A/N: There's a very long and complex story behind this fic. For your sakes, I won't go into it. For the sake of the lyric that this is based on, this is musical-verse. Short and odd, and pretty much pointless.
Take Your Revenge
Javert raised his eyes slowly. There, standing in front of him, was the man he'd been hunting nearly all his life. He'd searched all of Paris, and half of France besides, looking for him, dedicating all of his energy to putting this man behind bars. And now, only feet away from him stood Jean Valjean, a gun in his hand. Ready to end his life. Javert's life.
The inspector gulped. This would hurt.
"We meet again," Valjean said softly. His eyes traveled over Javert without a trace of emotion. His voice was free of feeling, too, leaving Javert wondering what the ex-convict was about to do.
"You've hungered for this all your life." The inspector's voice was bitter; his life was as good as over now. Finished by a convict, dying a spy in the clutches of boys less than half his age...did he ever think it would amount to this? "Take your revenge," Javert spat, turning to face Valjean, who looked him coldly in the eye, then reached into his belt loop.
Javert gasped. Valjean had pulled something out of his belt...something so vile, so horrible, so...twisted. Only a man like him would use such a horrible thing, Javert thought, breaking into a cold sweat. Only Valjean would keep in his belt loop...
A sneaker. A clean white and black running shoe, well made on the outside but that just hid the weapon that it was. The bottom had small grips in it, the laces were thick, white, and circular...and there! On the side! The distinctive black swish.
Breathing hard, Javert turned to face Valjean again, a look of half terror and half fury in his eyes. "How right you should kill with...a Nike."