~|'Coachman' POV|~
•|1763, Virginia|•

I woke. I breathed. Today was the day. I let the world turn around me as I walked through my house and out of the door. If somebody was halfway through my window trying to steal something, I wouldn't have noticed.

I slammed the door, starling myself, as I walked outside. Under my breath I apologised to the door; that couldn't have been easy for it. I used the morning to do my daily walk. Down the path I always take. Passed a bench which appeared to have been half-eaten by the devil's children.

My path ended at my usual destination. This was where the newspapers arrived. If I could just read one and place it back as I had on numerous occasions without fail, I could find out what was going on without paying the price. I sure do have a top-notch brain, I thought to myself, as I took one from the pile and slid off into a quiet place to read.

It was headline news: the war in India was over and Britain had won. That was a nice surprise, but it took me a few minutes to recall why that was important to me. I chuckled to myself as I remembered; my old pal Joss was fighting in that war. He had left three years ago from now despite being a year younger than I was. Josh and Essie Young, the English double act who I used to associate myself with. Joss was so very good to me; I had to tell pa!

I began to run. I span the newspaper through the air and back onto the pile as I moved through the air swiftly at the command of my legs. Excitement built up inside of me, I could feel it; I wondered whether it would come out in the form of a sudden yell of joy or-

A figure appeared in the pathway ahead of me. I'd tell him! He'd know, too!

"THE WAR'S OVER!" I exclaimed to him, failing to stop fast enough to not crash into him. I looked up to him, detailing who this individual was. Had I seen him before? No, I didn't believe so. But, he looked so familiar-

"Excuse me?" He queried to me. And there it was. It was his voice, be it without the German accent. I couldn't help but realise how similar this man, who couldn't be more than a few years older than me, looks and sounded so much like he did.

I breathed in, emotions flooding my brain. "Soldiers are coming back home." I answered, mustering up the strength I needed. "France has been beaten! Britain has won!" I finished, trying to keep ahold of my enthusiasm. I ran off.

Why was he here?! Why was this man taunting me? How did he know that it was today?? He wanted me to suffer.

"Wait!" I heard him call from behind a few moments afterwards. My heart began to pound. He couldn't be real, right? No, he was too real to be but a figment of my mind. He was an imposter then? Yes. I kept running; boy, could I not look at him again without losing my mind.

"Hey!" He called again. My legs stopped, nerved by this familiar call. The nightmares of the past flooded my head, the red which filled my earliest memories haunting me once again. Today of all days, I just wished for some peace. Perhaps it would never come. Upon being away from my dream, I noticed that I was now stopped facing him. He was panting before me like an old dog.

"France has been beaten?" He questioned, curiously. There was some desperation in his eyes, much like I remembered in those tense moments back home. I nodded and quickly span into a run.

But I couldn't. He had gripped my shirt like a taunting thought upon my mind. I tugged at him. GO AWAY, FRITS. I shoved him off and quickly ran. I couldn't take much more of this. I could hear his feet pounding the ground behind mine. I suppose his fate was already sealed.

A clearing from the pathway and I was once again in the town. He was still behind me. I turned to him, fed up. I breathed in. No luck. This was happening. I turned and looked at him in the eyes. His eyes.

I struck and it was done. I ran off, tears shooting from my eyes.

I'm sorry, Frits.

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A/N

I'm sorry if this story makes about 65 mistakes every time with history, but there's not much I can do because I'm pretty bad at being consistent.

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I know I've already credited you but I thought that two credits would be better.

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