Better Run for Cover

Chapter 1: Andrè

{This is my first Wattpad creation, so cut me some slack, eh? It sounded pretty good in my head, but what do you think? Please comment and vote if you like it! -Wolf}

((I do not own any of the lines and lyrics from the musical that are used in this - all rights go to Alan Boublil, Claude Michel Schönberg, Cameron Mackintosh, etc. Creds to Victor Hugo for the original plot.))

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Better Run for Cover

Chapter 1: Andrè

{Andrè's p.o.v.}

I sat silently on the window sill of a small house. It was a neat, orderly looking house, and around the back where I was, there was a single-stall stable with a horse in it.

I peered into the window, sighing, my breath fogging up the glass. Inside I could see a small table with a golden cross, and two gold candlesticks. A man was kneeling, his hands folded in prayer.

This man was Javert; Inspector, police man, once jail-guard. A good definition for this man would be the law itself.

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My name is Andrè. I am twelve years old, though I am relatively small for my age, and I live on the streets of Paris, France.

Being a street urchin, I haven't had access to a proper education, so the way that I speak stands true to that fact.

I only know of one living relative, my brother. I never knew my parents, and my brother never talks about them. My brother's name is Enjolras. He tries to help me when he can, but he is busy enough planning a revolution against the king without having to worry about taking care of me.

This is my story.

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I watched Javert silently, enjoying the fact that for once, I could see someone living a normal enough life. Javert didn't have to steal in order to stay alive. He had enough money to get by, he had a job, he had a house, and he had food on his table.

I had nothing more than a sou or two when my brother could spare it and the clothes on my back.

Somehow though, I managed to stay alive.

I watched as Javert rose to his feet and grabbed his hat, gun and sword, and then left the house.

I heard him coming around to the back, so I grabbed onto the gutter above me and pulled myself up onto the roof, flattening myself against the rough material.

Javert led his horse out of its stable, saddled it, and then rode towards the center of the town, several other soldiers joining him as he rode.

I waited until they were a little ways away before following them. I slid down the gutter on the side of the house and landed on the window sill once more before jumping down to the ground. I then headed off after them, sticking to the shadows.

I was a thief, so I most certainly didn't want Javert to see me.

Javert and the men vanished around a corner a moment later. Curious, I stuck my head out of the shadows, looked around, and then darted across the street and around the corner as well. I frowned. The soldiers were still riding down the street, but Javert was nowhere to be seen...

The sound of horse hooves on stone clattered behind me and I turned around just in time to see Javert riding around the corner of a house, coming straight towards me.

I yelped and turned to run, but strong hands scooped me up and pulled me onto the horse's back in front of Javert.

"Gotcha," I heard him mutter. I squirmed in his grip, kicking and clawing at him with my nails, but he didn't let go.

With one arm holding me firmly against his chest and the other on the reins, Javert spurred his horse forwards and followed the rest of the soldiers.

I swallowed hard. Prison is no place for a child...

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