Driven Into Madness (Yandere!John Laurens x reader) (Wattys2017)

Chapter 7

"Mes hommes, we are almost at the new camp. Miss (L/n), how are you feeling?" Lafayette was worried for you not only because you were a lady, but being on a camp for a couple of months dries out your endurance (even though you have been training everyday)

"Y-Yeah, just fine." You were heaving for air, carrying a total of six bags. "Im am truly sorry for making you carry all that. Here."

Lafayette grabbed three bags and hooked them on his horse. Then he grabbed the other three and put them over his arms. "It's fine, really, Laf. I don't want you to be tuckered out from holding these dumb bags."

Lafayette rolled his eyes. "Nonsense, mon amie. I am the amazing Lafayette! Silly bags won't tire me." You giggled and looked past the dirt patch you and your men were venturing through.

Laurens was nearby. It sickened him, seeing you giggle at Laf's kindness. He was having some gruesome thoughts about Lafayette. Slitting his throat, ripping his limbs off, burning him alive. Laurens was tempted to do it all.

He had to stay hidden though. If you found out about him sneaking on you, you would surely leave him. He was not ready to see you go. He would never be ready for that.

Hercules was just behind Laurens. He decided it would be quieter to follow him by foot then by steed. Herc had a knife in his side pocket just in case John tried to pull something.

Just like Laurens, Hercules was not ready to lose you. You were his closest friend and even though you liked John, he had a slight fondness towards you. He never said because not only would things be awkward, but John has been acting very sinister lately. He's never acted like this when he had a crush on a girl.

At this point it seemed as if he would straight up murder for you.

Hercules did not jump to conclusions. John has always been a clingy man, so he just assumed this was the same ballgame. 

He stepped on a branch and not only did John hide and scope out who was there, but the soldiers, you, and Lafayette looked back too. "Must've been a squirrel. Keep moving!" Laf commanded.

You and your men finally made it to camp and began to unpack the many bags. "Lafayette, sir, would you like me to go with soldier Thompson and Ryan to check the terrain?" Laf shook his head. "It's best if there are less people. Just stay here and help me with the equipment."

You muffled a groan, trying to making it inaudible. You counted the pairs of weapons each pile should have.

One, a musket, a knife, and a bayonet. Two, a musket, a knife, and a bayonet. Three, a musket and a bayonet. Wait...

The third pile of weapons did not have a knife in it. "Lafayette, pile three does not aquire a knife." He tossed you a knife and you luckily caught it without getting hurt. "Gee, thanks for almost cutting me." You said.

Lafayette gave you a glare and stood in front of you. You gulped and stood in attention, realizing your mistake. "I'm sorry sir. Just kinda stressed."

"That does not give you the right to talk like that to me." He growled. You stood as still as possible, trying not to look scared.

"Yes sir, sorry sir." He chuckled. "You are my friend, (Y/n); but you need to watch what you say to who you say. It could kill you one day." You nodded your head. He then kissed your cheek and patted your head.

"Good, now back to business." You didn't blush because you knew it was a french thing. It did raise your spirits knowing he cared for your wellbeing. You placed the knife in the pile and began counting again.

John saw all of it go down outside, however, he could not hear anything. All he saw was Lafayette talking to you with sterness on his face, then he kissed you. You didn't blush but you did smile at his gesture.

He was at his breaking point. Seeing other men talk to you was torture enough, seeing his friend kiss you was hell. He looked down at the second knife he stole from the weapons you were looking at. It was rusty but sharp. It was perfect.

He took refuge in the woods next to the camp and awaited for night fall.

The moon stood bright in the sky, which triggered John's happiness. He was ready to kill even his close friends to remind you of his love. He tiptoed behind a tent near Lafayette's cabbin. He slowly opened the door to find Laf on one side, you next to him, and a couple of men on the other side.

His anger grew. He snuck by you and lifted Laf up. He was a heavy sleeper but if an attack was happening, he would be the first to know. John ran while taking precaution of what was in front of him.

He tried to get as far as he could, away from the camp so no one could hear. John laid him on a tree and tied him up with a rope he took earlier from their equipment.

John's hand smacked against Lafayette's face and he quickly woke up. "John? Where am I? Why am I tied up, mon amie?" His face grew darker and he slapped him again. "John what the fuck!"

This time John punched him. "John, please, why are you doing this? Did I do something?"

John paused. "Yes, in fact you did." Lafayette's heart jumped and he apologized profusely. "Whatever it was i'm sorry!" John laughed.

"You can't apologize for what you've done. You kissed my one and only true love!" Laf was confused at first, but explained, "No, Laurens. I was forgiving her for talking back to her commanding officer. It's a french thing, remember?"

Deep down, John did know this. He couldn't control himself. He was screaming on the inside. 'Please, no... He's my friend..'

The toxin in him said other wise. "This will be your only warning, that is, if you come out of this alive." John informed with a wicked grin plastered on his face.

He took the rusty knife and slid it against Lafayette's right and left shoulder. He then shoved his other knife into Laf's left leg. He let out a blood curdling scream.

"Psh, General my ass." John grumbled. "If you can't take a stab in the leg then you're nothing to this revolution." Lafayette held his eyes shut, trying to accept the pain.

"Y-You know, that my left l-leg is my weak spot." He choked out. John chuckled. "Yup. we're friends, remember?"

"Friends dont hurt other friends." John shot out. He covered his mouth, astonished by what he said.

"Shut the fuck up! You're so soft, y'know? Take fucking charge for once!"

At this point, Lafayette was completely confused. "Who are you talking to?" His head whipped towards Laf and he lifted his head up with his rusty knife. "None of your goddamn business." He said and slashed at him.

A/n: ayeeeee. This chapter is 200 words over what i usually do so ur welcome! Next chapter will be out in idk when.