I decided to continue this, in hopes of venting some of my own despair and in attempts of cheering myself up.
This was done within 1-2 hours, maybe 3. Just a little something to kick the story off again.
Wow, this is unlike me to post chapters to a story I have yet to finish, lol. Anyway.. I hope you guys like it. :D
The years went by, slow and painful.
Loneliness filled the man who once held the utmost of hope. Loneliness, lack of faith and sorrow.
It has been so long, so very long since that night in the snow-covered forest of which his sin took place within the shadows of the trees.
Jean often dwelled on it, how could he not? It was a life changing time of which gave him something to live for, or use to.
But the years were harsh. The hole in his heart ached worse than any whip wound he had faced in distant memories or any pain of hunger as well as beatings he had long ago received.
Javert left him broken. Jean use to run from him, but now the officer was the one nowhere to be found.
Jean could swear he saw him from time to time when he was out with Cosette, within the corners of the streets, or riding along all proud like and untouchale on his horse.
But a mere glance was all Jean got before he turned his head fully to see the man was never there.
Such a disappointment.. To want someone he could not get.
He surely thought he was losing his mind! What kind of trickery was this? He was going crazy and seeing the man everywhere as the years passed. He longed for him more and more but found himself losing hope by the day.
He was left alone, without a chase at all anymore; least not from Javert. It seems as if word got around to who he was, and thus new officers pursued him. He hated it. Hated how Javert gave up on him. Why?
He'd rather be hunted by the cold wolf he once knew than these new lads he never even met.
Did something happen to Javert? Was he dead? Jean didn't know but surely thought so.
That is, until he heard the voice called on the night of his packing.
He couldn't mistake it, it was Javerts. He knew it anywhere! That voice that could always make his heart flutter. That voice he's done without for too long. He's finally heard it again, and it brung him to his window, in hopes of spotting the man.
He did not however. The wolf must've snuck off into the shadows again after whoever it was he was now hunting down.
Jean didn't know who, but he knew someone was lurking about for just earlier he had to come out and retrieve his daughter.
Cosette, his only companion.. She made the house less depressing with her angelic presence alone.
But she was no comparison. Jean wanted a man there, someone he could do so much more than play a family role to.
Ever since that night of hearing the predators voice, he often found himself sitting by his window, staring out with small faith of catching Javert passing through.
That's all he needed..
All he wanted..
"They can't see.. No they can't. They can't see what you have done to me.." Jean begun, standing from the chair that he was always planted in now and days within his room.
"You left me broken.. Left me to die, in a way I could've never dreamed.. How can this be? What possessed you to just use me?" Jean continued on, walking away from the depression of the darkened outside world on the other side of the glass.
"Your kisses, they melted me.. Your touches, they thrilled me.. They were full of love, a love I did not know.. A love that was stronger than any love I've had before." Jean stopped in front of his bed. A bed that was as cold and lonesome as the forest he were left in so many years ago.
"But you left me.. For a reason I'am without. Fear perhaps? But you scared, how could that be? You were the most fearsome of men I had ever seen."
The man took a sigh, his hand gliding over the wood of his bed post briefly before he continued out. He merely glanced at himself in the oval mirror for a split second.
"If you could only see, what misery you have brung to me.. You shattered my heart, ripped it into. The weakest part, you finally found and used it to take me down. You crushed my hopes, cut my dreams.. And yet you won't ever know!"
Jean grabbed the coat off of its hook as he made his leave from his room.
"I ache every day, from a wound I can not heal. Memories haunt me, and thoughts of what should have been. I try not to dwell, this is the present that was then.. I try not to dwell but I can't forget.. I can't forget how you treated me so unwell.." He stood there, in his doorway, unable to step out, just stare at the floor.
"Your sword, although never touched skin, has destroyed something in me that can never mend."
Songs he once sung of happiness had vanished, all there was left to feel were emptiness inside.
