Inspired by BruhboiWritesCrap's message board (there was a thing and I wanted to write the thing)

Yes, I am well aware that I have 32,000,600 one-shot drafts (if you got that reference I love you)
And I should be doing my homework

ANYWAYS-

TW:
-Blood
-Death
-Gore (?)
-Benedict Arnold

(Get yo tissues)

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Washington

The redcoats had stormed the camp and me and my soldiers were desperately fighting for the lives. We were a stubborn bunch, and we refused to give up, although we were clearly loosing.

I rammed a redcoats head with the butt of my gun and he fell to the ground, unconscious. I had run out of ammo a little while ago so the fight had devolved into hand-to-hand combat. (Which was not my strong point, if you were wondering)

More redcoats had surrounded me and I was actually starting to get scared. Actually, I was terrified- I got scared when the first redcoats entered my camp and attacked my soldiers.

I dodged a blow to the head and looked around to hopefully find some backup. I spotted Benedict Arnold, one of my most trusted aides, and called out to him.

"ARNOLD! A little-" fist to the gut "HeLp here!"

Arnold turned and nodded, running straight towards me. He ran up next to me and helped me fight the redcoats until they were all dead, unconscious, or had run away.

I let out a sigh of relief as Arnold... hugged me?

He had never been the touchy-feely type and I hated any form of public affection, but I noticed some tears on his face and let it slide- just this once.

I wrapped my arms around him but suddenly felt a sharp stab in my gut.

I let out a yell and dropped to my knees, clutching my stomach- and the knife sticking out.

I groaned in pain as I doubled over, put I forced myself to look up. Panting, I stared at Arnold with wide eyes. His face showed no remorse or guilt for what he had just done.

I felt another stab of pain and worked up the courage to look down at the knife- only to see my own blood coating my hands- dark and sticky.

I closed my eyes, willing myself not to throw up, before I fell to the ground. It hurt so bad and I couldn't- I couldn't hold myself up.

I layed flat ony back, taking rapit, small breaths as tears fell from my eyes.

The sounds of fighting dimmed and I realized the battle was over.

I stared at Arnold. "Why?" I whispered.

Arnold just stood there.

"The British actually pay me. And why do we even want a new government when we have a perfectly fine one in England? Who cares if King George raises tea taxes! It's tea!"

I just stared at him. "But-"

Arnold kept talking. "The British pay me 10 pounds every day I'm here- and I realized, if I kill the leader," Arnold grinned, "the rest will fall. And the money will rise."

I could barely stop myself from letting out a whimper. My most trusted aide- I.. I couldn't. I just couldn't. He knew I would trust him with my life, yet here I am, dying at his hands.

How could he.

Hamilton

The fight was over and I breathed a sigh of relief, grinning. We had managed to do the impossible, and we won!

I looked around to find my friends and the General.

I saw the general and broke into a run, smiling widely.

Bit just then, he fell to the ground. Flat on his back. And was that... A knife?!

I ran as fast as I could before falling to my knees in front of the General. His face was contorted in pain and his hands were gripping his stomach.

"General Washington?!?" I asked. The general squeezed his eyes open.

"A-Alex..?" He asked. I frantically nodded, gabbing one of his hands and clutching it, ignoring the blood. It made me feel sick.

"W-Washington, what happened?" I asked.

The general raised a shaky hand and pointed to Colonel Arnold, hatred filling his face.

"He- h-how... H-how could he? I- I t-trusted hi-him. A-an' he-" the general sucked in a large breath as he gasped, kicking the ground in pain.

I was terrified- I had never seen the general like this and.. oh gosh-

"D-dad...?" I asked. He gripped my hand tighter and the pool of blood grew.

"S-son.. A-Alex.. I love you.." Washington whispered, gasping for air.

Tears slipped down my cheeks. "No, dad, don't go- please-"

Washington just smiled at me before turning to Arnold and flipping him off. "You f**king piece of s**t. Motherf**king son of a b***h."

I would have laughed at the General's antics, but considering the current situation, I could only muster a small smile.

"Language." I laughed, finally breaking down into sobs.

Washington chuckled.

"I always said that." He grinned. "Kept you and Hercules and John and Lafayette outta trouble."

I bit the inside of my cheek, smiling through the tears.

"Kids these days..."

I nodded. "I love you, dad." I whispered.

"I love you too. And Martha. And Lafayette. And Hercules. And John." Washington smiled, his eyes starting to cloud.

"And Alex. I think you'd like him. He's always feisty like a little lion." I choked back a sob. Washington was in so much pain he had forgotten who I was.

"I would love to meet him. Maybe you could introduce me?" I asked.

Washington nodded. "Tomorrow."

Tears blurred my vision as I nodded. There would be no tomorrow.

Washington patted my hand.

"Tomorrow..." He breathed.

And just like that, he was gone. Like a flame that flickered out too fast..

I let out a wail and hugged Washington. I wouldn't let go when the others came to morn and move his body.

They left eventually, and just let me cry late into the night- thinking of tomorrow.

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I'M SORRY OKAY-