~first of all I would like to say I'm sorry I haven't been updating as often. I was caught reading smut and have been banned from iPad use if it's not for schoolwork or because I'm bored and have completed all chores and want to watch yt. Updates may not be as frequent anymore but I'm sure as hell not discontinuing this book. Thank you for your patience~

A few weeks went by. A month, maybe. Alexander is still training with George, Angelica, and Peggy with his willpower. Meanwhile, Thomas was brewing another plan to fuck up Alexander's life, and per usual, John found himself dragged in.

You see, as much as he wanted revenge on Alex for hurting them all, he just couldn't bring himself to harm his friend. This was mainly the reason why none of his daggers hit Alexander, and why he called to him in the dream. He couldn't help feeling guilty. However, he was still pissed with him, so he let Thomas do his thing, and occasionally tagged along. The line between good and bad had blurred for our gay turtle, and now, it's all up to him to draw the line.

At the camp...

Thomas and John sat in John's tent. Spring was fast approaching, and it was early morning, so the ground was coated with dew, and the sun had not yet shown itself. The chill of winter had long gone, so the crew had decided that they would sleep in the tents again unless it started raining.

Thomas blabbed away about his new plan for torturing Alexander in his dreams, and when and how they would do it, while John contemplated his life decisions. I'm not a bad person, right? He thought to himself. I'm doing this for the sake of Thomas, and for revenge. He thought. But revenge isn't the way to go about this! A small part of him yelled Thomas is crazy! No, Thomas isn't crazy, he's just mad. I suppose I'm doing the right thing by helping him, aren't I? I'm letting Alex know how the others feel. He thought. But it was hard to ignore the side of his brain that told him this was wrong.

You're a horrible person.

Some friend you are.

Have you really learned nothing?

You're going to regret this.

Thomas is the enemy.

When will you get that through your head!?

"Earth to Laurens." Thomas said, snapping his fingers in front of his face. He snapped out of his daze and focused on Thomas. "Huh?" He said. "Were you even listening?" Thomas said, annoyed. "Well, no, not really." John replied sheepishly. Thomas groaned and began to explain his sinister plan once again, and this time he paid attention.

It was then he knew there was a big bold line between good and bad, and revenge, especially this revenge, was a glowing red dot on the bad side.

Later that day...

Like Thomas, John had mastered the art of getting into Alexander's dreams. The only problem being that he couldn't tell when Alex was sleeping, and he couldn't get into his head while he was awake. He had a plan to warn Alex of the vile plan that Thomas- no, Jefferson he thought, had concocted. If he waited for tonight he might run into Jefferson in Alex's dream, which, though he had a lie for, might not be useful because of whatever dream power he could conjure to make John tell the truth (or read his mind, or hurt him, or- you get the point). Worst case scenario would be Jefferson finding out of his plan and then hurting him in his own dream.

Maybe if I sleep for the whole day and wait for him to fall asleep.. he thought. No, because that could take forever. He thought. The only way this would work is if he contacted him in his dream tonight, so he was gonna have to take his chances.

Sooner or later, night fell.

John creeped over to Thomas. He seemed to be in a rather peaceful sleep, no smile, no frown, just gentle snoring. He deemed it safe to carry out with the plan. Creeping back over to his bed, he plopped down and went to sleep (which proved to be difficult, because he was so anxious) and focused on Alex.

He was in an entirely white room. Squinting a bit, he saw Alex in the distance. Cautiously, he made his way over to his friend, if he could be called that anymore. But when Alex saw him approaching, he scrambled away. So John stopped, and walked a bit slower, all the while trying to make himself seem as harmless as he could. When he was within a yard of Alex, Alexander's expression changed from fear to anger. He ran towards him before John had time to react and tackled him to the ground.

He punched him and John shielded himself with his arms, yelling for him to stop. 

"THATS FOR TRYING TO HURT ME"

"THATS FOR THE COUNTLESS NIGHTS OF NO SLEEP"

"THATS FOR WATCHING ME DROWN"

"THATS FOR NOT HELPING ME"

"THATS FOR HELPING THOMAS TORTURE ME"

"THATS FOR FUCKING ABANDONING ME"

His voice starting cracking near the end and the punches got weaker. Eventually Alex broke down and let the tears flow, planting useless slaps on John's chest. He wanted to hug him, let him know he was sorry and that everything would be alright, but Alex shoved himself away from John, hugged his knees to his chest and cried. Cried all his sorrow and betrayal and anger away until he couldn't cry anymore. John walked over and crouched down next to him, rubbing circles on his back, while Alex hiccuped a bit.