"Every day, every night, I die inside. What has happened, what you did.. I go through life wanting to cry. But I'am strong, I'am a man and a man will always deny. A strong man, he will never cry."
Jean threw his jacket on, grabbing the scarf that was also on a hook next to the one his coat once hung upon.
"They can't see.. No they can't. They can't see what you have done to me.." He trailed off, finally finding the strength within him to move forward.
"Papa, where are you going?" Cosette questioned, as she passed her father heading down the hallway.
"I'am going out, I'm in need of some fresh air." Jean answered his dear sweet daughter.
"Be careful." She frowned. It was late out, what would even posses her father to leave at this hour?
"Don't worry my child, I will be alright." Jean assured.
She gave just a simple nod and he was on his way.
Jean walked through the quiet town. All was isolated at this time of night, with only the drunks out within the alley ways.
But he avoided those. For the sake of not running into trouble by robbers or even worse people.
Little did he know, things were getting harsher within the city. The crime rate was slowly increasing, the people who went about the illegal way of things were getting more daring and some found they didn't need the shadows to shield their acts.
Jean turned, looking back upon hearing the click of boots against concrete.
Who was following him? He wandered but he seen no one.
So, he continued on.
The footsteps picked up again.
Jean found himself walking faster, nearly to the point of running.
But the sound continued to grow louder behind him.
And that did send him into a run, bringing him into the alley ways he would normally not dare go into.
But once more in his life, he wasn't quick enough, and he was stopped by a man in front of him.
Jean stood there, eyes wide and breathing heavily.
This had to be planned. He was cut off both ways as the stranger following him approached from behind.
He didn't need to ask, he knew what they wanted.
Money, but to his dismay he had none on him.
He came out, with one purpose, with no intent of being held up like this in such a dangerous spot.
But here he was, staring in the face of danger.
A demand was given for what he had or his life would be taken in exchange.
Jean pleaded he had nothing to give.
Words were exchanged within a song from then on as the occasional punch came to the mayor.
It was not long til Jean had lost his fight against them. Two against one, it was more than enough for him to handle in these trying times..
As Jean was there on the ground on his hands and knees moments later, coughing and spitting up blood, he surely thought the end was near.
All because he had nothing to give to selfish scum.
"Give us the money or you die." One man demanded.
Jean glanced up at him through soaked hair that hung over his eyes where he had been slung down to one of the puddles in the road previously.
"You can't kill a man that's already dead." Jean remarked. His body might have been going on but everything on the inside was long killed off.
He didn't even have the strength he once did. Hence why he did not win this fight.
Maybe physical death would be a blessing?
Another kick to the stomach and he was sent on his back, coughing up more red that glistened under the moonlight.
He was done, too many injuries from before made that kick all he needed to be pushed over the edge.
Blood mixed in with the wet concrete, as an earlier blow to the head from being banged against the walls around, started to bleed again.
He tried his hardest to stay awake but with each passing second his vision of the men standing over him blurred and then, came the black every few seconds or so when he found it difficult to keep his eye lids open.
The last thing he caught sight of, was the man to his left being punched in the face, sending him flying into the brick wall close by.
Jean tried to watch, he wanted to know who his saviour was or if it was someone who was looking to do more harm to him.
He wanted to see more than anything, but the rest disappeared into darkness as the mayor lost his conciousness finally.
"You damn fool.." The words fell on deaf ears, as the unconscious man was picked up.
Against Jean's knowledge, he was placed onto something large with fur, until the rescuer was upon the beast himself.
Jean was brung back into an embrace, one hand holding him close to the other, as another hand took hold of reins and the creature was off in a gallop; leaving the other two men who dared to hurt the mayor behind with the pain they inflicted to Jean and then some.
I hope you enjoyed. :D
And yes, the little song thing in here is my own original creation.. It's exactly what I feel right now towards someone so I thought why not throw that in here and make this just a bit more musical rather than just complete talk?
Anyway, I hope I can have a third chapter up soon for my wonderful readers.