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hamilheros · 8 years ago

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what do you fall for? (8)

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Warnings: fighting, cursing

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A/N: Sorry we took so long for another chapter! But I hope y’all like it!

Thomas laughed, looking at George's outstretched hand. He took it in his, and they exchanged a firm handshake. You watched the two of them, confused. Weren't they enemies? What was happening?

"After six fucking years. George, I never thought you would be the one to invade James' mind. In fact, I recall that you said you'd never use your powers on the rest of us. What changed that?" Thomas was smiling, but it didn't reach his eyes. You were sure he was angry, his fingers were wrapped tight around the top of his cane. George shrugged, "I wouldn't have done that a long time ago. But times have changed, you know. Endangering innocent civilians? Anti-Heroes? Is that what you call yourselves?" Everyone else was silent. John had his hand on Philip's shoulder, watching them. Hercules and James stood next to each other like they weren't just fighting a few minutes ago. Angelica stood still, and you heard Peggy's heavy breathing next to you. Eliza was standing next to George, her eyes watery. Alexander, Lafayette, and Aaron were still nowhere to be found.

Staring at all of them from this position, you realized that they were all just normal people with different problems. They didn't despise each other like you once thought. They were just a broken family.

Thomas clicked his tongue, nodding slowly, "I suppose. It's still in the works," Thomas let go of his hand, "But it's a different meaning than you may think. We're not evil, you know that, George. We are helping everyone. We are saving thousands of lives-" "-and killing hundreds in the process," George interrupted. Thomas' smirk wavered, staring at him. "I believe your intentions to be true, Thomas. But how many lives will you sacrifice? How many 'natural disasters' will you let happen? Like Y/N," He gestured towards you, "What do they have to do with any of this?" Thomas was growing frustrated. His knuckles were turning white like he was going to break his cane. You hoped that George changed his mind about pestering him, it wasn't such a good idea. "They have everything to do with this, George. You all," He glared at each of them, "-are involving an outside entity in our problems. They’re a normal human, George, and again, you allow another into our inner circle." Thomas glanced around, "I'm sure you remember Martha, correct?" George face twisted, sorrow now shown. "Thomas, stop. She was one of us, she was family," He said simply, and Thomas rolled his eyes, a small smile on his lips. The others looked away, not saying a word.

James cleared his throat, moving closer to him,"Thomas, I don't think it's such a good idea-" Thomas held up his hand, silencing him. James closed his mouth, looking toward Angelica. But Angelica had her arms crossed, ready to hear what Thomas had to say. Peggy looked tense, her fingers clutching tightly on the fabric. You weren't sure what he was going to say, but it seemed to be a big issue. Thomas nodded at her, then continued. "George is lying, he killed her, yes. But it wasn't an accident, you see. I heard the both of them talking about it, and it was on purpose. Martha told George to kill her."

Aaron tapped on the keyboard, watching the scene from the computer terminal. He couldn't hear exactly what was being said, but it seemed like Thomas upset everyone. He leaned in, glancing between everyone. His eyes went to you, and you were bleeding, terribly. But your eyes were watery, and you clenched your fists, staring between George and Thomas. He pressed the zoom in button. Angelica held you down with a hand. You were saying something. Aaron desperately wished he knew what was going on. "Do it, Aaron," George said into Aaron’s mind. Aaron glanced at the red button, shaking his head. That was only for emergencies, and this didn't seem like one. He looked back at the screen. "Aaron Burr, press the button. If you don't, everyone is going to die." George said, this time with more urgency. Aaron's heart was beating quickly. He didn't think it would result to this, George said he would handle the situation. But then he glanced at another camera, seeing Lafayette and Alexander creep into the park. Angelica wasn't paying much attention, so he was sure he wasn't aware of the two of them. Aaron slammed his fist against the board. "Idiots, you were the backup," Aaron murmured. Lafayette looked up at the camera, his eyes seeming to look directly at Aaron. Aaron tensed up. Did the man actually hear him? But then Lafayette winked, looking away. What an imbecile. "Are you even listening to me? Press the fucking button, Aaron!" George yelled. Aaron looked back at the scene. James was holding up his hands, and George was clutching at his throat. Thomas was fighting with Alexander, and Angelica was closing her eyes. The rest were in a crowd, unable to see who was fighting who. "Shit!" Aaron yelled, slamming his palm on the button. Immediately, everyone dropped, except for Y/N. He let out a deep breath, leaning on his chair. He jumped out, and grabbed his bag. He ran out the building, hoping he'd make it there before the rest woke up.

