"You have ten seconds. Ten."
Ten year old Alexander Hamilton sat on his bed. He looked down at his friend on the floor. His name was John Laurens. He was also ten. John and Alex had met the day before, and were already inseparable. John's family was on vacation in the Caribbean, and they just happened to have chosen to go to the island that Alexander lived on.
Alexander liked John. He liked his puffy brown hair, his vibrant green eyes, his accent that he'd never heard before, but that John seemed to share with all of his family. He admired how John had managed to coax a small turtle out of a nearby pond, and now was gently playing with it.
Suddenly, a loud crash from the other room and the shrill sound of a woman's shriek interrupted Alex's thoughts. John and Alex snapped their heads up in unison. Alex heard his father yelling, and his mother crying. His mother didn't cry. They heard another crash. More shouting.
"John," Alex whimpered, shaking and staring wide-eyed down at his hands that were folded in his lap. "I'm scared." John immediately put down the turtle and sat on the bed next to Alex. He wrapped his small arms around the skinnier boy.
"Shh," John comforts Alex. "I won't let anything hurt you, not ever." Alex looks up at John, dark blue eyes meeting green ones.
"Promise?" John nodded and held Alex closer.
"I promise."
"Five."
Nineteen year old Alex stood staring out the window, his expression blank, clearly deep in thought. The front door to his apartment opened, and John Laurens, who was now Alexander's roommate and boyfriend, walked in.
"Hey, Lex," he greated. Alex responded with a mumble. John set his bag on the fading green armchair and disappeared into the kitchen. Seconds later, noises that one might expect to hear from a legion of raccoons routing through a dumpster drifted out from the open doorway. John was having trouble finding his snack.
Suddenly, with no warning at all, a loud crack of thunder and a streak of lightning sparked across the sea of grey clouds. Alexander shrieked and stumbled back from the window as rain heavily pelted down. John must have heard Alex cry out, because a second later he came rushing into the room he was in.
"Alex!" His green eyes frantically searched everywhere, finally landing on Alex's shaking form, cowering away from the window and the storm beyond. Alexander flinched and screamed again as another bolt of lightning illuminated the dark room, bringing with it the deafening boom of thunder. John ran to the window and threw the blinds shut, blocking out the lightning strikes. He quickly went over to Alex, whose breathing and pulse had become erratic.
"Alex," John whispered gently.
"So much water... can't breath..." Alex choked out.
"Shh, it's okay. You're safe. We're in our apartment. Here." He takes Alexander's hand and places it on his chest. "Breath with me, okay?" Alexander nodded. John took a deep breath and then exhaled.
"One." He repeated the practice.
"Two." This time Alexander joined him in counting.
"Three." Their voices blended together. After five breaths, Alexander was calm again. He sniffled and looked up into John's eyes.
"Th - thanks Johnny," he managed. John smiled.
"Of course, baby." He leaned in, and Alex did the same. Their lips connected in a sweet kiss, Alexander's wet with his tears.
"I'll always be there for you."
"Zero. Time's up. What's your decision?" Alexander took a shuddering breath, his heart pounding in fear. So many memories, but they wouldn't help him now. He could feel the burning cold of the gun's tip pressed against his right temple. He slowly, ever so slightly, shook his head. His captor sneered.
"Pitty," he drawled. "I am not looking forward to the clean up afterwards. Any last words?" For once, Alexander could think of nothing to say. His thoughts were filled with memories of a man with a fluffy, brown ponytail, a man with green eyes. Memories of meeting him when they were young, memories of how they grew closer by tragedies in both their lives, memories of the worst tragedy imaginable, of when John left him forever. But soon, Alex would see him again.
"Time's up," his captor spoke again. Alexander heard the click of the trigger as it snapped into place. He felt the pain as the bullet entered his skull, felt the warm, sticky blood run down his face. But as he fell to the ground, he was smiling. As his vision faded to black, he was happy.
"I'm coming to see you, my love," he whispered with his dying breath. "At last, we will be together."
(A/N: Hey y'all. I get the feeling that this was VERY crappy, but please let me know what you think.)
