Kind of maybe inspired a little bit by this short on YouTube:

https://youtube.com/shorts/Hko967CPVl4?feature=share

Also might become an actual story if it does well

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I'm thinking this will be set in modern/current times but kinda have distopian themes.

I also have no idea where this is going, so therefore it has no plot and I will be creating the storyline as I go.

Enjoy.

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TW:
-violence
-maybe gore
-needles/shots
-kidnapping (?)
-super dark
-bad writing, basically a word dump

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Alexander Hamilton stared out of the coffee shop window, the glass fogging with every breath.

It was warm inside the quiet restaurant, quite contrary to the outside world where it was cold and dreary.

Alex sighed, turning his attention back to his computer. Taking a sip of his coffee, Alex pushed his glasses further up on his nose, his eyes scanning the passage he had written.

'The rain drummed heavily on the windowsill. Alistair stared at it. Falling, falling, falling. All that it was. The rain wasn't stopping or slowing, until it hit the ground. Falling. Falling.. falling...

The clock chimed 12 and Alistair turned away, closing the window with a bang.

Tbe rain continued, although muffled, and Alistair wished he could make it stop.

He drummed his fingers on the back of the leather chair as he passed.

Falling.

Falling.

Falling."

Alex huffed. It just didn't seem right to him. Something was missing.

Alex glared angrily at his now empty mug.

He needed more coffee.

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Alex packed up his computer and left the quiet building, bundling his coat to his chin.

He walked in silence until a shout stole his attention.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" Alex turned to look at a sandy-haired boy push a brunette away from a girl with red hair and glasses holding a large book.

The brunette stumbled, but quickly righted himself and punched the sandy-haired boy in the face. The boy fell to the floor and tbe girl let out a choked sob. Alex's grip tightened and he jogged across the street.

"HEY!" He yelled. Tbe brunette looked up and his eyes widened in fear.

Alex reached tbe trio and opened his mouth to defend the sandy-haired boy when tbe brunette took off.

Alex stared at the kid until he turned a corner, then turned to the other kids, rolling his eyes.

"Hey. Are you alright?" Alex asked, crouching down to meet tbe sandy-haired boy, who had sat up and was now clutching his nose.

"I-I'm fine, Mr." Tbe boy said, sounding like he had a cold.

Alex nodded, then turned to the girl who appeared to be no older than 9. "Are you alright?" Alex asked.

The girl nodded. "Thank you, Mr." She whispered.

Alex was about to say something when a woman came bursting out of a house across the street.

"Samuel! Alissa! I heard shouting, are you alright?" She shouted, bustling across the street. She reached tbe boy and clutched his face in her hand and fussing over his bleeding nose. Alex didn't know how he had missed the blood on the boys' hand.

"It was this kid, ma'am, he was quite bulky and had brunette hair." Alex explained.

Tbe woman glared at Alex, then turned to Samuel.

"Sammy, is this true?" She demanded. Sammy nodded frantically.

The woman hugged Sammy, then turned to Alex and thanked him.

"I'm so thankful you saved my kids! Here, how about I let you stay for some tea as a thank you?" She asked.

Alex opened his mouth to tell her that he couldn't, but she was having none of it.

"Nonsense!" She wrapped her hand around Alex's wrist and practically dragged him back across the street, motioning for her kids to follow.

In Alex's shock, he dropped his computer bag. When he mentioned this to tbe woman, she payed no attention- as if she couldn't hear him.

"Ma'am, if you could please let go-"

"Here, here, sit down! I must reward you for saving my babies!" The woman cooed, practically forcing Alex to take of his coat and sit down.

As soon as he sat down, the woman ordered her kids to their rooms and started bustling around the kitchen, mixing dough and clean at an unnatural speed.

Alex could only watch in stunned silence until the woman stopped with the 'bing' of the oven timer. She did something Alex couldn't see, then turned around with freshly baked scones and a steaming mug of tea.

She placed the tray in front of Alex and smiled.

"Er.. thanks.." Alex said, staring into the tea, watching it bubble softly. The when experience was strange, and he had best be on his way to meet up with a co-worker for a business meeting.

However, be wanted to be nice so he timidly reached for the cup.

Tbe moment his fingers brushed the cup, scorching pain shot through his body.

Alex screamed in pain as his body involuntary convulsed, his back arching against the back of the chair.

The pain grew until Alex wished death would embrace him and end his agony.

