Alright everyone, welcome!

As a christmas present for you (and in honor of the new movie comming out) I've decided to write up the story of Les Mis for you, with my won twist. This being , I can't think of a better twist to add than a video game twist, and with the plot line (and my sonadow fandom), I'm thinkin to use Sonic! That's right; It's Les Miserables: Sonadow style!

Disclamer: I don't own any Sonic charicters, or any possible forms of ownership of Les Mis.

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-1815, Digne, France

The sun was strong, and hot as hell below. All around convicts were digging stone that would help build the great city of Paris. Some of them were weak, barely able to lift the pick they used to dig. The others just digged the stone like mindless drones, knowing that if they stopped for even a second, the beating they would receive could possibly kill them. All of the convicts were ragged and torn cloths, with a low neck revealing the classification number that had been branded upon their chest with hot iron.

The bell tower rang 3 time signaling the 15 minute break for the midday meal. As the convicts moved to the middle of the quarry, some began to mumble things like "I've done nothing wrong", "Sweet Jesus doesn't care about us", and a few even went as far as to ask "How long, dear Lord, until I die?". But as they all reached their destination, they were silence once more.

They formed a line, all mobian, all male, and most of them hedgehogs. Mobian Hedgehogs were considered to be the most beautiful of all mobians, and the embodiment of freedom with their ability to run literally like the wind. They were kind, generous, and helpful by nature, so they were often arrested as thieves, since 80% France's poor population could barely afford a crumb of bread. Actually, most of the hedgehogs here had done no wrong. They had been arrested for being blamed for others crimes, and some had been arrested to keep the people spirits broken, the people seeing the icon of freedom enslaved in a quarry.

As the line started to move forward toward the pavilion where the generals stayed in the middle of the quarry, a highly obese man with a mustache about two feet long stepped out of the pavilion. He wore a blue suit with 4 decorative buttons, black pants, blue boots, and glasses that were so dark you couldn't see his eyes. "Bring me prisoner 24601!" he shouted. His voice was somewhat high, and rather scratchy. Two wolfs grabbed a teal hedgehog out of the line, and dragged him to the feet of their superior.

"Get up," the man said as he kicked the prisoner. The teal hedgehog slowly struggled to his feet. Once on them, the two wolves grabbed his arms again, but instead of causing the hedgehog further pain, the released the chains he wore. "You're done here," the obese man continued, "Collect your bag and be on your way." The obese man turned, but when he didn't hear footsteps across the gravel, he gave an irritated grunt. "I said go, 24601"

"I have a name," the convict said, " and it's Julian Parlouzer."

"Whatever," the obese man replied as he went back to checking the list he held in his hand. It wasn't until the man recived a well placed kick to the left hip that he really gave a damn. "You know absolutely nothing, you ignorant inspector." Julian continued. The two wolves made an attempt to restrain Julian, but the obese man stopped them, impressed by Julian's courage of defiance. "I lived my life in the shadows, hiding from you so called law holders. I watched as you took innocent mobians to hellholes like this, and all the time I lived by your rules. It was only when my sister, my only family left, got ill did i resort to thievery. I stole one crust of bread from Le' Corbeille à Pain, which is owned by the fattest bakers in all of France. And then you arrested me for just standing in the doorway, and left me here for 19 godforsaken years as my sister was left to die of sickness, waiting for me to come back to her."

The Inspector struggled to his feet. "An interesting scenario you had," the Inspector said rather dryly, "But the law is the law. You admitted your intentions, and that got you 5 years. The rest came when you tried to run, and you actually got me a medal for that. Apparently it's an act of valor to arrest a supersonic mobian. In any case, you paid your time, and thus are on parole. Don't forget the law has it's eyes on you 24601 And don't forget me, Inspector Ivo Robotnik. Somehow I don't think this is the last time we'll meet" Ivo dismissed the two wolves, who dragged Julian to the exit of the quarry. Once there, they threw him into a mud puddle, and tossed an empty bag on him.

"Here's your parole ticket", one of the wolves said as he tossed a yellow slip on the muddy hedgehog. The two wolves turned and left, leaving Julian to fend for himself. Julian got up and wiped the mud from his face. There was a stream nearby, one often visited by released convicts. Julian took a quick bath in the stream. The water may have been a bit chilly, but it felt amazing. Never again would Julien be abused as he had for the past 19 years. He was free, and now it was time to move on.

