord understand that?

Enjolras bent down until he was eye level with Eponine. She glared at him. He held the musket in his hands. "You gain nothing by killing yourself," he said softly as he gave the musket to a man who took it and went off running.

"Why do you care?" Eponine blurted, her voice hoarse and crackly. "I'll bleed to death eventually anyways!"

Enjolras turned and motioned for a man farther down the barricade. Joly came to stand beside him. "Take her please," Enjolras told him. "Make sure she's safe and tended to before you come back."

"Of course." Joly grasped Enjolras arm and the younger nodded. Though Joly was one of the oldest men on the barricade, he had no trouble picking up young Eponine who was practically skin and bones. Eponine protested loudly, but the yelling was hurting her poor head, and she finally stopped.

On the way to wherever Joly was taking her, a loud cannon blast sounded from behind, and Joly spun, Eponine falling out of his hold onto the rough uneven stones where she lost consciousness.

Eponine was jolted awake a few moments later as debris fell around her. Smoke filled the sky, and from her vantage point on the ground, Eponine could see the barricade burning, flames roaring above the surrounding buildings. Men were fleeing the barricade. Some were rushing past her sporting massive burns. Eponine struggled to stand. As she did so, a large body crashed into her knocking her back onto the rough street. Stars spun in front of her eyes.

As her vision cleared, she looked up to see Enjolras once more. He lifted her up easily. "Where's Joly?" he asked frantically trying to push her along.

Eponine shook her head. "I don't know. The barricade exploded, and he dropped me and I lost consciousness."

Enjolras rubbed his jaw and began muttering under his breath. As the two kept walking briskly along, gunshots rang out closer than before. Enjolras turned to see three soldiers coming around the corner. "Run!" he hissed at Eponine. He grabbed her hand and pulled her along. Eponine tried to run fast, but the lack of food and unattended wounds left her weak and vulnerable. She tumbled to the ground letting go of Enjolras's hand. She hoped he would have enough common sense to keep running even though she secretly hoped he would not abandon her. He didn't.

His strong arms lifted her up, and he continued to run away from the horrific scene behind them. They darted in and out of alleyways until Eponine could not keep her eyes open any longer. She slumped into Enjolras's chest just as his pace slowed. Once more, she lost consciousness as Enjolras approached a nice aristocrat's house.

Well, I know the first chapter is short, but there will be more, I promise! Please review! You guys are amazing!