Angst

Historical!

Lams

Tw: Death by hypothermia and/or drowning

Historical time, modern appearance

Gunshots.

Yelling.

Chaos.

A specific moment.

Alex was being held by his neck, shaking, shivering, trembling.

It's cold?

It's very cold.

So cold.

His small 5'7 frame wasn't a match for the redcoat who was around 6'0.

John was looking at the redcoat only, trying to negotiate.

Alex fidgeted, squirmed around, barely being able to speak with the grip on his neck.

"Take one more step and he drowns." the redcoat says, his hand restricting Alex's breathing more as John nods.

"Your weapons. Drop them."

"J-JOHN NO-"

"I have to or he'll kill you, Alex.."

"He'll kill me anyway!" He cried, letting out a choked breath, watching the taller freckled

The grip on Alex's neck loosened.

Slow motion.

The loosened grip was a trick.

Alex got thrown into freezing waters.

The redcoat ran.

John immediately ran over to the edge.

The top was a thick layer of ice.

With blood on the broken rim of the hole.

John ran out onto the ice, swiping away at the frost, moving his brown curls behind his ears frantically screaming Alex's name while tapping the ice for something.

Anything.

Two others, Hercules Mulligan, and Marquis De Lafayette noticed this and started helping.

"OVER HERE!" Marquis yelled, resulting in Hercules and John frantically scrambling over towards the Frenchman, to was slicing into the ice with his Sabre.

Just as the ice was scored enough, John stomped at the weak spot, opening the hole before taking his jacket off (dumbass.) and reaching into the FREEZING water and pulling out the unconscious raven haired boy.

Hercules and Lafayette ran to get a medic.

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Alex was dead.

His body colder than when he was in the water.

Oh well..