hadrianuscorruit:

He’s used to this —  being a human
prop,  a mass murder  weapon  that
locks  everything  away, that forgets
feeling, that shatters any perception
that  could  lead  to  people thinking
they    could    HURT him.   He   is
NOTHING  but  a machine, cold and
hars — D E A D L Y.

               SILENCE  envelopes  him,  and   he
               waits  for  the  next  succession   he
               knows  will come: a soft click as the
               trigger  is drawn, and then a thud of
               another body down.

There are no words for this moment,
but  a  nod  of  acknowledgement is
given  as  Grantaire’s  own  eyes  fix
upon  the  target. His heart is racing
in   his   chest,   breath   heavy   and
swollen,  but he dares not move, for
one    wrong    move    could    blow
everything.

:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::

              They’ve started a timed bomb–
          that’s what it is, that’s what the first
          shot is. The driver of that truck, the
          officer of the administration, is dead,
          bleeding with his hands still on the
          wheel. Enjolras spares a moment of
          mourning for him– he who is just
          doing his job, he who lives in privilege
          because he’s given up on France, 
          on the  w o r l d . 

                            The second officer, the one who
                         managed to get out, tried to run–
                         his body twitches, uncontrollable
                         nerves bringing life to death and it
                         takes a moment longer to ascertain
                         he’s truly dead. It’s only then that
                         Enjolras gives Grantaire two taps 
                         on the back, running full tilt towards
                         their mission, the supplies they’re
                         ｈ  ｉ  ｊ  ａ  ｃ  ｋ  ｉ  ｎ  ｇ.

            He takes a moment to open the
          driver side door, the slumped over
          corpse falling out as he does so.
          Enjolras grimaces, but doesn’t stop
          moving. Instead, he goes, “Drive.”
          and jumps in the passenger seat.