Odette || Les Misérables {Marius P.} ✔

♤6 - And Rain Will Make The Flowers Grow♤

1832

It was easy for Odette to lose the man chasing her because she simply climbed a wall. Sadly, she tore a huge section of her dress, but it honestly didn't matter. Only one thing mattered.

"Éponine!" Odette screamed.

Odette had no chance of finding Éponine before the guns started firing. Breath seeming foreign to Odette's lungs, she panted and panicked trying to keep her composure. Odette couldn't help but think that she wasn't going to see Éponine again.

"Éponine!" Odette called again.

The backstreets just seemed to repeat themselves, but Odette knew she was nearby Le Café Musain just by the pattern of the cobbles. Turning a recognisable corner, Odette came across a man. He wasn't aware of her presence, but she was aware of his, so she hid.

"Those students are too young to understand any of this nonsense. They'll learn once their barricade is blown to splinters. Thinking I'm one of them?" Javert laughed.

Odette had to warn the men at the barricade. But what was more important? Éponine or the French Revolution? If Odette knew Éponine was part of her second option, and if Odette knew Marius was too, the choice would have been simple. The French Revolution. But Odette didn't know. So she went would her first choice.

"Monsieur! Monsieur! I'm looking for a woman. By the name of Éponine? Have you seen her?" Odette asked, putting on more of a worried face.

"No, Mademoiselle, I'm terribly sorry. I can however point you in a more sensible direction of searching however. If that girl Éponine had any sense, she would have headed away from Le Café Musain. There's a violent rebellion going on there." Javert warned.

"Merci beaucoup." Odette nodded, pretending to walk away.

Just before she had vanished, Odette turned around and took a breath, calming her nerves and tranquilising her shaking.

"Monsieur, you should know, that rebellion is a revolution. France stands strong and the rich may just over look us, but we, the poor, stand hand in hand strengthening the foundations of Paris. They will see right through your plan, Monsieur. Men like you need to change and see the poor for what they are. People." Odette explained.

"You beggar. You've got some nerve, you earwig. Listening into conversations is rude." Javert insulted, stepping towards Odette.

"Leading folk into a false sense of security is just plain cruel, Monsieur. At least I'm not compromising your safety." Odette sarked, puffing out her chest.

"Are you with the Revolution?" Javert asked.

"I am with the correct cause. They are brave men wanting their voices to be heard. They are kind hearted and loving and they just want to live-" Odette explained, before being cut off by pain.

She took in a shaky breath as she felt a dagger be pulled out of her body as if her body was it's sheath. Letting the breath go was painful. She felt the tears prickle in her eyes and she felt the blood pour from her wound. A warm wetness spread around her stomach, staining the ripped pale blue dress a dark colour of death and anguish and hell. Smiling out if shock slightly, Odette leaned forward to Javert and whispered something into his ear.