Better Run for Cover

Chapter 19: I'll Make You Proud

((Well, here goes... Another closer to the end... Enjoy! -Wolf))

Chapter 19: I'll Make You Proud

{André's p.o.v.}

It took them only moments to get the bullets out of my shoulder and my leg.

However...

... The bullet had paralyzed my right leg. The doctor gave me a crutch after he bandaged me up and had broken the news to me that I would never be able to walk normally again.

I just nodded, part of me wishing I had just died alongside the boys as I limped from the doctor's place, trying to find Javert to thank him for what he had done.

Javert had fed me, given me shelter, and taught me to read, to write, and to speak properly. I had thought he was dead, but apparently, he was not. And now, he was the man that had saved my life.

I remembered him giving the sewers a funny look when those noises had been coming from it, so I hobbled to where I knew the sewers emptied out; the Seine River.

I could see the bridge that crossed the river...

And I could see Javert.

I began to limp faster, my right leg dragging behind me as I shouted, "Javert!"

Javert was balanced precariously on the railing of the bridge, overlooking the muddy water below.

"Javert!" I screamed.

As I neared him, I could hear what he was saying.

"I am reaching, but I fall. And the stars are black and cold. As I stare into the void, of a world that cannot hold."

"Javert!"

"I'll escape now from that world..."

"Stop!"

"From the world of Jean Valjean..."

"What are you doing?!"

"There is nowhere I can turn..."

"NO!"

"There is no way to go on!"

"JAVERT!" I screamed as I hobbled up onto the bridge.

Javert looked down at the water below, and then he leaned forwards.

"NO!"

At my voice, Javert's head turned. "André," he whispered, and then...

... He fell.

I finally made it to where he had been standing moments ago, and all I could do was watch as he fell through the air, and then hit the river, his body making a sickening cracking sound upon impact.

"Javert..." I whimpered, as I saw the dark color of blood mixing with the brown river water. I abruptly sat down and burst into tears.

They were gone.

Everyone.

Everyone I loved was gone, except for Marius, but for all I knew, he was gone too. The last I saw of him was him being shot, and then being carried away by the man that I had thought killed Javert. Now Javert had killed himself though...

More tears streamed down my face.

Javert was dead.

The boys; Bahorel, Lesgles, Prouvaire, Feuilly, Combeferre, Courfeyrac, and Grantaire were dead.

My Gavroche was dead.

My brother... my rock... was dead.

For a moment, I contemplated following Javert to be reunited with my brother and my friends once more, but then...