Say Something (Lams, Mute!Alex)

Chapter 9

John's POV

Don't look at the turtle, don't look at the turtle, don't look at the turtle. I kept my eyes away from the front of the classroom, where the professor was dissecting a mother freaking turtle! Like, who does that?! It honestly took all I had not to run out of that classroom when the professor had first walked in with a dead freaking turtle. I mean, he had told us that there was going to be a dissection today, but I had figured that it would've been a fish or an octopus or something. Not a mother loving turtle. Seriously, there are all these other marine animals he could've chosen. Why did it have to be a turtle? What did turtles ever do to him? I made sure my gaze was fixated on the wall, and counted down the seconds until the professor would end class. Any time now. Just don't look at the turtle.

Class finally dismissed and I bolted out of the classroom. I honestly thought that torture session would never end. In my rush though, I rammed right into someone, knocking us both to the ground. I've really got to stop meeting people this way.

"Dude, watch it!" the person said as I stood up, dusting myself off. I offered him a hand up, and he took it. I pulled him to his feet as I was apologizing.

"Oh sorry, man, I... wait..." I looked at the kid I ran into. Trench coat, black shirt, brown eyes, jet black hair. I knew this kid. "JD?"

"No way. John? Man, how long has it been? Three years?" JD smiled at me, and I smiled back. We started walking in some random direction as we continued to talk.

"Four."

"Damn, that's just too long. How've you been? How's your dad?"

"Uh, same as always. Homophobic asshole," I said nonchalantly.

He laughed. "Yeah. So you go to school here?"

"Mmhmm. What's with the visit? You on a contract?" Yeah. I knew what he did. He was in good with my father. That didn't mean I was about to push him away though. I'm no idiot. With psychopaths like him, if you gain their trust, you do not want to lose it. Otherwise, you'll find yourself dead.

"Yeah. I was in town when I got a call from an old contact. So here I am. Speaking of, I should probably get back to it. See ya around, Johnny boy."

"Bye JD." We parted ways and I started back for my dorm room. Upon finding it empty, I plopped down on my bed and actually finished my homework. I'm not totally irresponsible! Then I took some time to scroll through Tumblr. Eventually, I noticed it was nearly seven, and Alex still hadn't come back yet. I figured he must be with Laf and Herc though. I shrugged it off at first before my mind put two and two together. JD was here on a contract. The SDR needed to do something about Burr. Shit. I bolted out of the door and made my way to room 1782. I didn't even knock. I turned the handle. The door was unlocked. Shit! Not good, this is not good. I opened the door to be greeted with JD aiming his pistol at Burr. Everyone else in the room was frozen, staring at him with wide eyes. Shock, probably. Wait... was that Jefferson? And Madison? What were they doing here? No, John. That doesn't matter right now. Gun. Right there. Let's focus on that. No one seemed to notice me just yet. All eyes were trained on JD and Aaron.

"Let's make this quick, shall we?" JD asked with a smirk, cocking the pistol. Not happening. Not on my watch. I stepped in between Aaron and the gun. JD looked at me in surprise. "John? What are you doing? Get out of the way! This kid has to die!"

"You wanna kill him? You'll have to shoot me first, Jason Dean," I snarled at him. Yep. I had lost my mind. There was absolutely no way he was just going to leave because I got in the way. So I basically just dug my own grave. Way to freaking go, John. You could've literally done anything else, and you did this. You are such an idiot.

He shrugged. "Fine. I'm sorry, but I gave you a choice. I need to do my job." There was a loud bang, and time seemed to slow. I watched in shock, unable to move as the bullet slowly crept towards me. I couldn't turn my head, but I still saw the looks of terror on everyone's faces. What did I just do? I probably just got myself killed. A million thoughts swarmed through my mind as the bullet slowly moved closer to me. This is where death gets me. On my feet, several feet ahead of me. No, no I can't. I can't die. There's still so much I need to do! And Alexander... I can't just leave him without telling him how I feel. I don't know what to do. I can't move, I can't speak, I can't scream, I can't do anything but stand, think, and watch as the bullet penetrates my skin. Time sped up again and the momentum the bullet had dropped me to the ground. And I was gasping. It was hard to breathe. Damn near impossible, like someone had put an elephant on my chest. I couldn't concentrate on anything until searing pain started to flow. There was so much pain. I felt it all over my body, but it seemed to be centered somewhere in the upper half of my body. I couldn't figure out where. My mind couldn't focus enough.

"NO!" I heard an unfamiliar voice scream. I weakly looked up in time to see Alex tackle JD to the ground. Was that him who screamed? No. No, it had to be someone else. Alex doesn't speak. Then someone, I think it's Laf... or maybe Jefferson... blocked my view and said something. I'm not sure what. Everything was starting to fade. It kept getting harder and harder to breathe. I felt pressure being applied to somewhere on my body. I don't want to die, was the last thought to cross my mind before the world went black.

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PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I'm sorry! I'm sorry the chapter is so short, I'm sorry there are no answers in this chapter, I'm sorry I shot John! I promise you'll get your answers in the next chapter! I'm already working on it! I'll update asap! You got an update though! Ahh, you probably hate me! I'M SORRY! I'll update soon, I promise! *hides before everyone can murder me*

~MishaIsOurOverlord1