"Alex I'm sorry." John said. He truly meant it. Alex just stopped for a minute. Stopped shaking and hiccuping. 

John jumped back when a fireball was thrown at him and grazed his hand.

"OW! What the-" John said, rubbing his hand. A ring of fire surrounded Alexander, and John was in there with him. "YOU CANT JUST APOLOGIZE AND EXPECT ME TO FORGIVE YOU! IS THAT WHAT YOU WERE EXPECTING!? FORGIVENESS!?" He yelled, eyes blazing in the light of the fire. (Or maybe they were blazing). "Alex listen I-" John stammered. "NO! IM TIRED OF LISTENING TO YOU, TAUNTINGLY CALLING MY NAME LIKE YOU'RE HERE TO OFFER HELP, YOU'VE NEVER LISTENED, NOT WHEN I WAS DROWNING, NOT WHEN I WAS SHOT, NOT WHEN I WAS POISONED AND SLOWLY DYING!" He screamed. "A-Alex please, I need to tell you-" John said. "TELL ME WHAT!? YOU HATE ME!? YOU DON'T CARE FOR ME!? I'M BEING IRRATIONAL!? THAT I'M OVERREACTING!?" He screeched. "NO! I do care about you! I need to warn you-" John said, voice raising. "If this is another death threat I don't wanna hear it, don't wanna hear your excuses, your lies, your sad excuse for an apology-" he ranted.

"ALEX, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, LISTEN TO ME!" John yelled.

Alex fell silent, blankly staring at him. John took a minute to recover.

"Look, I'm sorry, I know it's a shitty apology, and I feel horrible and guilty, and I can't believe I thought I was in the right, but I need to warn you. Jefferson's new plan is worse than all the others. He thinks he's found a way to physically scar you in your dream. He says if that works then he's reached a whole new vantage point and that, and I quote 'he better watch out, Lexi's going to be having a whole new level of nightmare'. He's insane and I'm not going to stand for it. He doesn't know what day it'll be, but he said sometime next week, he just needs to perfect his strategy. I won't stand by and watch you suffer, I felt you have to know. I've been a shitty best friend, I abandoned you when you needed me most and I can't begin to imagine the mental trauma you've been going through. But I'm sorry, I really am. I'm not asking for forgiveness, I'm begging you. I need you to trust me on this. I don't know how else to say it." John finished.

Alex stood there, pale. All flame gone from his eyes. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes. He sniffled and rubbed them away. "I don't forgive you. I really don't. Give me some time to think on that. But I trust you on this, and i-...I'm scared John, really scared. He could k-kill m-me, John why would he do this?" He said, head buried in his hands. 

"He's pissed about the break-" 

"no duh." 

"And what you said. I can be there if you want, to help you-"

 "no, then he'll just hurt you. I just won't sleep." 

"For a week?"

 "Been there done that." 

"Heh. All right man, be careful." 

"I will....thanks Jackie." 

"No problem ham man." 

The two friends laughed and hugged, just as the dream began to fade away.

John slowly opened his eyes, smiling. A figure loomed over him, with its hands on its hips. John stretched and yawned "top of the morning to ya Laf." He said jokingly. "It's not morning." An accent that wasn't  French answered. John gulped as his vision cleared. 

 "Care to tell me what you were doing telling little Lexi about our plans?"

~heheh, he's in daaanger. First cliffhanger in a while! I'm sorry I haven't been updating much, for the reason stated above. But I am essay free for a while so hopefully I can update a bit more. "Jeez author, where's the jamilton I came for?" Well they are ~a million worlds apart~ so there won't be any jamilton for a while, sorry. But don't you like ze ✨drama✨. Also, I am sucky at character apologies, but ~I'm flying blind, I'm just making this up as I go~ (sorry that's enough deh references for one a/n) also WE HAVE OVER 700 READS

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