George Washington was in the White House yet again, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, and Alexander Hamilton by his side as always. They were reviewing the response Congress sent them for their most recent cabinet meeting. Everything was fine and well until Mulligan, Laurens, and Lafayette came crashing through the doors, splattered in blood and covered in bruises. Everyone stiffened and rushed to them, however the three made it very clear they needed to go the other way.
"John, what the hell is going on?!" demanded Hamilton. Laurens panted and desperately tried to shove him the other way.
"BRITISH TROOPS! RUN!"
"What?!"
The men ran for cover, but it was too late. A sea of British soldiers broke down the door and began firing everywhere. Washington blindly grabbed a gun and fired back, everyone except Jefferson and Madison doing the same.
"EVERYONE, ATTACK!!" hollered Washington. Hamilton and Laurens, while firing, kept badgering Jefferson.
"HELP US!! WE'RE OUTNUMBERED!!" yelled Hamilton.
"FUCKING HELP US, SCUMBAGS!" added in Laurens. Jefferson whimpered and eventually grabbed a weapon, being the first to actually jump in and attack at a close range.
"/THOMAS/!!!" called Madison. He didn't hear him. He growled and snatched a dagger, rushing in after Jefferson. The White House was clouded with smoke, backup finally arriving. One British soldier rammed Jefferson up a wall, carved out his right eye, sawed off his arm, and left him to bleed. When Madison attempted to help, another British soldier caught him and stabbed both his eyes. He was left unconscious. Hamilton and Laurens felt their hearts skip a beat at the sight.
"NO!!!" Washington screamed, riled up and soon jumping in as well. He didn't realise that foolish mistake would be the death of him.
Literally.
BANG!
Hamilton, Laurens, Mulligan, and Lafayette all watched the motionless body collapse to the floor, scorching tears stinging at their eyes. Burr arrived and managed to fend off some of them. Some. His face was scarred and he was forced to retreat to the others. Hamilton panted, his heart pounding.
"Fuck.... We don't have a choice. We need to retreat."
"But Alex-!"
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT, JOHN! WE NEED TO RETREAT, /NOW/!"
The men froze but finally made way to retreat, Hamilton risking his life to go back for Jefferson and Madison. When he caught up, Mulligan helped carry Jefferson. The five men all made a beeline for the nearest ship and sailed off to safety, their hearts shattering when they saw the White House fall into devastation and ashes. Nobody said a word. They just helped patch each other up.
The only person who had British troops would be King George.
That fucking villainous king.
