"A Debt Repaid" part 2
By Ms. Neptune Holmes
Hello everyone. At the recommedation of Amz, Manon and Thalia, I wanted to extend my story a little. Thank you to SS/Destiny Daae, Starknight, Thalia, Cheshire, Manon, Becky, Diana, and Amz for the reviews! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Valjean awoke to the chilly air of morning,watching as the sun peeked over the Parisian city. His arms felt empty and it was only then that he realized that Javert had disappered. Valjean's memory of the previous floated back into his conciousness; how he had stopped Javert from jumping from the parapet, and how the police inspector had broken down into tears when Valjean refused to kill him. Jean Valjean looked at the bulwark, the old man noted that Javert's things, which had been left on the pavement during his attempted suicide, was gone, presumably taken by Javert himself. Valjean's eyes fell back to the pavement, where a litte, folded piece of paper, and had been pinned down, ironically, with the inspector's own handcuffs. Valjean lifted the paper from the iron weights, unfolded it, and read the note in Javert's percise and clear handwriting.
'Valjean,
We now stand at equilibrium, you and I. Our minds are clear of wrongdoing, and the debts are repaid. You shall no longer hear from me, and therefore you are freed from the burden of being hunted.I have retired from my police duties and I will be leaving Paris, and will most likely never return.I gather that suicide is a cowardly way to leave this world.I do not have any clue of what my future may hold, but I believe that yours will be much more brighter, now that part of your past that blighted your happiness will be out of the picture.
Goodbye,
Marlon Corbin Javert.
Police Inspector of the late Paris Prefect. First Class. '
Jean Valjean let the paper drop from his fist,which blew in the wind. It flew over the brige and into the rapids, where it was quickly swept away with the current. A ray of morning sunshine pierced a cloud, soaking the parapet with its golden light. Valjean looked up at the sky with tears rolled down his face. 'Free,' he thought to himself, 'I am finally free. Now I may live my life in peace.'
About a mile outside of Paris, a coach was speeding away from the city, a lone and solemn figure its only occupant. Marlon Javert looked back only once, as he fled from his dreary past, and continued on to his unforeseeable new life.
The End (Really ^_^)
By Ms. Neptune Holmes
Hello everyone. At the recommedation of Amz, Manon and Thalia, I wanted to extend my story a little. Thank you to SS/Destiny Daae, Starknight, Thalia, Cheshire, Manon, Becky, Diana, and Amz for the reviews! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Valjean awoke to the chilly air of morning,watching as the sun peeked over the Parisian city. His arms felt empty and it was only then that he realized that Javert had disappered. Valjean's memory of the previous floated back into his conciousness; how he had stopped Javert from jumping from the parapet, and how the police inspector had broken down into tears when Valjean refused to kill him. Jean Valjean looked at the bulwark, the old man noted that Javert's things, which had been left on the pavement during his attempted suicide, was gone, presumably taken by Javert himself. Valjean's eyes fell back to the pavement, where a litte, folded piece of paper, and had been pinned down, ironically, with the inspector's own handcuffs. Valjean lifted the paper from the iron weights, unfolded it, and read the note in Javert's percise and clear handwriting.
'Valjean,
We now stand at equilibrium, you and I. Our minds are clear of wrongdoing, and the debts are repaid. You shall no longer hear from me, and therefore you are freed from the burden of being hunted.I have retired from my police duties and I will be leaving Paris, and will most likely never return.I gather that suicide is a cowardly way to leave this world.I do not have any clue of what my future may hold, but I believe that yours will be much more brighter, now that part of your past that blighted your happiness will be out of the picture.
Goodbye,
Marlon Corbin Javert.
Police Inspector of the late Paris Prefect. First Class. '
Jean Valjean let the paper drop from his fist,which blew in the wind. It flew over the brige and into the rapids, where it was quickly swept away with the current. A ray of morning sunshine pierced a cloud, soaking the parapet with its golden light. Valjean looked up at the sky with tears rolled down his face. 'Free,' he thought to himself, 'I am finally free. Now I may live my life in peace.'
About a mile outside of Paris, a coach was speeding away from the city, a lone and solemn figure its only occupant. Marlon Javert looked back only once, as he fled from his dreary past, and continued on to his unforeseeable new life.
The End (Really ^_^)
