Hamilton One Shots

Trigger

"Wait!"

The trigger was pulled. A single bullet flew through the air, barely in seconds reaching its victim on the other side of the field. There was a piercing scream before the man dropped to the ground.

The silence that followed was almost unbearable. Aaron Burr, the man who had fired, felt himself slipping away at the sight of the other man on the ground. He never would have believed that he would shoot a man. But yet there he was, facing his own fear.

Hands trembling, he stepped cautiously towards the other, unmoving man. The gun he held dropped, clunking against the ground. His heart was pounding and he only had one prayer in that moment.

Please let him be alive.

Although he had fired the bullet, he felt regret for doing so. He thought to himself how foolish it was to duel, as well as how foolish it certainly was to take someone's life for it.

He was almost close enough to touch his opponent, when the doctor rushed to the wounded man. It all became a blur, the feeling of being pushed backwards, and watching the other man being pulled the opposite way.

"No, please-" His cries were silenced, as the men on his side ordered him to not speak anymore. Aaron watched as the other man was treated to, being lifted up onto a cot, before disappearing down a trail towards the river.

Wiping his eyes, Aaron looked up at the sky, praying to anyone who might listen. In his mind, he prayed that he had not killed his opponent. He prayed that he would be able to live a life again. He promised to the heavens above, that he would never do such a treacherous thing again.

But the more he thought, the more he prayed, it all slowly being to blend together. As he recalled the events that happened all too recently, his heart pounded heavily, causing him to become more sinful. Dark thoughts succumbed his brain, making him shiver.

The ride back across the river was longer than expected. The timid waves rocked the boat back and forth, making Aaron feel as though he would be thrown overboard. He felt he had betrayed himself and everything he once knew.

When he arrived back on the shore, there was already circling whispers around him. Aaron tried to hide himself among the swarms of people, but it was almost impossible. People were suspicious of why he had left, and why he had come back empty handed.

As he wandered past wary people, his heart pounded with each step. He was bound to be questioned. So far it seemed only that people were avoiding him, which to Aaron seemed to be quite alright.

It wasn't long before he heard shouting, people pushing him out of the way. Aaron craned his neck above to see what was happening. His heart dropped in his chest when he saw that familiar cot, with a man he knew so well sprawled on top. Yet again, it vanished from sight, down the street.

There were more whispers in the streets. "Was that Mr.Hamilton?" "Burr has been acting oddly ever since he arrived back." "Is he going to survive?"

The world was spinning under his feet, as Aaron Burr stumbled along. For the first time in his life, he felt empty, but alive. The consequences would rise soon enough for him, which he was well aware of.

He found a chair, slumping down in it. Pictures flashed through his mind, of the way he pulled the trigger to the way his victim fell to the ground. A single tears dropped down to the cobblestone beneath his feet as he recalled the moment.

What have I done?

Feeling weak, he stood up and collected himself. A few people whispered in his direction, eyes following him, digging into his skin. It was the worst type of torture he had ever felt, of being looked on with pity by the people he knew so well.

Wailing was heard from uptown, as it travelled among the people. As much as Aaron wanted to know if his friend was still alive, he knew it would not be in his place to go and find out.

Millions of thoughts came running through his head. How could you do that? You have succeeded, Burr. How ungrateful are you? Do you know what you have done?

But then his mind thought of the worst. Aaron could picture the children, crying over the loss of their father. He could see Eliza, crouching beside her husband's death bed, begging for an answer. He realized that he caused much more damage than just killing a man.

And then he could see vividly in his mind, his own child, Theodosia. Tears streamed down his face at the thought of her. He only ever wanted good for his child, but now there was no keeping her safe.

The world seemed to go black around him as his mind took over his body. Shuddering, trying to scream the single word he wanted to say, Aaron crouched on the ground.

"Well, Aaron Burr, how pleasant it is to see you once again."

Lifting his head, Aaron met eyes with the one person he would have never imagined to be inside his mind. Alexander.

He looked alive as the day before. Aaron backed away, but the more he did so, the closer they became. Alexander gave a weak smile towards him. "Are you afraid of me?"

I wish I wasn't, Aaron thought. But then in a split second he remembered that Alexander was a part of his mind how, forever haunting him. Alexander smiled, a more cruel one than before. "You should be. After what you have done? How could you be so ignorant? Why would you do such a thing? I trusted you."

Aaron felt himself cringe at the word. Trust. He never thought Alexander would say that, but then again, he was only a figment of his imagination now.

"Leave me alone." Practically spitting at the ghostly image in front of him, Burr backed up even more. Alexander taunted him, stepping forward. "Why should I? I'm dead now. I have the control over your mind. And you killed me. Isn't this-"

He couldn't take it anymore. Aaron threw himself at the figure, which evaporated into nothing but darkness. The world turned light again and back to normal.

Breathing heavily, he grabbed himself around the chest, trying to stay calm. The passerby around him gave him snarky looks. He tried to ignore their gazes.

But then he heard wailing again and his heart stopped. Someone spoke up, telling the news that he had dreaded to hear. A few people glanced his way, seeing the man who had caused it all.

Aaron managed to gasp, "No." He covered his face and held back his sobs. He didn't know why he was crying, only a few hours ago he had felt such need for revenge. But he had killed a man, nothing less, and this was all his fault.

As much as he tried to tell himself that it couldn't be true, that it was all happening in his mind, the words kept running through his mind. And though he tried to get the name out of his head, Aaron Burr couldn't.

Someone beside him whispered it loudly, breaking Aaron apart for what felt like the last time, knowing that Alexander Hamilton was dead. He had pulled the trigger that had just begun to affect history around him.

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A/N: Well, this turned out interesting. I was really inspired to write something with Burr, as I like his personality and story. We will never really know what was happening in Aaron Burr's mind when he killed Hamilton, and therefore I created this.