Who Are You? - A Hamilton x TMC crossover?

Chapter 8. Torres

Mark woke up covered in sweat, his eyes glancing around the room. He could hear the snores of soldiers, some of them even mumbling in their sleep.

On the bed next to him, his friend peacefully slept, not a single snore coming out of him, which was surprising. But then again, he should be glad that his friend wasn't snoring.

He tiptoed his way to the door, pushing it gently.

There was always something that bothered Mark, mainly his friend, (Y/N) Torres, but he always shrugged it off.

Ever since the burial of the soldier's body, he had begun to receive a strange sensation in his gut. Maybe that was the reason he always had his musket near his side of the bed.

A walk to a nearby lake would surely freshen up his mind.

"̡̬̃̔̂͢͝M̻̯̔ͤ͑̐̇̈̎̉́-̡̬̃̔̂͢͝M̻̯̔ͤ͑̐̇̈̎̉́a̷̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪͖̭̳̥̝͇͚͗̀ͬ̈͝R̈́̐̽͡͏̷̠̫̺̺͙͐ͫͫ̃͟k͛ͨ̉̚҉̳̬̼͓͔̀?"

His body tensed up at the sudden call of his name. His hand instinctively went to his pocket, where he held his knife. His body refused to allow him control.

"̝̣͔̝͎̎̃̈́̾̈̇̓̑́͞I͕̣͛̏ͨͦ̃ ̷̝̦̮̹̫̭̲͔̏͋̇̂̾h͚̬̲̘̥͐͋̒ͣ͟͢͢a̷̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪͉͎̱̗͖͙̼͍͗̀ͪͪ̽̑͊́͢v̷̩̣̗̩͇̦̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺̎͂̀́̏̀̕e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳ a̷̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪͗̀ ̪̻͉̞̞̗̠̎͂̃̑ͧ͘͜s̸͖̖̹̑͒ͭ̓̂̈̾̍ͨ͐ͤ̚͏͏̷̝̪̫̪͈͍̱̣Ū̵͉̭̬̩͕̺̀̒̌ͮ͐ͮ̀̚ͅr̨̛̲̦̰̪̪͍̘͕̥̠̮͇͚̿̅̓̇̀̒̐ͩ̈́̍ͮ́ͦ̈̎̀͜͟p̵̙̞͍͕̺ͪͨ̔̂ͮ̀̚ͅr̨̲̦̰̪̝̣͔̝͎̿̅̓̇̀̒̐̎̃̈́̾̈̇̓̑́͜͟͞I͕̣̪̻͉̞̞̗̠͛̏ͨͦ̃̎͂̃̑ͧ͘͜s̸͖̖̹̖̦͕̬͔̹̑͒ͭ̓̂̈͌̓E̤͙̰̖̘̣͕̰ͫͪ͢ ̨̬̜̖̫̝͓̯͔̇͗ͭͬ͡f̨̤̪̫͈͙̺͑ͯ̀͒̽̄̕͢-̨̬̜̖̫̝͓̯͔̇͗ͭͬ͡f̨̤̪̫͈͙̺͈̼̯̜͑ͯ̀͒̽̄̔͆͂̇̕͢͝ͅo̵͇̬͎͕̺ͦͮ̀̚ͅr̨̲̦̰̪̿̅̓̇̀̒̐͜͟ ̰̟͙͙̤̲̍ͣͬy̧̛̘̬̫͈̼̯̜͂̅̃̅̽̓̇̔͆͂̇͝ͅo̷̡͇̬͎̱͕̲̖ͦ̋̊̃͂͗̚͜ų̷̡̘͔͎̖͍͍̞̱͕̲̖ͫ̀̋̊̃͂͗̚͢͜͜ͅų̷̡̘͔͎̖͍͍̞̱͕̲̖ͫ̀̋̊̃͂͗̚͢͜͜ͅų̷̡̘͔͎̖͍͍̞̱͕̲̖ͫ̀̋̊̃͂͗̚͢͜͜ͅų̘͔͎̖͍͍̞ͫ̀͢͜ͅ!"

Why did it remind him of his friend's voice?

"(Y/N)?" He whispered, refusing to look behind him. "Is—Is that you?"

What was he supposed to do?
Who was he really talking to?

Questions like these spiraled around his mind.

Whatever it was, it took a few steps forward, now a few inches closer than it was. He could practically feel the creatures breathing near his neck. The hairs on his arms immediately raised.

"GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" He shouted, turning around to point the sharp end of the knife at... (Y/N)?

It couldn't be... His eyes briefly widened, the knife threatening to escape his grip as the entity tilted its head.

The creature felt like it came out of someone's nightmare. He could feel the negative energy it emitted. The way it stood there, one side of the face covered with a shadow.

With every step the alternate took, he stepped back.

It was at that moment that Mark realized, once his back hit the rough bark of a tree.

It was over for him.



BANG


BANG


BANG


He swiftly dove down, using his arms as a shield for his head. The creature, however, shrieked in anger as a bullet flew to its head.

Mark's uneven breath filled the silence; he could practically hear his heart beating out of his chest.

His eyes narrowed as he noticed familiar faces making their way towards him. In panic, Mark shouted. "Get away from me!" They stopped, giving the man some space.

"Alright, calm down," said John, slowly approaching Mark. "The creature's gone; I can promise you that."

On the top of John's head was a party hat. Mark's breathing had begun to decelerate; it was just his friend's friend and his friend's friend's friends.

"What—" he took a deep breath. "What are you guys doing here?" The three of them glanced at each other, wondering who was going to do all the talking.

"A certain someone wanted us to look for you." One of them said, glancing down at the shillings he had in his hand.

"We only did it for the money," said Hercules.

"What? No, we didn't!"

"You did get excited when he brought up the topic of money, mon ami."

Oh, how John loved the way his friends leave him to defend himself.

Mark sighed, grabbing a hand full of his hair before slightly tugging on it. Who were they talking about? His mind immediately went straight to his friend (Y/N). It seemed something like the man would do, but then again, he was probably back at the base.

"Can we go now? I want to get back to my birthday party that good ol' (Y/N) set up for me."

Of course. He wanted to kick him in the gut for millions of reasons, this being one of them.

"Let me guess, he paid you guys to come and find me."

He wasn't surprised.