Suddenly, the red-haired woman returned, with a map, and set it down on a large crate at the bottom of the barricade. Michael and Cameron went over to her, and she nodded curtly before opening the map.

"I have overheard their plans
There will be no attack tonight..."

She indicated on the map where she had seen more soldiers.

"They intend to starve us out
Before they start a proper fight
Concentrate their force
Hit us from the right."

"Liar!" called a young voice from the barricade.

Cameron turned to look. It was that little kid, Benji!

"Good evening, dear inspector
Lovely evening, my dear.
I know this man, my friends
His name's Inspector Javert!"

An impostor! Immediately, Cameron and Fred pointed their rifles at her.

"So don't believe a word he says
'Cause none of it's true
This only goes to show
What little people can do!"

Benji came up to the Inspector, and took her pistol from its holder. He paraded around with it proudly.

"And little people know
When little people fight
We may look easy pickings
But we've got some bite!"

He pointed it at some of the crowd, and they ducked, not wanting to get shot if he accidentally set it off.

"So never kick a dog
Because he's just a pup..."

Michael managed to wrangle the gun from him, and Benji pouted for a second, but continued with his little manifesto.

"We'll fight like twenty armies
And we won't give up
So you'd better run for cover
When the pup grows up!"

Benji made a lewd gesture right in Candace's face, and Jimmy grabbed him and pulled him back, lest he would try to punch her.

"Bravo, little Benji, you're the top of the class!" he said, ruffling Benji's hair.

"So what are we going to do with this snake in the grass?" asked Fred.

"Shoot him!" suggested Kenny.

Michael shook his head, and instructed two members of the crowd to take the Inspector away.

"Tie this man and take him
To the tavern in there
The people will decide your fate,
Inspector Javert!"

Suddenly, gunshots rang out in the street, and Kenny pointed, shouting "There's a boy climbing the barricade!"

The boy stumbled over the top, and Cameron realized with a start that it was Roxie. He rushed over to her, helping her down from the top.

"Good God! What are you doing?
Roxie, have you no fear?
Have you seen my beloved?
Why have you come back here?"

They managed to make it to the ground without any more shooting, and Roxie, wavering on her feet, mumbled an explanation.

"Took the letter like you said,
I met her father at the door
He said he would give it -
I don't think I can stand any more..."

She collapsed, and Cameron barely caught her before she landed on the cold ground. Cameron's concern was growing - obviously there was a problem. He knelt down and laid her on his lap, stroking her face.

"Roxie, what's wrong?
I feel there's something wet upon your hair..."

He looked at his hand, and saw her blood all over it. Trying not to panic, he held her closer.

"Roxie, you're hurt,
You need some help!"

He opened her coat, and saw that from the sight of her abdomen, there was nothing that could be done.

"Oh God, it's everywhere..."

But Roxie seemed calm, and she reached up to touch his face with a smile.

"Don't you fret, M'sieur Cameron
I don't feel any pain
A little fall of rain
Can hardly hurt me now..."

She put her hand down; holding it up already seemed too much of an effort.

"You're here, that's all I need to know
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
And rain will make the flowers grow."

Cameron refused to believe that his friend was dying, right here in his arms. She had always been so full of life and ambition. How was it that he could see the life slipping from her as she bled?

"But you will live, Roxie - dear God above,
If I could heal your wounds with words of love!"

Weakly, Roxie shushed him.

"Just hold me now, and let it be.
Shelter me, comfort me..."

She closed her eyes, preparing for the road that she was soon to take.

"So don't you fret, M'sieur Cameron
I don't feel any pain
A little fall of rain
Can hardly hurt me now..."

Cameron knew that all he could do now was comfort her in her last moments.

"Hush-a-bye, dear Roxie,
You won't feel any pain
A little fall of rain
Can hardly hurt you now..."

"I'm here," Cameron said, holding her hand.

"That's all I need to know," sighed Roxie. "And you will keep me safe, and you will keep me close..."

Cameron held her even closer. "I will stay with you till you are sleeping..."

Roxie opened her eyes, for what seemed to be the last time. "And rain..."

"And rain..." Cameron echoed, a single tear running down his cheek.

"Will make the flowers..." said Roxie, trailing off helplessly.

"Will make the flowers..." whispered Cameron, sensing that this was really the end.

Roxie closed her eyes, and with a shudder, she was gone.

Still, Cameron finished her last sentence. "...grow..."

A rush of grief fell upon him, and he wept bitterly, clinging desperately to Roxie's body. There was a long moment of silence as he cried, which he was grateful for. Eventually, however, Michael came over to him and put his hand on Cameron's shoulder.

"She is the first to fall
The first of us to fall upon this barricade."

Cameron looked up at his friend, trying to pull himself together for the sake of the revolution.

"Her name was Roxie
Her life was cold and dark, yet she was unafraid."

"We fight here in her name," said Fred quietly. "She will not die in vain."

"She will not be betrayed," added Xavier.

Gently, Michael, Fred, and Xavier picked up her body and carried her down an alley. A sympathetic undertaker lived there.

When they returned, all they could do was wait.


"Adding to the death roster here. Let's see...I'm pretty sure that I'm only the third person to die," said Roxie, neatly writing "Body Count = 3" next to her own death.

"Body count. I like it," Cameron commented, twisting his hair around his pencil.

Sophia poked him. "Pay attention, or I'll force you to," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Sophia, if you threaten him with romance then you won't be paying attention, either," said Roxie.

"Eh. You have a point there."


Phineas saw the barricades and the soldiers, and slipped past without notice. Luckily, having to be prepared with many disguises had benefitted a situation besides escape.

A olive-skinned young man noticed him first, pointing his rifle.

"Here comes a man in uniform
What brings you to this place?"

"I come here as a volunteer," said Phineas, holding up his hands in surrender to show he had no weapons.

The olive-skinned boy didn't relax his stance. "Approach and show your face."

"You wear an army uniform," pointed out a young man with light brown spiky hair.

Phineas made no movement from where he was, he just hoped that none of the soldiers on the other side had noticed him on the barricade yet. "That's why they let me through."

The olive-skinned boy looked over towards the window of the nearby tavern. "You see that prisoner over there?"

"A volunteer like you!" said the boy with spiky hair.

"A spy who calls himself Javert!" added another brown-haired boy.

The spiky-haired one snickered. "He's gonna get it, too..."

"They're getting ready to attack!" cried the olive-skinned boy.

"Take this and use it well!" said a young man with dark curly hair, obviously the leader, pulling him down the barricade and handing him a rifle. "But if you shoot us in the back, you'll never live to tell..."

The others got into position, and Phineas found a spot to shoot from. As he looked at the young men, he wondered exactly which one was Cameron.


"Why is it that I can totally imagine your dad doing something like that?" Cameron asked, chuckling. "I feel like he'd challenge me to some battle or something to prove my worthiness to date you."

"You're lucky he hasn't already," Sophia whispered. "Don't give him any ideas."

A/N: So as you've probably guessed from the last two chapters, Cameron has come over to join in the fun. He's a dork. XD

Next two chapters will be up whenever I can write chapters 25 & 26. I like to stay four chapters ahead at all times. So it will most likely be sometime this week.