You widened your eyes, looking at all of them dropped on the ground, not moving. You stood up, both terrified and confused. You weren't quite sure what happened, but you weren't staying to find out. You stood up, your legs shaky. You weren't positive if they were alive or not; your mind was elsewhere. You stumbled through them, barely giving a glance. Until your eyes laid on George. You crouched, reaching out your hand to touch him. "Hey!" You jumped, turning to see Aaron standing there, breathing heavily. He shook his head at you, "Don't touch them, I'm not sure what would happen if you do." You stood back up, wiping off your pants. Aaron nodded at you, walking over slowly. He looked exhausted. He opened his bag, pulling out gloves. You raised your eyebrows. "Doing a prostate exam?" You joked. Even in this situation, you had to admit, you loved your humor. Aaron rolled his eyes, shaking his head. He pulled out a needle, already filled with something. You widened your eyes.

“Aaron-” He put a finger to his lips, shushing you. He tapped the edge of the needle, and took out an alcohol cloth. He then turned to you.

“Okay, hold out your arm,” He held out his hand, waiting for you patiently. You shook your head, backing up a few inches.

“Uh, no. I already had my flu vaccination for this season.” Gosh, you were hilarious.

He frowned, “Y/N, this isn’t a joke,” Well he must have read your mind, “This will keep you safe from the toxin that I emitted in the air. The chemical that knocked the rest of them unconscious, and makes everyone who walks by turn a different direction. Now,” He moved closer, “Either you fall under the spell, or you let me inject you. Your choice.”

You glanced at the needle, and sighed, holding out your arm. You were never the best with the equipment, but if you had to, then you would tolerate it. Aaron wiped off your forearm quickly, and punctured your skin. You weren’t sure if he even found a vein, but you cursed. He let the liquid flow inside, then pulled it out quickly. Why couldn’t Lafayette do this? You were sure he’d do a much better job, since he was a doctor and all.

Aaron gave you a Spongebob band-aid, and smiled, dispensing the needle in a trash can nearby. Reminding you that he definitely wasn’t trained to do this. You traced your finger along the band-aid, saying nothing. The others were still passed out, and this time, you knelt down again to check George’s pulse. It was beating wildly for an unconscious man, but at least it was beating at all.

Aaron walked over, something else in his hand. He dropped a drop of the liquid on George, and he jumped up quickly, looking around frantically. His neck was red, from where James was choking him with his own necklace. George took it off, placing it in his pocket.

He turned to you, smiling, “Are you alright, Y/N?” He took a step toward you, but you took a step back. You remembered what Thomas said; he killed Martha, with intent. He lied right to your face. George’s face dropped at your thoughts.

“I can explain-”

“No need,” You interrupted, walking away. You thought New York City would be exciting. You didn’t think you’d find yourself in the middle of a superpower-fueled war. Maybe being in a calmer neighborhood was suited for you.

The others, that were part of the ‘heroes’, all awoke, with the help of Aaron. Eliza barely glanced at George, walking over to her husband. Alexander pulled her into his arms, whispering sweet words to her. He pulled Philip against his side as well.

Hercules and Lafayette exchanged a hug, smiling softly. John patted the two of them on the shoulders, stretching out his limbs. They looked innocent, but, you couldn’t stay with them. You couldn’t look at George without seeing blood fill your eyes. Would he kill you, if you stayed long enough?

