13 || I've Got To Be In The Room Where It Happens

Not related to the chapter but ^ Daveed's v-neck is deeper then the shit Hamilton threw himself into when he published The Reynolds Pamphlet tbh. Excuse my profanity lmao.

Now, enjoy as everyone suffers in a short chapter. ;)

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"George King, It's the FBI, open up!" Jefferson yelled, slamming his handgun against the dark-wooded door a few times warningly. 'How does this evil of a man deserve this nice of a house?' He thought with a frown.

Jefferson almost hoped that King was armed so he could shoot him. King deserved to die for hurting Alexander. And James. And Theodosia and...

"Move, Jefferson!" Washington cut his graphic thought train off, pushing him away from the door so the curly-headed newbie, Philip, could ram it open.

Thomas burst in first, brandishing his gun threateningly. He checked the multiple living rooms of the home, calling "Clear!" when he didn't notice anything suspicious. A few echoes of the word around the mini mansion and they were all running up and down multiple flights of stairs. They had quickly found James and Maria Reynolds hiding out in the attic.

But, where was King and Hamilton?

That question rammed itself into Jefferson's brain repeatedly as he rapped on what he presumed was the basement door.

"King? Alexander?" He called desperately.

A muffled yelp of pain could be heard.

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After hearing Alexander's teammates knock on his door, George King had ran into what Alexander had depressingly dubbed "The Room Where It Finally Happens."

Alex blearily noted that King had left his accomplices behind to fend for themselves. What a coward.

George had been dialing up the torture on him, doing everything from cutting him to burning him. Guess he wanted to bring Alex down with him. Alex almost hoped he would.

Because he could barely breathe, it hurt so much. Right when he finally felt like he was going to just fall asleep and never wake up, George would stop and leave him alone for a minute, force-feeding him a bit of water and a few cracker crumbs and allowing him to regain enough consciousness to keep hurting him.

Alexander felt close to the climax of death again when he heard a loud knocking from somewhere up above, along with a muffled cry of "King? Alexander?"

George jumped, the shallow cut he was making in Alex's calf shoving deeper into the muscle.

Hamilton welcomed the familiar black spots covering his vision as the gag in his mouth muffled his pained scream to a yelp.

"Hel' 'e!" Alex cried as he saw a bright light from above and a bang.

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This is such a good place to stop.

I'm sorry I love cliffhangers.

I'll publish the next chapter soon, I promise.

Also "Air 'Em Out" by clipping. is so gOOD.

Might I add that if you have written a fan fiction story, could you please join my quick ripple awards? I would appreciate it so much.

Thanks!

~River



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