A Debt Repaid
By Ms. Neptune Holmes
A/N: Sadly none of this (except the idea for the story) belongs to me.
They are the property of their creator Victor Hugo and Cameron Mackintosh.
Please don't waste you're time trying to sue me, I am only a poor high
school student.......
Inspector Javert looked down to the gurgling dark water of the Seine, he let his memory recall the events of his life. He let his mind think about the last few hours, and wondered why he had let Jean Valjean get to his better judgement. There was only one way out now-- Javert was about to let himself fall into the dak abyss, when he felt someone grab his coat collar. He looked up and saw Jean Valjean. He did not struggle; he knew what was going to happen. With all his strength, Jean Valjean managed to pull Javert back on to solid ground. He sat against the jagged rock of the bridge, breathing heavily from the effort of his deed. He was given a start when he saw the policeman reach for his sword he'd left on the parapet and throw it in front of him. "Kill me," he said. Valjean stared at him a moment, not knowing what to do.
"Do it, confound you!" Javert screamed suddenly. Valjean picked up the sword and Javert waited for the fatal blow. He smiled sadly. Then, Valjean did something that Javert did not expect. Standing again, he faced the river. "What are you doing?" Javert whispered and stood too. He did not answer but gripped the sword even tighter in his hand. Using his tremendous strength, he hurled the sword into the murky water. Javert watched as his weapon was swept away with the current. He grabbed Valjean's collar, shaking him violently, his face pallid and voice shaky. "Why did you do that?!!" He sank back to the ground, sobbing. Valjean kneeled in front of him and held him close, letting Javert cry on his shoulder. "Shhh, it's all right," Valjean whispered. That comforted Javert, and gradually his tears ended and he slept, after many days of being deprived from doing so...
The End
Inspector Javert looked down to the gurgling dark water of the Seine, he let his memory recall the events of his life. He let his mind think about the last few hours, and wondered why he had let Jean Valjean get to his better judgement. There was only one way out now-- Javert was about to let himself fall into the dak abyss, when he felt someone grab his coat collar. He looked up and saw Jean Valjean. He did not struggle; he knew what was going to happen. With all his strength, Jean Valjean managed to pull Javert back on to solid ground. He sat against the jagged rock of the bridge, breathing heavily from the effort of his deed. He was given a start when he saw the policeman reach for his sword he'd left on the parapet and throw it in front of him. "Kill me," he said. Valjean stared at him a moment, not knowing what to do.
"Do it, confound you!" Javert screamed suddenly. Valjean picked up the sword and Javert waited for the fatal blow. He smiled sadly. Then, Valjean did something that Javert did not expect. Standing again, he faced the river. "What are you doing?" Javert whispered and stood too. He did not answer but gripped the sword even tighter in his hand. Using his tremendous strength, he hurled the sword into the murky water. Javert watched as his weapon was swept away with the current. He grabbed Valjean's collar, shaking him violently, his face pallid and voice shaky. "Why did you do that?!!" He sank back to the ground, sobbing. Valjean kneeled in front of him and held him close, letting Javert cry on his shoulder. "Shhh, it's all right," Valjean whispered. That comforted Javert, and gradually his tears ended and he slept, after many days of being deprived from doing so...
The End