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Who: Ella, Hattie, Eponine, and NPC Guard(s) (courtesy of dear Shellymod)
When: September 1st or 2nd, 1918 - during this conversation.
Where: Undisclosed barracks at the Missionworth Military Base
Summary: Hattie got dragged in, Eponine wants to bust her out. Ella...gets to be the distraction.
Warnings: I don't know yet?
Notes: The distraction will be attention grabbing so for those in prison or breaking out, feel free to have your characters notice/hear the fuss if you want :D

Eponine wandered reluctantly away from the bars; she wasn't good at planning what to do; she had spent her life being told to be in a certain place to do a certain thing, and unlike Ella, wasn't independent enough to consciously take charge of her future. She sat on the bunk again.

"I would like to take Hattie back to France with me - I wish I could show her... a day in my life there would teach Hattie not to fight peopple she cannot possibly beat."

She looked up as heavy footsteps came closer and a jangle of metal indicated that the cell was being opened. A soldier.

He pointed straight at Eponine. "You. Girl. Come with me - and let's be having no funny business."

Eponine stood up, glancing at Ella, but said nothing. She followed the man quietly out of the cell, and some way down the corridor, waiting patiently as instructed whilst he locked Ella's cell again. Once the guard had collected her, Eponine put her hand on his, closed her eyes and concentrated, imagining his mind being wiped of - everything. She had probably overdone it a bit, but she wasn't sure what might trigger a reaction, and Eponine had no intention of staying in jail for longer than she had to. Especially if they were hitting prisoners. Eponine had no intention of being beaten up again.

Once the man was essentially blanked, it was simple for Eponine to take his keys off his belt, and hurry back to Ella's cell. Breakouts with magic powers were SO much easier than in France... Her hair was only slightly ruffled from where she had ran her hand through it as she concentrated,and she attempted to smooth this down even as, triumphantly, she waved the keys at Ella.

"Look - see, Madame, what I have. Come - we can get out of here. I don't want them to hurt you too."

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"Unfortunately for you, that's not what the records are going to say," he replies with the slightest bit of amusement, "You're going to be an example to all the other trash that wander these streets, messing up the work of us honest men. And if they have any sense, they'll learn from it." and without another word he pulls the trigger, shooting Eponine right where she stands.

The sound shocks Hattie for a moment, making her freeze in place as she slowly registers what may have just happened. She didn't see, only heard after all. She tried to get to her feet, she tried to yell, but her body wouldn't cooperate.

Eponine doesn't even have time to react. The bullet takes her completely by surprise; she half raises her hand, as if to stop the bullet, but she's too slow, and the bullet passes clean through her chest.

She doesn't cry out. She gasps, a painful choke, but she doesn't scream. Tears form and spill down her cheeks but she's silent. She feels like time has stopped as she looks down at her chest and watches the blood spread, staining her ragged gown. Hesitantly, she puts a hand to the wound, gasping in pain before taking her hand away and looking in wonder at the blood.

And then she falls.

She's not dead, not yet. But she's dying. She can feel it. How she knows is beyond her, but she does, all the same. She cries quietly as she feels her blood seeping from the wound. She coughs, and blood immediately spews from her mouth, trickling down her chin. She has to get out. Get help. Die in peace without him watching her. It's all she can do. Her life is over.

Gone in the blink of an eye at sixteen years old.

Slowly, she heaves herself onto her stomach, moaning in pain, and tries to crawl to the door. She's not going to make it though; her arms shake with the effort, but she won't give up. Not now.

She's never been so terrified in her life. What's going to happen to her now? Hell?

There's a moment of silence after Eponine's body hits the floor. The man mutters something unintelligable to himself, then pauses to strike a match and light his cigar. His heavy footsteps trudge along as he walks over to the girl's fallen form. "... Shit." Maybe he shouldn't have done that.

His contemplation comes to an end when suddenly another rack is knocked over from Hattie standing up with a blank expression on her face. It was the sound of Eponine's pained moan that finally get the blonde to move, and without saying a word, she walks forward.

He faces the noise, and shortly after his cigar falls from his mouth. "What.. the.. hell?" is he looking at? His hand shaking, he points and fires his weapon at Hattie and the bullet deflects off his shoulder. The next pull the weapon jams, giving the woman plenty of time to punch him right in the face, breaking his nose in the process. She then grabs him by the hair, drags him to the side and smashes him repeatedly against the wall until he stops moving. Then a few more times after that.

Eventually she lets him fall to the floor and raises her foot to stomp upon his body, dripping with blood, but at that point remembers Eponine. That she needs to do something for her. She turns, and quickly starts looking for the girl. Normally she should be a frantic mess, maybe she's still in shock? She doesn't really know, "Eponine? Eponine!"

Eponine barely realises what Hattie's doing to the man; she hears only thuds, and presumes the man has found Hattie. But she can't help her now. Eponine can't even help herself. Blood streaks the floor where she's dragged herself towards the door. But she can't go further. She can't even reach the door knob, and she certainly can't stand any more.

The world is going black around her, fading in and out, and Eponine closes her eyes, coughing blood. Her chest hurts. Her throat hurts. She wishes that death would come quicker.

But then her name is being called and Eponine opens her eyes. For a minute, she sees red and then she blinks; her vision clears a little. Who's calling her?
She tries to call back again; she forces herself to sit up, crying out in agonised pain as she does. But she slumps again, unable now to hold her body up. She's shaking, convulsing all over. Tears stream freely down her face and she longs for him to be there to kiss her goodbye.

There she is.

She looks.. Terrible. How could he? How could he have done this? Why? Hattie couldn't fathom it; sure she has her biases against the poor but she'd never do this, would she?

Hattie rushes to Eponine's side, dropping to her knees. She doesn't know what she should do, nor can she believe what she's seeing. This girl, dying before her very eyes, and all because she wasn't quick enough. If only she had been faster. "Eponine.. What have I done.. I.. I messed up, I'm sorry. Please hold on, we can do something." she stammers with her eyes wide.

"I'll get help, I just need you to hold on, ok? I'll get a doctor, and when you're better I'll make you a lady, all right? No, I'll make you my sister! Then we can go to parties right away, and fancy dinners, and share dresses. You want that, right?"

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Eponine's body is convulsing as blood continues to pump from the bullet wound. She tries to smile at Hattie, though, showing blood stained teeth.

"A lady........rat is me." Her voice is hoarse, choked by the blood.
"Hold me, Madame.... Don't leave me alone"

She's shaking so much she can't stop, her voice coming out in ragged gasps, quicker and quicker before she slows right down. The bleeding eases a little and Eponine's body stills. Her breaths are shallow, silent, and her eyes are coming unfocused.

"Mariu..." Eponine exhales her breath and she stills completely. She blinks, just once, looking up at Hattie in a mix of sorrow and relief before her eyes unfocus and she dies.

"No.. You are not a rat, understand? That isn't what you are anymore!" Hattie exclaims. She does as asked, holding Eponine a bit higher, giving an encouraging jostle, completely unknowing what to do, unable to even come up with the idea of stopping the bleeding somehow. "I'm right here, I'll get you help, Eponine."

There's so much red. She's never seen so much blood flowing out of a person, and even as it was getting on her clothes, she didn't care or raise a fuss as she had only an hour ago.

When Eponine stops moving, Hattie looks completely stunned. She holds Eponine even tighter, the weight of failure resting upon her shoulders. Why did she wait so long? Why was she so useless? This was completely her fault.

She stays in that position for about half an hour, and during that time she had ignored the lit cigar having set something aflame, which eventually leads to the entire store to burn around her.