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Capable of Being Terrible Ch 2A month had gone by. Within that time Enjolras’s wounds were able to heal enough to let him move around. The pain was bearable, and walking with a limp was aggravating, yet tolerable. He was able to find a job within the printing industry—workers were in high demand now that the printing business had begun in Rennes—but due to his shoulder and leg wound and still needing the sling and crutch, his job was to work as the paperboy. He didn’t like it and had to sit down from the pain, but not only that, Enjolras felt degraded by his position, but he understood his foreman’s reasoning for placing him there. And although he didn’t like it, he accepted the lower pay the foreman offered him due to his inability to sell as many papers as other paperboys. But once his wounds healed, it wouldn’t take long for him to move up and become a journalist, would it? A journalist that could stir the people, enlighten them, and bring about change to France. EponineCapable of Being Terrible Ch 2 by ~DeadGirlsPlayThing
Capable of Being Terrible Ch 1A/N: I have updated this chapter and changed a few things in others. In this chapter, I have made it clear that instead of just one shoulder wound, Enjolras received 8 wounds at the barricade. You can reread this chapter if you wish, but it's not completely necessary. Enjoy.Capable of Being Terrible Ch 1 by ~DeadGirlsPlayThing
The rebellion was through, and it had evidently failed. The people did not rise. The barricade had been demolished, and those within perished as they all had planned and were willing to do for their country. Yet somehow during the chaos and the blood of battle, three managed to survive, not all of them men.
One among them was the revolutionary leader, Enjolras, the one most willing to lay down his life for France; he loved his country more than any man could love a woman. In fact, he wanted to die, to die for France and alongside his friends was the very meaning for his life, the greatest honor in his eyes. But he survived through means he did not know, could not remember, his memory fogged from the eight bullet wo
Cold and Dark and Unafraid Ch 12The sun rose red when morning came. They were the last barricade standing and to make matters worse, the rain from the night before had wet the gunpowder and they were low on ammunition. Hope was lost and as Enjolras stared at the faces of his men, he saw the fear overcoming them. He offered those who wished to leave and make their escape to do so quickly; five men left the barricade. As the Les Amis and the others discussed their next move, an idea came to little Gavroche. The corpses of the army men had dry ammunition on them. And so the little gamin wedged himself through the broken furniture of the barricade singing a tune: "Little people know when little peoples fight, we may look easy pickings but we got some bite!"Cold and Dark and Unafraid Ch 12 by ~DeadGirlsPlayThing
Just as he made his way through the barricade, Combeferre had caught sight of him along with the French army. "Gavroche!" Combeferre called but the gamin continued on singing, mocking the men that had aimed their rifles at him. "So never kick a dog because he's just a
Cold and Dark and Unafraid Ch 11At noon the rebellion had begun. They took their stand upon Lamarque's tomb, waving the flag of the revolution and of France. Shots were fired as the French army raided the parade of the funeral, killing thoughs of the rebellion and even a few innocents unknown to them. The schoolboys charged down the streets of Paris shouting "Vive la France" and "Viva Republique " and the Les Amis and the volunteers raced toward the Café Musain to build the barricade. Furniture was thrown into the streets, chairs, pianos, tables, mattresses, anything the revolutionaries could get their hands on became their barricade, and at the top of it all stood the red flag of the martyrs.Cold and Dark and Unafraid Ch 11 by ~DeadGirlsPlayThing
The afternoon and into the night was deathly quiet. There were no attacks from the one at noon, the streets were silent and Enjolras and the Les Amis were on edge. Grantaire who was completely drunk didn't even breathe a word to relieve the tension. Gavroche and Courfeyrac stood watch together, Courfeyrac with a musket i
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