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Julian had been walking for almost a half hour when he came to a farm. It was harvest season, so they were looking for workers. Julian came up, and asked about some work. They agreed, and handed him a scythe. The rest of Julian's day was spent out in the fields harvesting wheat. As the sun set, the workers headed back to the barn to receive their pay. When Julian arrived however, the father wore an expression of hate, and fear. "You'll have to go," He said, "I'll pay you for today. Collect your stuff and be on your way." He handed Julian some coins, and turned away. Julian was confused, but just went with it...until he counted his pay.

"You've given me half what the other men get!" He yelled, a temper raging in his voice."This handful of coin wouldn't buy me a speck of dirt!" The Mother came out hearing the vocal escalation. She saw Julian, red faced, and his pay on the ground. Not being too far from the convict quarry, she had seen this before and knew what had happened, and what to say. "You broke the law," She said flatly, showing him his parole ticket and pointing to the numbers branded on his chest, "It's there for people to see. Why should you get the same as honest people?"

This got Julian quiet. He realized what his life would now be like: barely able to pay for a crumb of bread, and under constant watch from the law. He gathered his stuff and coin, and walked away. Julian felt a large sense of depression as he walked through the country. Here he was, free from the chain, and no more that the dirt beneath their feet. To make matters worse, he was a hedgehog; the embodiment of freedom. People looked to hedgehogs for hope, but one slip of paper had turned this beacon of hope into a speck of dirt. It was getting dark fast, and Julian knew he had to find a place to spend the night. Nearby there was a church. The Bishop probably won't take kind to a criminal asking for shelter. Julian thought. I'll just sleep in the graveyard next to the church. Julian found a nice tombstone, got comfy and drifted off to sleep.

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Julian woke up in a warm bed. He had no idea how he got there, but he sensed he was not alone. He looked to his side to find a snow white kitsune sitting in a chair next to the bed. "God bless your awake," She said. By the cross the kitsune had around her neck and the robe she wore, Julian concluded this must be the Bishop. "Mother," Julian asked, "Why bring me into your church? By now you must have seen that I'm a convict on parole."

"Yes I have," The kitsune replied "And I care not. In God's eyes we are all equal, and we must forgive the crimes of others. Now please pardon me, It is late and I must get to bed." With that, the Bishop left the room. Julian lay in bed awake, thoughts circling in his head. After a while he got up and exited his room into what looked like a chapple. The room was bare, save a table with some silver and candlesticks, and an alter. Julian approached the silver, and suddenly thought of something. This silver is worth ten times more that what I could make in a month He though. That Bishop did his bit of good, now let him finish that good by providing me with money for bread. Julian stuffed the silver in his bag and ran out the door...Right into a passing patrol.

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"What is the meaning of this, Officer?" The bishop asked as she was walked to the door. All she knew was that an officer had woken her up at 2:00 AM to show her something. "We found a thief," the Officer explained as the two exited the building, "and here he is." Tied to a tree was Julian, cuffed, beaten, and bruised. "We found this in his bag," The officer continued, handing the Bishop the silver Julian had taken. "Go on," the other Officer said, kicking Julian in the gut, "Tell her your story. You said were lodging here last this night. And then out of 'Christian goodness', when she learned about your burden, you pretended she gave you this silver..."

"That is correct" The kitsune confirmed. The two guards were shocked by the Bishop, but the Bishop still had more to say. "But my friend you, surely something slipped your mind," The Bishop then briefly disappeared into the church, and brought back the two candlesticks Julian had left. "You forgot I gave these candlesticks as well, so why leave them? Misures, release him. This man has spoken true. Farewell, and may God's blessings go with you." The two officers looked at eachother, and then released Julian. When they had gone Julian hung his head in shame as he started to leave, but the Bishop stopped him.

"Remember this, Brother," she said to Julian, ". I have pardoned you for a second chance. Use this precious silver to become an honest man. I have seen others like you, whom God has raised out of darkness. Now turn away from that path; I have bought your soul for God." The kit then made a cross across Julian's chest, and disappeared into the church leaving Julian alone once again.

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Julian had walked to the river, the same river he had drunk from when he was first released. His body was quiet,. but his mind was trying to work out what to do. What have I done? He thought. The bishop trusted me, and then I go and steal her silver. If it weren't for her compassion, I'd be back in that quarry again. She showed me kindness. I thought that kindness was dead. Julian sighed. What now? I can't sell this, that feels like selling stolen goods, and I' no thief. I also can't earn enough to buy bread with this ticket constantly showing my status... Julian suddenly got an idea. He pulled out his parole ticket, and ripped it up. With the ticket in pieces he threw it into the river. "That's that." he said to himself, "I must start anew".

Ladies and Gentlemen:

I present to you

One Day More!

The Story of Les Mis Retold With Sonic and Friends Filling The Cast

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Right then, I should have the next bit up on the 14th of January. Please be shure to R&R!