So... after deleting all my 'bad' stories, here's my first decent one!

Disclaimer: I don't own Les Mis

Thanks to my best friend Jordy (anakmanga) for betaing!

The Army Officer

"Hey, Julian, wait up!" Hadley called to his best friend, Julian Enjolras.

Julian Enjolras laughed. "Slowpoke, hurry up!"

They were chasing each other again. Cat and mouse…

Hadley's dark eyes were emotionless as he fired at the barricade. A body fell off the barricade onto the students'—no, rebels' side.

The army officer refused to acknowledge the fact that they were students—young men like him. No, they were rebels.

Rebels. Nameless rebels. Strangers to him.

But Hadley has always been a truthful man.

Hadley quietly sneaked through Julian Enjolras's kitchen. He silently took cookie from his friend's cookie jar.

The next day, Enjolras was ranting to his friends Killian Courferyac and Jaqcues Combeferre. Hadley sat on a swing nearby.

"—my aunt made those for me, and one of them went missing!" he wailed.

Hadley tried to swallow down his guilt. "Hey, Hadley, do you know what happened to my cookies?" Julian Enjolras asked. Hadley tried to stay quiet, but his conscience won over him.

"I ate one!" he wailed.

Those rebels weren't nameless. They were his friends—Julian, Killian, Jacques, even little Jean Prouvaire, who had been his roommate for a year.

Hadley took a deep breath as he ordered his men to shoot up.

He heard Killian's familiar Scottish-accented voice shout out. He heard the faint 'thump' of Jean Prouvaire's little body. He hear Jacques trying to talk to Julian, before Jacques's voice was cut off by the sword of Death.

Hadley swallowed his guilt as he marched up.

Julian Enjolras was standing there, backed against a window.

Julian.

Enjolras.

Julian Enjolras.

Hadley's best friend.

His target.

Hadley didn't even notice the curly-haired man besides Julian. He trained his gun on Enjolras.

Enjolras. His enemy.

Not Julian. His friend.

As much as Hadley tried to ignore the guilt, he couldn't deny he was about to kill his best friend.

Enjolras was known for his marble façade. But Hadley had grown up with that façade. He knew how to read Julian Enjolras.

As Hadley prepared to shoot, he saw Julian's pleading eyes.

Why, he seemed to be asking.

Truth be told, Hadley didn't know either. He didn't know why he was training his gun on Enjolras, ready to kill his best friend. He didn't know.

He never knew.

Between the two of them, Enjolras had always been smarter. For a moment, Hadley almost put down his gun, almost declared his undying loyalty for Enjolras's cause. But even though Enjolras had always been smarter, Hadley wasn't an idiot either. He knew that joining Enjolras was practically a death wish. Though Enjolras was smarter, Hadley was wiser. He knew that Enjolras would die anyway.

Why kill himself alongside Enjolras?

There was no hope in not killing Enjolras. Hadley just hoped that Enjolras would understand.

Still, in his cold, stone-hard heart, he felt regret as he fired.

He felt mercy as Enjolras's body was pierced with eight bullets and fell out of the window.

He felt grief as he realized he had just killed all his friends.

The Inspector wasn't the only one to commit suicide thanks to the barricade. "Go," Hadley ordered his men.

After his men had left, Hadley pulled Enjolras's body back into the café. The officer went to some remaining drawers and dug around until he found some papers and a pen. With a heart-wrenching start, Hadley recognized Enjolras's handwriting on some.

'The monarchy colonizes us. Human beings are all born equal—we are neither good nor evil. Vive la France! The poor—'

Hadley stopped reading. It was just too painful, remembering his friend. He took one of the empty pages and wrote on it.

'Hadley Lumeire and Julian Enjolras. Best friends. Born equal—dead equal.'

Hadley placed the note on the ground besides Enjolras. Gulping, Hadley cut across one of Enjolras's gun wounds. Blood poured out. He was faced with blood and guts, and all other icky human organs that he didn't want to describe.

Gritting his teeth, the brunet plunged his hand in. Immediately, Hadley wanted to throw up. He could feel guts and blood surrounding his fingers. Hadley desperately poked around. He could feel Enjolras's stomach and intestines. Hadley's fingers poked into a hole in Enjolras's stomach. Half-digested food, coated in blood, surrounded Hadley's fingers.

His fingers closed around one of the bullets. Triumphant, Hadley pulled it out. It was covered in blood and half-digested food. Hadley didn't care.

Hadley unloaded his gun—the same one he had used to kill Enjolras and his friends—and put in the bloody bullet. Standing besides Enjolras, Hadley shot himself through the heart.

He dropped dead besides his friend.

I just found out she thought Hadley killed Enjolras because he was guilty that he stole Enjolras's cookies...