“Y/N, it wasn’t that simple. You know that,” George said, looking at his hands, “I’m not a killer.”

You shook your head. Your body was aching, your head throbbing. But you would worry about that later. For now, you needed to leave the park, and think. Think about whether moving back to your home was a better bet than staying here. George looked visibly upset, but didn’t say anything to comfort you. You stumbled through the rest of them, and Hercules touched your arm.

“Where are you going, Y/N? It’s not safe-”

You pulled his arm off, tears welling up in your eyes, “Anywhere is better than here. Don’t call me, don’t visit me, delete my phone number, okay? I, I don’t want to be involved in any of this anymore.”

“But Y/N-” John started, but you held up your hand, silencing him.

“Don’t try to make this harder than it already is. Give me some space, I just, I need some space.”

And with that, you left.

They watched you walk away. Aaron wanted to follow after, to make sure everything was going to be okay, but he decided against it. You were strong, and you could handle yourself. Lafayette’s instincts were kicking in; he wanted to help you heal, but you barely gave any of them a glance. Philip was shaking, his head in his hands. Eliza and Alexander comforted him, saying nothing.

Hercules was clenching his fists. He thought, he thought that with you on the team, everything would be okay. But ever since you were kidnapped, things went downhill. And there was only one person to blame.

Himself.

Hercules was the first to speak up. “George, this wouldn’t have happened, if you didn’t send her out on that mission. Y/N would be safe, sitting in their apartment, watching TV. They wouldn’t have left m-, us, behind. Do you deny everything that Thomas said? About Martha? That you killed her on purpose?”

George nodded, “He’s right. Martha, Martha wanted to die. And Thomas and James knew about it. Thomas walked by the room, while Martha was sick in her bed. I was trying, I tried, every possible way to convince her that this wasn’t a good idea, that, killing her, wouldn’t solve the problems. And she looked at me, and said, ‘I’m tired, George, and I just want to rest, please, just let me rest’, and she went to sleep. I turned around, and saw Thomas and James standing there. They must have told Angelica about it, and I’m not so sure about Peggy. But I’m more than positive that the others told her once they separated from us.”

Everyone was silent. New York City traffic sounds were around them, but it couldn’t cover up the silence happening. Lafayette sighed, sitting at the edge of the fountain. He glanced at your blood stained on the edge, and wiped it away with the water that poured out. He knew how hard it would have been for George to say no to his wife.

Adrienne was the same way when she was on her last leg. He remembered the way she gripped his shirt, and told him that she wanted to die. And the next day, she did. But that didn’t excuse George. He could have brought her to a doctor, to help her. But he didn’t, and that was the problem. The lying didn’t hurt as much as this did.

“George, I forgive you,” Alexander said, smiling softly, “You weren’t thinking clearly, and I know you loved her. Every time you talk about her, I can see the stars in your eyes. So, I forgive you.” He glanced around at the others. Alexander was an easy forgiver. Not many things made him serious angry, not even this. He’s known the man for years, and he knew George never wanted to harm anyone. Especially, someone, he loved as much as Martha.

Eliza nodded, “Okay.” She didn’t say any more. Eliza, she was tough. Tougher than the others credited her to be. Alexander was sure she would get over this hump. John patted George, and Philip said nothing. Alexander knew his son. It would take Philip a while to look at George the same.

But Hercules and Lafayette? They were the ones that needed much more convincing than the others. And by the look on Hercules’ face, Alexander knew he was right in this regard.

“So, we’re just going to let Y/N walk away? After everything they have seen?” Lafayette asked, looking up. “Y/N, they, they are very important to me. I’m not sure why, but I feel like I need to protect them. She’s strong, but I’m not sure that they’re strong enough to handle people with superpowers.”

Aaron scoffed, “Trust me, they are. Y/N could handle anything that they want, if they put their mind to it. You’re not giving them enough credit, Gilbert.”

