A Hard Look into the Future

Part 1

by Annie Magee (SKLesMisgirl at aol.com)

Author's Note: Hi everyone! Hope you all enjoyed my first story. Because of your support, I have decided to write another story! For all of you who donít know about Les Miserables , it is a story [Editor's Note: a novel by Victor Hugo, a musical, lots of movies] which takes place in the early 1800ís. It is about a man named Jean Valjean, who steals a loaf of bread to feed his family, is sent to prison and tries to redeem himself with good deeds after breaking parole, and is hounded by a policeman named Inspector Javert. Valjean sets him free once and Javert does the same for the ex-convict, realizes that he has been merciful, and throws himself into the Seine River. So our story begins....

Chapter One: Revival and Astonishing Revelations

Inspector Javert heard noises, strange noises, as he came to. Opening his eyes, he saw things that startled him, even frightened him. Large shaped metal objects that seemed to hover in the air, noises. Strange noises he had never heard before echoed through the air; people dressed in the weirdest ways. Where WAS he?!?!?! Gasping, he stood painfully, and began to look around him. This wasnít Paris; this was a nightmare world, and he wanted out of it!

Suddenly a little voice with a thick British accent called out, "Look, Mommy, what a creepy-looking panhandler!"

He turned and saw a small boy, no more than five, with brown hair and eyes. Beside him, his mother, a blond-haired, blue-eyed woman looked at the policeman. "Tommy, you shouldnít make fun of people less fortunate than yourself! Excuse my son, sir, heís so little...oh, hereís a few credits for you." She placed a few small credits in his hand.

This infuriated the police inspector. He bellowed, "I am NOT a poor man, and I DEMAND to know where I am!"

The woman looked astonished. She screamed at the top of her lungs, "HELP, POLICE! THIS MAN IS A MADMAN!"

He couldnít stop the lady from screaming. Panicking, he ran into the alleyway. Gasping for breath, the inspectorís eyes met the ground where there was a shattered mirror. Looking down, he saw that his reflection was the same, though most of his ashen hair had come loose from its black velvet tie, and there were bags under his eyes from lack of sleep in the past...what was it, two days? His wool coat and shirt were ripped in some places too.

Suddenly, he heard the womanís voice, "He ran in there, officer!"

Javert heard the footfalls, but he couldnít move. I guess I havenít any choice, he thought to himself.

"Police Inspector Lestrade, New London Police! Come out with your hands up!" The voice sounded oddly feminine. Could this world have WOMEN as police officers? He shuddered at the thought. "Inspector Lestrade, New London police, put your hands up and come out slowly!" The voice was certainly feminine, though slightly deeper.

Not wanting to get himself in any more trouble, he slowly put his hands up and walked out of the alleyway and onto the sidewalk to the waiting police officer. She was tall, 5í8" from what he could determine, with chestnut hair that had a long streak of light brown. The officer was holding a strange type of gun and was wearing a BIZARRE version of a police uniform.

"Officer," Javert said calmly, "I didnít mean to cause any trouble. I simply wanted to know where I am."

She kept a straight face, saying in a voice that was kind, but had authority, "I will help you find out what you want to know, sir, but first Iím afraid Iíll have to arrest you for disturbing the peace."

He sighed and nodded, but just as the officer was going to place the cuffs on his wrists, a voice rang out. "What are you doing, Lestrade?"

On to Part 2!

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