Tears flew down his face as he squeezed his eyes shut, falling forward onto the table.

He clawed at the table, wishing for tbe pain to stop, when it finally did.

He lay there, panting, as he looked up at the woman standing behind him.

"W-what did you... What did you do to me..?" He gasped out. The woman out smiled sweetly, nudging the tea mug towards him.

Alex weakly shook his head, the agony still a roaring memory. Alex felt exhausted, and struggled to keep his eyes open.

The last thing Alex saw before completely passing out was the empty syringe clutched in the woman's hand.

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I have a sort of plot now.

Continue reading, please

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Alex awoke with a start.

He let out a sigh of relief, thinking it was all a dream. Until he realized he was tied to a bed. In a cement room with no windows. With about five people in lab coats surrounding him.

Oh, and he had no shirt.

Alex blinked a few times, wondering where he was and what in the world was happening.

Suddenly, a face appeared above him and he let out a muffled scream.

So he was gagged as well.

Great.

"Ah, Mr. Hamilton! You are awake, no?"

Alex began to struggle, but the man held him down.

"Hey, hey, calm down! You are fine!" The man shouted at his face. This only made Alex struggle harder.

Alex suddenly felt a needle being rammed into his arm and he yelped.

The next thing he new, he had blacked out again.

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Nvm, I have no clue what I'm doing
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John Laurens stared at his phone, a picture of his friend, Alex, covering tbe screen.

Alex had officially been missing for one whole month.

Most of John's friends had started loosing hope that the would find him. A few of them had already accepted that Alex, was most likely dead, even Alex's own adoptive father.

But not John. He wasn't going to give up that quickly.

He didn't even care if he completely flunked high school and had to be held back.

All he cared about was finding Alex.

No matter what it took.

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Alex woke yet again strapped to a table, but this time he was fully clothed and no longer gagged.

The man from before was sitting on a chair, reading a book.

Alex tried to sit up, but his chest immediately flared with pain. Tbe man looked up at Alex's cry of pain.

"No, stop! Your body is not in any condition to move!" Tbe man said, urgently pushed Alex down.

"What happened?" Alex asked.

Tbe man didn't answer. "You've been asleep for a while."

Alex clutched the man's wrist, staring him in tbe eyes. "What. Happened. To. Me?" He asked again. The man swallowed nervously.

"Well uh..."

Alex tightened his grip and tne man flinched.

"I don't know what happened to you! I swear!" Tbe man squeaked out.

Alex loosened his grip, feeling very tired again. He let out a low groan, sick of passing out.

He struggled to stay awake, but his body won and everything went dark. Again.

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I'm not sure where this is going.
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"A-alex..?"

Alex slowly opened his eyes, blinking as the sunlight almost blinded him.

"Alex?" A voice asked again. Alex groaned, sitting up.

He looked aroud the room he was sleeping in. Books were littering the floor, crumpled sheets of paper in an overflowing trash can. Posters of Miranda: An American Musical hug around the room, outnumbering the Les Mis, Dear Evan Hansen, and Phantom of the Opera posters hung up as well.

Alex blinked in surprise. He recognized this room.

It was his high school dorm. The private high schools dorm.

Suddenly, Alex was engulfed by a hug. Alex yelped in surprise and tbe person leaped back.

"Alex!" The person sobbed. "Alex, where have you been? You've been missing for a month! Do you know how scared I was?!? How scared GEORGE was?!?"

Alex couldn't speak. The person yelling at him...

It couldn't be..

Alex shook his head, blinked, even pinched himself. It hurt.

There was no doubt... He was real.

But... It couldn't be.

That curly brown hair, those millions of freckles, those georgous green eyes...

"J-John?" Alex croaked out. "John... L-Laurens?"

"You haven't forgotten me, have you?" John smiled weakly.

Alex stared at him.

"N-no.. no!" John leaned forward, but Alex scream led off tbe bed, away from him. "No, it can't be!"

"Alex...?"

"Is this some sick joke?!?" Alex backed I to tbe wall. John continued to advance.

"A-alex? Alex... You're scaring me..."

By now, Alex had crumpled to the floor, sobbing. John laid a hand on his shoulder. "Don't touch me!" Alex growled.

"W-what? Why?"

Alex glared at John. "BECAUSE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!"

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Okay I'm finally done with this word vomit!

Actually no...

Part 2?

Comment if you want part 2!

Actually, screw it. Imma do a part two.

Even if I still have no idea where this is going.