Hercules was still angry. He was pacing back and forth, walking around the others that were still passed out. At first, meeting Y/N, it was, an interesting experience. They were feisty, they were confused, but they reminded him a lot of himself in many ways. They were headstrong, but they were also reckless. Meeting the Anti-Heroes, here, in a secluded location, could have lost their life. And they were doing it to save them. People they have barely known for more than two weeks

“I’m taking a break,” Hercules turned around. George was picking his brain, so he tried to keep his mind as blank as possible. Until his thoughts put up a picture of you.

“Hercules, we need to give them time-”

“Bullshit, George. You have no right to talk to me right now, none,” He stopped walking, turning around, “You know what? Count me out. I’m done.”

He took off the gold emblem on his uniform, tossing it to the side. Everyone gasped, including Lafayette, whose eyes were red. Laf stood up, taking off his emblem as well. He stood next to Hercules. If Hercules was leaving, then he has to leave too. They were best friends, and he knew he couldn’t stay behind. But from the look on Alexander’s face, he wasn’t having it.

“You’re done? After all of these years, you’re done? Why? Is it because of Y/N?” He asked, letting go of his family. Eliza held onto his arm, trying to stop him. But he shrugged her off, shaking his head. “No, this person shouldn’t break us up. We are a family, Hercules,” He turned to Lafayette, “Does that mean anything to you? At all?”

Lafayette shook his head, “I think I should have left when Adrienne passed. Nothing has been the same since. And this secret George has been hiding, what more is there? What kind of family are we if we cannot tell each other everything?”

Alexander scoffed, “Are you being serious right now?”

John stepped in between them, holding his hands against their chest, “Y’all, we need to stop this, right now. Alex give them some time away, okay? There’s no need to fight, we are a family. We, I think we just need a break, from everything.”

John took off his emblem, putting it in his pocket. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt like this was necessary. There was too much happening between everyone, and he knew that not seeing each other for a while, might break the tension.

George was reading his thoughts, and he nodded. “Yes, let’s, let’s separate, for now.”

Alexander turned back around, “Are you kidding?”

“No, I’m not,” He looked at all of his friends. No, his family. They all looked upset, arms crossed and frowning faces, “You all are right in your own ways. But if we just take time for our jobs and ourselves, we might be able to lessen the stress. Okay?”

Alexander grunted, but said nothing more. Hercules and Lafayette left first. George and the last few that decided to stay tied up the Anti-Heroes. George rubbed his head.

He hoped that the problems happening between all of them would be resolved.

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hamilheros · 8 years ago

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what do you fall for? (7)

Words: 2551

Warnings: cursing, blood mentions, violence

Tags: @ccecode @ichbindeindod @animediac @sarahgurl09 @an-enigmatic-avenger @lunaaugurium @insaneisthenewsane @interwebseriesfan24@terminallyvolatile @arya-durin-51 @vallucky-gal @littlewinchestergirl725 @imjustsans @shadoweddarkness @tayyyy276 @kxitlin @merrahonthawall

A/N: sorry for the long wait yall! without further adieu, here’s the next chapter! :D

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You struggled to pick yourself off the ground. You heard a laugh, and turned to see the four of them walking towards you. Your hands grasped the edge of the stone fountain, seeing the blood drip from your fingertips. You knew this was a horrible idea, and you knew you should’ve have come here. But if it would save the rest, you knew it was worth it.

The man laughed again. He was the tallest out of the four. His hair was wild, curls sprayed everywhere. And even from here, you could see a crazed look in his eyes. This must have been Thomas. He strolled over, the others staying behind him. His boots crinkled under the broken leaves. You tried getting up as quickly as possible, but you felt his hand grasp your chin. You looked up at him, and he smirked, scanning your face.

“You’re pretty, hmm? No wonder the others had an interest in you.“

You spat at his face. He blinked, wiping it off.

“Fuck you,” You said through clenched teeth. He held out his hand to swing at you, but a yelling voice made him stop.

“Thomas! Stop, she’s not what we want!” The smallest girl out of the group came running forward. She looked down at you, then at Thomas, “Hurting her is not going to do anything but provoke them.“

Her hair was wavy, and it was pulled back from her face. She was Peggy, the girl from the video. In different circumstances, you thought the two of you would get along well. But she was with them, and that meant that she wasnâ€™t a good person.

Thomas scoffed, letting go of your chin and pushing you back. You moved closer to the fountain, staring at them. Angelica, the other woman standing next to whom you assumed was James, walked forward.

“She’s right and you know it,” Angelica mumbled. Thomas stood up, wiping off his knees. Angelica handed him back his cane, and he leaned on it, his eyes never leaving yours.

James walked forward, both hands behind his back. He sighed, acknowledging the blood stain on the ground, “You know, we weren’t supposed to hurt her. And now, look. She’s pouring blood out of her wounds. They won’t like what we’ve done, especially George.”

Angelica rolled her eyes, sitting on the edge of the fountain. You watched all of them, making sure that they kept their distance. Peggy sat next to her sister. She seemed the most silent out of the group, only saying her opinion when she thought it was necessary. You flinched away when Thomas stepped close.

“Except for one thing: What will George do? He could barely kill a fly without crying about it,” Angelica mumbled, picking at her nails, “Well, not true, he did kill his wife.” She snickered. You shook your head at her, and she looked down at you. “Oh, did that upset you, Y/N? Are you surprised that your lovely George killed his wife in cold blood?”

“George didn’t do it on purpose. It was a mistake, he loved Martha. I could tell by looking at him,” You said quickly, and she looked at you, raising her eyebrows.

“So that’s what he told you, hmm?”

You stared at her, confused, until you heard a loud thump. You focused your eyes in front of you, seeing Hercules. He was dressed in all black, his clothes tight on his skin. He wore the beanie that you’ve always seen him in. He was alone, and you were already jumping out of your skin. He couldn’t be the only one here, where were the others? He was strong, yes. But facing off with all of them, that was something you didn’t think he’d be able to do.

He smirked, stretching out his arms, “I believe you have someone who doesn’t belong to you.”

Lafayette looked at the scene in front of him, his binoculars tight on his face. Hercules was talking to the quartet, following the plan that George laid out. Lafayette was supposed to stay high in a building, watching the scene unfold. George said that everyone coming out and fighting wasn’t necessary, but Lafayette couldn’t help but feel anxious. George still thought of the others as innocent, not like the people they were now. Alexander sat next to him, his leg jumping from anticipation. Lafayette placed his binoculars on the side, thinking to himself.

“Alexander, do you think George left us out of this because of what happened years ago?” Lafayette asked, glancing at his friend.

Alex looked at him, shrugging his shoulders, ”Why would he? George trusts us. We didn’t leave his side, we stuck by him-”

“We were planning to leave, Alexander. We cared more about ourselves than anything else, and we were going to leave the rest of them behind.” Lafayette knew that what he did was a bad thing. He knew at the time, and he tried to make up for it over and over again.

Alexander saw the wave of emotions that was created on Lafayette’s face. Lafayette was always the one to worry a lot, his emotions as high as Alexander’s wife. Alexander wasn’t the one to talk to about things like this, but he hoped he could try.

“Lafayette, George isn’t the type of guy to hold grudges. He would forgive the rest of them down there if they just apologized. You know him. He thought that having us hanging in the back will help make the situation much more calmer. And you know how Thomas gets when he sees me.” Alexander explained, the heat in his face rising at the thought of that stupid smirk that Thomas always carried on his face.

Lafayette sighed, saying nothing more. He heard a loud boom, and put his binoculars back on, seeing the scene unfold. Hercules flew back into the trees. He looked shocked. You were still on the ground, your face in your hands. He saw blood, and his chest tightened. George didn’t call him over yet, but he felt like he needed to.

He threw the binoculars to the side, and peeked over the edge of the building. Alexander touched his shoulder, stopping him. “Laf, George didn’t call-”

Lafayette pushed Alexander’s hand off, “Hercules is hurt. Y/N is bleeding. Am I supposed to just sit here and watch our friends die?”

Before Alexander could say another word, Lafayette jumped off the building, and began running towards the scene. It was a few blocks away. Alexander sighed. George would be upset, but if he could stop Lafayette before he made it to the parkâ€¦

Alexander crouched, then ran.

“Thomas! Control yourself!” James yelled, watching Hercules fall back into the trees. Your face was still dripping, but you watched the scene in front of you. Thankfully, Hercules groaned, and you knew he was at least conscious.

Thomas rolled his eyes, continuing to twirl around his cane, “James, please don’t be so naïve. Hercules is just trying to distract us while one of the others try and take Y/N behind out back. Angelica, concentrate now. Pause time, and try to find out where the others are.”

Angelica nodded, closing her eyes. You blinked, seeing the scene in front of you freeze in time. Angelica laughed, walking through the park. You were stuck in place, but you were still able to move your eyes and mouth around. Angelica walked behind you, and you heard a branch crack. Thomas, Peggy, Hercules, and James were stuck in place.

“Angelica, please, stop this.” You said, not able to turn to her. Her footsteps stopped, “This isn’t what you wanted to do, right? Who would want to be a villain? I’m sure those people that were killed wasn’t your fault.”

She stepped on your hand, and it didn’t hurt. But you knew right when she started time again, it must have had a sprain. She tilted her head, looking down at you. “You know nothing about me, Y/N, nothing. And I didn’t kill them, okay? I saved millions. You don’t even understand what we’re doing, do you?“

She crouched down next to you. “We are saving the world. Thomas is creating storms, and sometimes it kills people, but we are saving so much more. You see, I can just sense when something terrible is going to happen. So, what’s hundreds of lives dead compared to thousands?” She smiled, touching your nose lightly.

“Angelica, that doesn’t make any sen-” She put her hand over your mouth, shushing you.

“Don’t worry honey, you’ll understand soon. How about this, after this is all over, ask George about him killing Martha on purpose, and how he’s lying to you all about why we left,” She scoffed, standing up, “What an idiot. Can’t believe I believed any word he said. He’s a liar, Y/N, and you’ll see why the rest of us left.”

You blinked, and Thomas was moving this time, turning to Angelica, “Ready to stop time?” He asked, stroking his cane. More like, his ego. She nodded, pointing to a bush.

“Already done. Eliza and George are hiding there. Not really sure where Philip and John are, because you know, they’re shape shifters,” She bit her lip, looking up, “But those two birds sitting still in that tree seem suspicious. They haven’t tweeted once since we’ve been here.”

James laughed, raising a hand and flicking it to the side. George and Eliza were thrown out of the bush, and fell to the feet of Thomas and James. Peggy was no where to be seen. You felt like she really didntt belong in this group, she seemed to run away at any act of violence. You suddenly felt a sharp pain in your hand, and looked down, seeing a cut run across the top.

“George, George, George. What are you doing here? It didn’t take you long, but I suppose having a speed racer on your team is an advantage,” Thomas southern drawl was stretched out. You haven’t heard him speak this way until he appeared in front of George.

George tried to stand up, but James flicked a finger down, pressing him against the ground. There was an evil gleam in his eyes as he did it. He wasn’t as innocent as you thought.

“Oh, do you need help, Washington?” James laughed, watching him struggle. You couldn’t take this for much longer. Your fingers were shaking.

Peggy suddenly appeared, holding the two birds in her hands, “Caught them,” She said, and they quickly transformed to their shapes, “These two were pretty easy to grab. They didn’t even see me coming up from behind them.”

