gavroche ponine
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Trapped
This place, it's the same. But I died, didn't I? And others died too. That old man, for one, and--oh, God, Eponine, I saw her, I did! In the pile of bodies! And Bahorel, and Jehan...so why am I the onlky one here at this place? Is this heaven? Naw, it's prolly hell, Jehan was a good fellow, and he's not here. But I was good, too, and Bahorel, well, I never thought 'im one to get into heaven. Allas thought 'e'd be in Purgatory the rest of his days. And there are bodies everywhere...
I start to move out, to get to my elelphant, but I can't. Literally (I learned that word from Enjolras; he taught me a lot). I stop at the other side of the Rue Montedor barricade, like I've hit a black wall. It's all black, e'en the sky is, Like this is just a spot in space.
And then the bodies vanish, and somehting moves from behind a barrel...
Now I know I'm in hell.
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Valjean
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Re: Trapped
I stand on the edge of what seems to be twilight and darkness, a faded gray that spreads for eternity before me. Suddenly shapes begin to form before my very eyes, out of focus at first, then they are bolder, more real.
My breath catches in my throat as I realize where I am. But it can't be! I stare in disbelief and horror what surrounds me. Bodies and gun smoke and the broke remains of the barricade, splattered with blood.
I look down at my hands, the rifle still clutched in them. Through the mist of my mind I wondered if I used it or not. Then slowly, piece by piece, the night's events unfold like a picture book.
Dear God, where am I? My voice cracks with pain from the uncertainty of where I am, yet, I can sense that I am somewhere surreal, as if in a twisted dream. Or maybe... maybe I was... No. I pushed the thought from my mind.[
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Grantaire
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Oh god, oh god, he's dying. He stands there, leaning against the wall, staring at me sardonically with his golden hair and white shirt stained in red like his vest but it is stained with blood.
Oh, Apollo, what have they done to you?
It wasn't supposed to be this way. I was supposed to die. I should be dead. I am the one who was to die in his place, leaving this beautiful god to lead the people in rebellion. I was to die for him, lost to a cause that I do not really believe in, all for this golden-haired man that stands across from me, blood flowing freely. I swallow convulsivly, my mind unnaturally clear. How ironic that my thoughts are not cloudy in the moment that I direly wish them to be. I reach toward him, my step faltering and shaky as I speak his name.
Apollo.
A low, watery chuckle comes from him, and he asks me if I even know his real name.
Enjolras. I reply, and I hope that pleases him.
It seems to, because his lips turn up in a smile, even against the stains of blood splashed across his pale skin. And yet he seems to see something behind me and he falters, his eyes going wide.
"Winecask."
Yes Apollo?
"Get out of here."
What? Why would he ask me to do such a thing? I turn my head to see what he is speaking of, and spot the guns pointed at my back, the bayonets aimed and ready to fire.
I turn back to my god on Earth, my Apollo, and try to match the smile that was on his face as I answer.
No.
And he seems angry at my reply.
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