Waking up somewhere unknown
It was a rainy friday evening, and Alexander was having a blast at Hercules' party. It was a party to celebrate the years they had been friends, which was bordering on ten years.
"Yo we-we- we should prank call Thomas!" Lafayette giggles out, leaning against Alexander, who sipped his orange juice. He only had a tiny sip of beer at the beginning of the party, spit it out when he realised it was the cheap shitty beer Hercules and Laurens got, and drank mostly orange juice the rest of the night. "He's at his house- his house with James!"
"I think it's actually time for this party to be over." Hercules says, standing. He hadn't drunken that much since he was supposed to get Laurens and Lafayette in bed.
"You right." Angelica says, getting up. She sets her water down helping a wasted Peggy up, who yells,
"Whooooo! Partyyyy!" Eliza shakily gets onto her feet, stumbling over to her sister, who leads her outside.
"I should get going as well." Alex says, standing up. He dust the glitter off of him, looking at Hercules, who huffs. He does not envy him, he has alot to clean up by himself. "I'll see you later."
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Alex drove down the empty streets, humming along to the song on the radio.
"What the heck i gotta do~ to be with you? do do do do do do do Tell me who i gotta be~ for you to be with me!" Alex laughed as he drove through the green light. He never even saw the other car coming.
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Alexander pops up from the floor, clutching his chest. He wasn't in his car. He had to remember that. He wasn't in his car at all. He was- Alex calms down a little, looking around. Where was he? Where was George, Angelica, Madison? Were they okay? He licks his lips, shakily standing up. He was in a cage, that much he could see.
"H-hello?" He calls out, coughing. His throat was way too dry, his head was super spinny. Alex sits back down, rubbing his head. He shuts his eyes for a second, rubbing his head, before his eyes open again, hearing someone walking down the hall. He pulls himself back to the wall, hearing their footsteps get louder. Alex shuts his eyes again, before-
"Are you awake?" It was a child's voice. Alex peeked an eye open, seeing the boy smile. "Are you thirsty?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah I am... Not like you'd care..." Alex says, frowning. The boy shrinks back, his smile dissapearing, and Alex instantly feels guilty. He starts to leave, but Alex crawls to the cell door. "Wait, please, I really am thirsty, I'm sorry."
"I can get you some water, but you can't tell Dad." The boy drops his voice to a whisper. "Dad hasn't figured out what to do with you guys yet, so he says he isn't going to give you guys anything yet."
"What does your dad want with us? Whose your father?" The boy shakes his head, his mouth clamping shut, and Alexander thinks up another question. "Okay, okay, let's start with an easier question, okay? What's your name?" When the boy doesn't respond, Alexander points to himself. "My names Alexander James Hamilton, although James is more of a stupid kinda middle name, y'know? My mom gave it to me a long time ago."
"My names William Henry. I gots two first names cause my momma said I was smart like that."
"People with two first names are usually very smart." Alex sticks his hand out inbetween the cage bars. "It's nice to meet you, William Henry."
"It's nice to meet you too, Alexander James Hamilton." Alex laughs.
"Just call me Alexander, okay?" William nods, standing up.
"Hold on, ima go get water for you." William runs off, and Alex leans against the bars, waiting for the boy to come back. He yawns, curling up against the bars. He had to figure out how to get out of here. He had to find George and the others. But first, a little water and a nap wouldn't hurt.
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George sat with his dad, tears slipping down his face. He didn't want to be left along with his mother- he couldn't be left alone with her. After she had suffered a miscarriage two years ago, she had began to put on a facade.
She had stopped caring for George, and he missed her. He didn't understand what he had done wrong when she had stopped making him lunches, and stopped picking him up every day after school.
"Dad, please don't leave." George says, holding his hands. A run in with a drunk driver had forced his father into a seemingly vegitave state, and George didn't know what to do. "Please, please, I need you." George lays against his father. "I need you."
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George yelps as they spray him with water again, trying to pull away.
"George Washington. Lovely to see you again." He pants, glaring at Fredrick.
"George Fredrick. Nice to see your still an asshole." Wrong awnser. He chokes as they deliberately spray him in the mouth, covering his face.
"You know why your here, correct?"
"No, actually." George growls, spitting water out. "Educate me." Fredricks frown turns into a dangerous smile.
"George Washington. Your here because as the leader of a 'free' country, your countries done nothing more than get in my way. Of course it started back when your little colonies fucked with my ancestors and left Britain's protection but-" Fredrick takes a deep breath, and George reminds himself on WHY he never does buisness with the guy."That's something for another day. For now, you will stay in the Tower until I find work for you." Fredrick steps back, away from him, nodding to the guards, who yank George on his feet.
"You can't do this." George growls out at him. "All your doing is starting a war!"
"I am bringing justice to my old family members and I'm making sure you never set foot outside this castle again. Take him by the cages, he could see his little illegitimate whelp one last time before you lock him in the tower." George let's them drag him along, not fighting. If he'd tried, he'd be killed pretty fast, and he hadn't been in Britain since he had moved to the USA and married Martha. He glanced past all the rows of cages, seeing Peggy and Thomas in one cage, while Aaron layed in another. They still seemed to be out, which he was greatful for.
"George..?" He hadn't noticed they'd stopped. He gets shoved forward and he grabs onto the bars to stop himself from hitting the cell bars face first. Alex was sitting in the cage they were stopped infront of, a cup of water hidden behind his back.
"Alexander." George bends down, a small smile on his face as he takes Alex's hand in his own. "Are you alright? Have they hurt you?" Alex shakes his head.
"I'm fine, I promise." Alex glances at the two guard who stand bored behind George, leaning in a bit. "George-Dad- Listen- Just.." Alex takes a deep breath. "Don't die. Be careful, okay?"
"I promise I'll be okay, Son. I'll find us a way out of here." Alex nods, glancing back up at the guards again. George places his hand in his pocket and pulls out his dog tags, placing them in Alex's hand. When he looks confusedly at George, he only smiles. "To remember me."
"Alright, lets go!" George stands voluntarily, stumbling as he's shoved forward. He glances back at Alexander one last time before heading through the double doors at the end of the hallway.