avenir
[av(ə)niʀ}
"The future"
Avenir is an Unnamed from the dystopian society of Marseille who is doomed to a life of hardship after experiencing a tragic event at the hands of the Marseille police force. Once she discovers a chance to better her...
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to two people: one is the one and only Killian Donnelly, who I had the pleasure of meeting today in a masterclass with madiwilderdepp06. Thank you Killian for bringing together two friends who met on Wattpad.
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But most importantly, this is dedicated to Madison because she's amazing and we just shared an incredible experience we will never forget.
You are truly awesome, Madison mon ami! So happy you found my story!
~Vive La France~
Trigger warning: battle wounds, surgery depictions
I immediately recognized the room where we now found ourselves...it was where Maximillian Javert had led me, after being rescued from Marseilles, to sleep for the night before my interrogation with the Parisian government. It was the room I had escaped from in what seemed like lifetimes ago...
Why was I back?
Perhaps I should trust the magic, and call for Max...
If he was nearby, he could help.
"MAX!" I yelled. "MAX, SOMEONE, ANYONE, COME QUICKLY!"
The door burst open and Maximillian Javert ran inside. He took one look at myself, my injured arm, and then at Enjolras passed out and quickly pressed a button on his belt.
"EMERGENCY! CODE 24601! WE NEED TRANSPORTS TO THE HOSPITAL WARD, NOW! LET'S MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!"
"I'm fine, Max, but my friend is dying...bullet wounds to the stomach..."
"I'm not even going to ask...you're wearing periodic clothing. You made it to the past. I knew there is more to you than meets the eye...which also means you're in grave danger here, if people find out. I'm calling the Honor Guard doctors in, so this will stay inside of the Parisian Honor Guard. Sworn secrecy."
"Thank you, Max," I said. "I can't have him die..."
At that moment, four members of the Parisian Honor Guard burst inside the room and loaded Enjolras quickly, yet carefully onto a stretcher and then began sprinting down the hall. We took an elevator down to the second floor of the compound.
I held Enjolras's hand the entire time.
"How long have I been gone?"
"It's only been two hours since I left your room."
*Ding!*
We had reached the hospital floor. The Honor Guard pushed his stretcher down various corridors, and I tried memorizing the turns:
