Take My Hand{Enjoltaire}

Lies and Darkness

Grantaire's P.O.V.

Time passed before someone yelled, "He's back!" The night was closer than before, the moon lit up the streets.

We pushed over something's so he could enter. He pulled out a map and laid it on the small table we had set up for the doctors.

"Listen my friends I have done what I said, I have been to their lines I have countered each man. I will tell what I can." There just wasn't something genuine about it."Better be warned, they have armies to spare and the danger is real. We will need all our cunning to bring them to heel." He turned to Enjolras as the leader in red spoke.

"Have faith." He took a deep breath before continuing. "If you know what their movements are we'll spoil their game. There are ways that our people can fight. We shall overcome their power." He said in his speech tone, something like hope was there as well.

"I have overheard their plans; there will be no attack tonight." There were sighs of relief that filled the barricade. "They intend to starve you out, before they start a proper fight. Concentrate their force." He pointed to the map. "Hit us from the right." What he was saying made sense.

"LIAR!" A small voice yelled out, everyone turned to see the small boy with a cockade on his chest, Gavroche.

"What?" Enjolras asked but Gavroche waved his hand away as he stepped down on the barricade.

"Good evening dear inspector," Another step. "Lovely evenin' my dear." He added and gestured around them. Everyone raised an eyebrow. "I know this man my friends!" He hopped onto the stone and stepped near the old man. "His name's Inspector Javert!" Courfeyrac and I grabbed him and sat him back down after he attempted to run. "So don't believe a word he says 'cause none of its true." Gavroche smirked. "This only goes to show what little people can do." He straightened jacket.

"We little people know when little fight. We may look easy pickin's but we've got some bite!" He gritted his teeth and stepped closer to Inspector Javert. "So never kick a dog because he's just a pup! We'll fight like twenty armies and we won't give up!" He chuckled softly and I could see Courfeyrac grinning at the small boy. "So you better run for cover when the pup grows up!" He shoved his fist up and put his other arm underneath it. It was a silent 'fuck you' that was used commonly by kids.

"Gavroche!" I laughed.

"Bravo little Gavroche you're the top of the class." Courfeyrac ruffled Gavroche's hair with a free hand. "So what are we going to do with this snake in the grass?" Courfeyrac continued.

"Take this man and throw him in the tavern in there, the people will decide your fate, Inspector Javert." Enjolras spoke; he showed mercy for the man. He didn't want the man dead at his hands. Enjolras was the man I wish I could be.

"Shoot me now or shoot me later, every school boy to his sport. Death to each and every traitor; I renounce your people's court!" Javert snapped before Courfeyrac and I dragged him to the tavern.

Courfeyrac was on his right and I was on his left. I was obviously the best target so he took his chance and pushed up me off making me hit a wooden post in the Café Musain. Courfeyrac was thrown off next; he stumbled off his feet and fell onto the ground.

A man came up behind Javert but since the Inspector was somehow trained in combat he elbowed the man in the face. I regained my footing though my head was spinning due to drinking and getting it hit on the wooden post.

Enjolras was about to grab him when he punched him in the face. He punched Enjolras, Apollo, an Angel, a sculpted statue. I clenched my fists in anger, I felt my jaw clench as well.

The rotten inspector pulled out the baton he had hidden behind a cabinet. He hit Feuilly with it causing Feuilly to stumble back and groan in pain.

Enjolras grabbed Javert's shoulders as he jumped. I stood in front of the Inspector and grabbed for the baton. I ended up grabbed his wrist and the other boys helped us tackle him to the ground. I was trying to get up when I felt a hand on some of my head. "Are you alright?" The man who had his hand on my head asked. It was only three seconds that his hand was there.

Enjolras took the opportunity and grabbed the baton from the man that Combeferre helped tackle. Enjolras did something I didn't expect him to do. He hit him in the face with his baton. Courfeyrac had his arm across one of the boy's that had joined that day and Combeferre.

Courfeyrac dropped his hand after he saw that Enjolras had knocked out Javert. Combeferre seemed troubled; he was always a worry wart.

We all sort of just stood there breathing heavily, me the loudest.

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