John glared at Peggy, and Philip stood close to John, looking around anxiously. You weren’t sure where Lafayette and Alexander were, but you were happy they weren’t involved.

Eliza looked at her sisters, shaking her head, “Margarita, please, don’t do this. This isn’t like you,” She turned to Angelica, who was standing next to you, “Angelica, I’m sorry. You know I am. Just, just come home.” Angelica looked away, saying nothing.

Peggy flinched at her real name, looking down at her sister, “Don’t call me that. I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t treat Angelica that way. And we’re doing something good, Eliza, we’re saving lives.”

Hercules scoffed, moving from his landing spot. He wiped off his pants, stretching out his arms, “Is that what they’re telling you Pegs? Is that why you still didn’t come back?” Peggy turned to Hercules, her face conflicted. You weren’t sure what was happening, but they must have had a history. Peggy walked to the opposite side of you, guarding your spot.

Thomas looked around at the displays, a frown on his face, “Now, this was supposed to be a family reunion. Where’s the others? Alexander? Gilbert? Can’t be a family reunion without those two.”

Lafayette was about to step into the park, when Alexander stopped him. Lafayette turned around, glaring at him.

“What are you doing, mon ami-”

Alexander pushed him back, glancing behind him once before frowning at Laf, “What am I doing? What are you doing? You’re going to mess everything up! You can’t just barge in there and announce your presence! Lafayette, I know you want to save everyone, but no one is dying. Everyone is okay. Aaron is monitoring all of this, making sure everything is fine. Everyone is going to be fine.”

Lafayette was honestly surprised. Alex never had any faith in Aaron, but at this point, he finally did. But that couldn’t distract him right now. Lafayette shook his head, trying to push around the smaller man. Alexander stood in his way at every step, shaking his head. “No. Lafayette, you aren’t listening-”

Lafayette stopped, putting his hands on either side of Alexander’s shoulders, “My friend, I care about your opinion, I do. But we are about to see something horrible happen. The last time we all were in the same room together, Martha died. There is too many people, and something bad is going to happen. Alexander, I can’t, I can’t let someone die again, okay? I just, I can’t.”

Lafayette’s eyes watered. Alexander’s face dropped, staring up at Lafayette. He knew who he was referring too. Lafayette’s wife, Adrienne, died long ago. It wasn’t his fault, of course. She died from natural causes, from that big C word that everyone was afraid to talk about. Alexander put his hand on the top of one of Lafayette’s. He finally understood why he was so paranoid. Laf was distraught over the death of his wife, he was never quite the same after that. His wife’s favorite drink was coffee, and Lafayette soon adopted her behavior after her death. That’s why there was always a glass cup filled with the caffeine stuck in his hands.

Lafayette didn’t want to experience a traumatic event like that ever again. Alexander nodded, “Okay, we’ll go. But we play it safe. Peggy can walk around without us seeing her. James can lift us up with just the button on our jeans. Thomas can literally kill us with nature. And Angelica... “Well, as Alexander explained it, he realized what they were getting into.

They were utterly fucked.

George had his head pressed against the ground. He turned, seeing you covered in blood and debris. You were terrified, and he saw that same look in Martha’s eyes years ago. George pulled you into this, and he was going to pull you out of it. If it took his last breath, he would save your life. George turned back, looking up at Thomas.

Thomas had a superiority complex, so at this position, George knew Thomas was estatic. George shook his head, thinking to himself. He wouldnâ€™t hurt them, but he could send a shock through James brain, so that he could at least stand up. George looked at James.

You saw James stumble, holding his head. George and Eliza relaxed up, moving up from their positions. Thomas watched him, a smile still on his face. It wa quite ironic. Thomas was wearing a magenta suit, all buttoned up. George was wearing a suit as well, but black with a gold tie instead. He straigthened himself up, then smiled at Thomas.

”Well, what a pleasure to see you again, Thomas Jefferson.”

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