This story takes place from Javerts perspective. This is my first fan fic let me know what you think, thanks :).
Death was a concept I had come to understand and even embrace. Death was expected, especially for the sinful prisoners I watched over.
But there was something incomprehensible about someone so young being dead, it went against the laws of God. I watched Garvoche grow, his scum of "parents" I assumed they stole him rather than birthed him, had ignored him since day one. But I recognized a familiar spirit in Garvoche. When he came of age I had planned to recruit him for police work.
He was dedicated, brave and he stood for the rights of his people. I had thought I measured up to him, but I realize now that I fell short. I stood for unseen unworthy monarchs who would rather see their people suffer than dare lend a hand. I stood for a false sense or piety, I chased a righteous man for years all he did was try to make a better life for himself.
Garvoche, you deserve to be recognized for your bravery...
The metal of honor that I felt so proud of soon felt heavy and cheap on my chest. I have done nothing to deserve this honor...
"But you have," I whisper gently.
As I pinned the metal on his chest I studied his face, the look of angry rebellion that I had seen on his face was gone. It was now replaced with a sickening stillness, his eyes were glossy and dead. I closed them, let him sleep now in the Father's care.
After closing his eyes I prayed, I prayed for the souls that were lost today, and the souls that would never be the same. I also prayed for the souls that I had once condemned, who was I to say they didn't deserve grace, or mercy, or love?
What monster did this? Who was responsible for this innocent child's death?
"Inspector Javert!" The answer echoed in my ears. Ah yes... I was responsible.
"Silence." I said to the unknown voice.
I continued praying, this time I prayed my own soul. I knew what I had to do, I must pay for my sins, even if God could never forgive me.