DISCLAIMER:

I do not own ANY of the characters in this story. I just like to play with them and ruin people's dreams. It's relaxing. Strictly Non-Canon, no character pairings. If you don't like, don't read. Enjoy!

Javert stood frozen, gazing around in a kind of blind, panicky haze. His mind raced through every detail, every moment of his last encounter with 24601. He didn't understand…NO…he WOULD NOT understand, why he had let the convict just walk away. That solitary action had gone against all his morals, all the time and effort he had put into tracking the man down. There was no logic behind the decision. And when there was no logic, the world didn't have the same order anymore. His world was built upon order, on rules. Breaking those rules, his self-made values, had changed…had ruined…everything.

Javert looked around in utter despair, fear coursing through his body as he tried to convince himself that his decision was ultimately the right one, the only one he had. He stared down the steep drop in front of him, battling with himself. His fists were clenched so tightly that his finger nails had cut into his palms.

His mind made up, Javert forced himself into his perfect iron posture, trying to regain some control of his limbs, which felt like lead. He took one last long look around, and then stared back down into churning waters below him. He took one tentative step forward, and stopped, taking in a deep breath. He tried one last time to convince himself that what he was about to do was right.

"There is no way to go on."