Revenge

Chapter 6

"Shit! Herc look!"

Lafayette burst into Hercules' house holding a thick pile of paper. The French man slammed the pile onto Hercules' desk and pointed to it.

"Look what this says!" Lafayette exclaimed. Hercules looked over at the paper to see the words 'The Reynolds Pamphlet' in scribbles that he could barely decipher, Alexander's scribbles.

The duo took about half an hour to read the whole pamphlet and by the end they were shocked. They knew Peggy had seduced Alexander under a identity, but they didn't expect Alexander to publicly admit it. Nor did Peggy, they guessed.

"What are we gonna do?" Hercules didn't know what do answer with. On one hand, it's really none of their business but on the other hand, what the hell was Alexander thinking..

So they made an irrational decision.

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Great. Just great.

Alexander thought this whole situation couldn't get worse, but know Jefferson and Madison are in his office with unreadable faces.

"It seems that you have revealed your scandalous, and possibly illegal, secret." Madison's voice was just as unreadable and blank as his face. Jefferson stayed quiet, surprisingly.

"It's probably about time we tell you ours." the shock on Hamilton's face read something along the lines of "Me? But you hate me? Why me?"

"A few years ago a woman called us to her small cottage on the outskirts of the city where she lived alone." This is it. Their confession to their infidelity.

"She said she needed help."

"Help for what?" You could see Hamilton's smirk slowly begin to grow.

"Revenge"

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Hamilton couldn't believe it. His friends, turned against him. By some cruel woman. They never said who the woman is. But he will find out.

Jefferson- or whoever he was- had been quiet the whole way through.

"I suppose, since Madison is Mulligan, you would be someone I know too?" Hamilton raised his eyebrow at his nemesis- at least he thinks he's his nemesis.

"Of course." that thick French accent would be recognisable to Hamilton anywhere.

"Lafayette." Hamilton gasped at his- friend?- nemesis?

"I think it's about time for us to leave now." Lafayette- Jefferson?- clutched Mulligan- Madison by the arm and dragged him out the door.

Hamilton sighed and sat down, resting his head against his hand. He couldn't believe what was really happening all this time. This was stressing him to no end.

Meanwhile in a cottage that I think we're all familiar with. A woman was crying in front of her fireplace, the strong fire crackling as hot tears streamed down her face. She held an old letter that contained loving words from her sisters. Her beautiful, angelic, sisters. The complete opposite of ugly, evil, Peggy. The woman thought.

"Our dearest sister Peggy,

How are you? We are doing well and our parents are well also. We wish you came and witnessed the wonderful plays our children had wrote and performed for us. You would have loved when Philip extended our little song you made for us all those years ago when we were only just big enough for mother to start teaching us about being ladylike. Of which the rules, I assume, you still don't follow.

How is that husband of yours? We have not heard of him at all excluding when you had informed us of  your elopement. You should introduce him soon, we would love to meet him.

All of us are hoping that you will bring your family when we go up to Albany again.

With love,
Your dearest sisters Angelica and Eliza."

This simple little letter had awoken something in Peggy that caused her to crumple up on the ground and sob. That something, was sisterly love.

(A/N: Lmaooo that sounded so disney-like)

After an hour of Peggy's quiet whimpering she stood up from the hard, cold wooden floor. She marched over to her drawer of letters and stuffed the tear-stained letter in. She then marched off to the kitchen where she started on dinner.

But the cloud of cruelty was still slowly fading.