Your Redemption: Chapter Four: You're a Dog! Get that Through Your Head!
Despite all efforts to assert his humanity, Javert failed miserably. He was a dog, flesh in blood, through all odds, he was a dog! How he hated it! The collars, the tags, the bones, the water dishes, the foods. Oh, he hated it all! He treated it with a vile loathing, and cursed everything he could think of for his lot in this life.
But one thing stopped him from reverting entirely and giving up. Oh, it nearly drove him mad in the process, to be sure, but he survived it.
Emily had been writing about songs and cds for years, so she had quite a little collection of her own which she listened to while she wrote, or simply for the sake of listening. It was one day, while Cojack peacefully lay at her feet by a chair that she was listening to Les Miserables. She had skipped a few songs, because only one kept on running through her head, and she'd forgotten the words to it. The ancient CD player hummed for a moment before starting the track and she hummed happily to the music.
Who is this man,
What sort of Devil is he,
To have me caught in a trap and choose to let me go free?
It was his hour at last to put a seal on my fate,
Whip up the past and watch me clean up the slate.
All it would take was the flick of his knife,
Vengeance was his and he gave me back my life.
Javert cocked his ear to the fast paced lyrics, but paid little mind to them.
Damned if I'll live in the debt of a thief,
Damned if I'll yield at the end of the chase.
I am the law and the law is not mocked.
I'll spit his pity right back in his face.
Javert opened a disinterested eye, and found his head swinging in time, despite himself. Catchy.....
There is nothing on earth that we share.
It is either Valjean or Javert.
WHAT?! His eyes popped open and he began howling. That was him! That was him they were singing about!
"Cojack no bark!" He did not obey, continuing to howl like a banshee. Damn it, they had stalked him! These people had tracked him down! As little sense as it made, it was the only explanation he could think of, and he was not in a right frame of mind at the moment.
"Cojack! Shut up!" Emily ordered.
"Screw you!" he seemed to say, for he continued to howl, and only stopped when his mistress' hand clamped down on his nose and her other hand on his collar and dragged him outside!
No! This wasn't right! This wasn't fair! How had they known? How had they found out! Snarling at the offending glass door, he continued to snarl and snap at it; leaving drool stains on the polished glass.
"Let me in!" he shouted, but it was of no use. Finally, he gave up. He could almost hear the Spirit laughing at him.
The weeks passed, and Javert did not forget the incident, but he put it behind him. He was in a brooding mood whenever the CD played, especially that song in particular. It was, after about two weeks, that his leash was clipped on and he was taken into the red beast. Emily had said something about tutoring, or neutering, or something along those lines.....
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P.O.V
Javert
Netherfield Animal Clinic, Debut St, 09573
New York City, New York
Present Day, 2004
I've been violated!
Oh those doctors, you never can trust them! How I hate them. It's always the same! They stick a needle in you; make you fall asleep, and bam! You wake up on a concrete floor in a cage! And in this case, have lost a few ounces of flesh by your tail!
I hate my life.
I'm not in the same place as before, it feels warmer here. That girl is here, so apparently, we're going home.
I hate my life.
Nope, I'm not forgiving her for this one. Back home, I'm going to cause as much trouble as I can! I'll snarl, be offensive, and I'll chew on her shoes if I have to, but she's not getting away with this one!
"Oh stop pouting, you big baby! I spent extra on laser surgery just so you'd recover sooner! You look fine!"
Easy for her to say!
"Come on Cojack, how about a bone? A nice, big bacon flavored bone? You want one? Huh, boy?"
No, I don't, now go away you freak. She continues to tempt me with that disgusting stick, and reluctantly, I whack it out of her hands with my paw. There. Satisfied?
To Be Continued....
Sorry that one's so short. Writer's block, you know? Well, it's a pretty short fic in general, so it'll be done with soon.