Roses for Revolution//Les Miserables Fanfiction {Completed}

Chapter 8//Lifeless

Gavroche's mighty death silenced the Amis. His lifeless corpse was carried inside to the cafe, and the old man laid him down next to his sister. He was the second to fall.

"Cannons, Enjolras! There are men with cannons!" Combeferre yelled.

We all took our positions and waited. That felt like the longest moments of my life. There were butterflies in my stomach.

"FIRE!" Enjolras yelled.

Men were struck with the bullets that the Amis shot, but they got their cannons ready. With the command from the soldier's leader, they fired the cannon. Pieces of furniture flew away, and the barricade was unstable. A soldier grabbed Jehan when he was fixing the barricade.

"NO! JEHAN!!" I screamed. He was being taken as hostage.

The fight was called a truce when they took Jehan as a hostage. My mind was circling with thoughts and fear. What if he dies? He cannot die. He must live.

"Trade the hostage we have for Jehan," Enjolras demanded. "We cannot let them take over us."

As Courfeyrac started to get ready to negotiate with the soldiers, we heard a mighty cry from the other side.

"Viv la France! Viv l'avenir!"

My heart sunk when I heard the shot. I collapsed down to my knees, with my head in my hands. Feuilly came to place his hand on my shoulder.

"No, no, no..." I whimpered.

"Bella, please..."

"No, this can't be true," I cried. "Please tell me this is false! He hasn't died! Save him! Trade him! Please..."

Enjolras shook his head and looked over at Javert, our hostage.

"Your friends have declared your death penalty."

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The boys fought dramatically after. Many got injured, and I was too busy looking after the injured to think about Jehan's death.

Jehan died.Jehan died.Jehan died.Jehan died.Jehan died.Jehan died.Jehan died.Jehan died.Jehan died.Jehan died.Jehan died.Jehan died.Jehan died.Jehan died.Jehan died.

I shook my head, trying to get rid of my thoughts. His smile. His laugh. His fluffy hair. His pearly white teeth. The way he drew the flowers at the park. His eyes. It felt as if he was taunting me with the memories. My hands were shaking as I was putting on the bandages on Courfeyrac. 

"Hey," he said as he placed his hand on my head. "Jehan would be sad if he saw you like this. Put your chin up and smile."

I smiled sadly at him and continued to wrap the bandage on his hands. Joly headed to the battlefront to fight along with others. 

"ABELLA!" Grantaire called. He was in shock, he was nervous. A bad feeling swirled in my stomach.

There, surrounded by the others, Feuilly laid. His stomach was covered in blood and he could barely sit up. I placed his head on my leg and I tried to cure him. He grabbed my wrist to stop me.

"Please...don't..." he said. His face was colorless from the lack of blood. "Could you sing me something?"

I sang him the song Grantaire was singing last night. Feuilly closed his eyes and breathed in and out deeply.

"Since I have no family," he whispered. The fight was still on. "Could you take my body when I die?"

I nodded. But I never knew if I could get out of here safely.

"Abella, you are the most magical thing that ever happened in my life. I love you..."

He was laughing through the pain. 

"I'll promise to say hey to Jehan, and how mad you were for leaving early."

I laughed, but I was crying heavily. I couldn't lose two important people in just one night.

"I love you Feuilly..."

Feuilly's fingers tried to swirl with mine, but he was lifeless by the time he got to my hands. I kissed him on the forehead and let the old man take him inside the cafe, next to Bousset and Eponine and Gavroche.

I had no more emotions and energy left to cry. I was lifeless. I was basically dead. All I had was the rage against the soldiers for making me weep to the loss of two of the most important people, the only people I knew in my life. 

The battle still continues even after the sunrise. 

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