• A L E X A N D E R •
Why do I always have bad luck?
Burr... what does he want this time?!
I reached for my knife with shaky hands.
At least I remembered to lock the door. That way, Thomas and John won't walk in on me bleeding on the ground.
I slit my scarred wrists, hissing everytime my knife came in contact with my skin.
If I had a lower pain tolerance, I would've screamed. Let alone ordinary people in the same spot as me.
That's how deadly I swing my knife.
At least my abilities can be useful other than killing people.
I counted every slice I made.
1 slice.
2 slices.
3 slices.
4 slices
5...
6..
My vision began to get fuzzy, but I continued.
7 slices.
8.
9.
10...
Blood.
And then darkness.
• T H O M A S •
Alexander ran out of the mall. Me and John tried to catch up to him, but we knew it was futile. He's an assassin who's probably dodged bullets from pistols.
"What's going on?" Peggy caught up to us out of breath, the others trailing behind.
"We don't know... he just.... ran." John answered.
"He'll be okay. We should head back to our dorms. Maybe he'll be there." Eliza assured us.
"Maybe..."
So we rode back.
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We thanked the Schuylers after they dropped us off our dorm.
When we got in, I immediately pinned John against the wall.
"T-Thomas??" He looked up at me curiously with a blush.
"You're beautiful." I said truthfully. He blushed even more, if that was possible.
I began to trail kisses down his neck, resulting in him letting out a few moans.
We maked out for a while, before a thought made me pull away from him.
"Thomas?"
"We should check on Alexander."
His questioning expression turned unto a one saying I-forgot, which he probably did. I mean, so did I.
The first thought in mind was his room, so we made our way there.
But I quickly regret looking at the floor.
The blood-stained floor.
"Oh my god..." John breathed. He rushed to the pile of blood.
He took some things from the floor, which appeared to be a bloodstained knife, a blood-dotted white mask, and a blood-drenched grayish scarf.
Oh shit.
They all belong to Alexander.
Then I noticed a bloody paper on the bed.
I snatched it and read the words written on it.
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3 Secrets | Jamilams
Fanfiction-Book cover belongs to me -Agent|Spy|Assassin AU Alexander Hamilton Age: 15 Attends: Princeton High Place of birth: Nevis, Carribbean Address: Unknown Proffession: Assassin Works at: National Assassination Headquarters -Tsundere. Writes like 'woah'...
