Learn to See

by The Phantomess

I don't really know all that much about Les Miz yet, going to see it in a few months and I'm working on finishing the book. But from what I've seen, read, and heard, Inspector Javert sounds very interesting so I thought I'd play with the character a bit.

Learn to See

I patrolled the empty street with almost painful concentration, the night was black and fog thick as soup concealed everything until you were practically standing on top of it. Most would have run into a street lamp, which were purposeless at the moment, or a building or parked carriage, but I knew these streets frontwards and backwards better than anything.

My breath billowed out in front of me, it was freezing. I had my collar pulled up to my ears and my hat low on my head to escape from the biting wind. My nightstick, which was of course made of wood, was cold under my arm. There was no sound other than my footsteps resounding off of the buildings, odd, even for a night like this.

My eyes began to droop; I had a feeling that I would not see anything that night. I turned on my heel and began in the other direction, toward home. I walked, taking in the silence around me until suddenly it was shattered by the sound of shattering glass and running footsteps. I whipped around just in time to see a shadow in the mist fleeing the scene. I began my pursuit, my heart thundered and I felt a small grin come across my face as I pulled my pistol. No one could escape Inspector Javert.