To The Groom... (Lafayette x Laurens) [Laurette]

Chapter Seventy-Five: Say Hello to Hell For Me

(Holy shit just imagining the knife through the flesh made my stomach turn... XD)

(The whole chapter is more or less yandere and murder...)

(I JUST-- THE WHOLE TIME I WAS WRITING THIS I THOUGHT OF "TAG YOUR IT" MELANIE MARTINEZ SONG HHHHHH-)

(THIS UNPUBLISHED SO I'VE GOT TO PUBLISH IT AGAIN DAMMIT*

The British man walked around the town, armed. He had dark circles, he was more creepy than you would of imagined. His eyes were filled with nothing more but dark and cold. His flesh was light-pale. You seemed like the serial killer type. Lafayette pointed his gun at the back of his knee, staying a good distance away from him and close to places where he could hide. He shot the bullet, a loud bang echoed through the town. The man fell down in shock, searching for his gun. Lafayette shot both of his wrists and his other knee before he could grab it. He did grab it, but couldn't move his hand. Lafayette walked over to him, Hercules following.

"Why hello there, mon amie~!" Lafayette chuckled darkly.

"W-Wait, who are you? What do you want from me? Wait, your outfits, it's the same as that one person I-..." the British man's eyes widened.

"Oh wow, he just arrived and you already know who we are!" Lafayette let out a blood-chilling laugh. Both of Lafayette and Hercules's eyes shimmered red.

"So, wow! Good for you! You're going to die by America's favorite fighting Frenchman... but that's not important. What's important is that you touched John Laurens, hehe~ and he's miiine~" Lafayette cackled.

"Laf, that even creeps me out, like, seriously." Hercules said, standing by him. He shivered at the feeling.

"Oh yeah, and by him. He's cold-blooded as hell. I like him." Lafayette said.

"Oh I'm so touched... I get an introduction..." Hercules rolled his eyes.

"Ah, mon amie.. you get to do whatever you want with him after I'm done with him." Lafayette told him.

"Oh sweet, just don't kill him." Hercules said, wanting him alive so he could kill him first.

"Look, hey, I'll give you all the money you want if you let me go right now. There's no need to fight--" the man said, struggling to get away.

"Ah! Hahah, persuading. Money doesn't matter to me." Lafayette brought out a pocket knife from (his pocket duh XD) and clicked it open. He man bashed his head against Lafayette's head, trying to crawl away and raise his arms to attack. "

Ow! Hahah, you have a thick skull! I bet Mulligan can smash it in a second..." he snickered evilly.

"Jusssttt hurrryyyyy!!" Hercules said impatiently, like a dog waiting for a treat. Lafayette's eyes had a luminous red glow as he smile stretched creepily. He raised his knife, jamming it through his stomach. He dragged it down, the knife tearing through the flesh slowly. The red, oozing liquid gushed out of the wound, rolling down his side. The man yelped, but didn't scream.

"Why are you not screaming~? Ah, come on... I want to hear you scream... you're no fun..." he dragged it faster and deeper, the man finally screaming out. Lafayette smiled, giggling.

"Seee~? That wasn't so haaardddd~...." he forced the knife out, stabbing him over and over again. Repeatedly. His speed was fast.

"You didn't think I would let you get away that easily, did yooou~?" he kept the knife in his stomach.

"You aren't putting up a fight..." he licked the blood off of his hands.

"You aren't fun." Lafayette frowned, grabbing his chin. He raised his fist, punching him with all his force. He knocked a tooth out of his mouth. He punched his two more times, chuckling darkly, again.

"Can I~??????" Hercules whined.

"Alright, alright, fine. I could torture him for hours. So here." he grabbed the man by the shirt, punching him in the eye and kneeing him in the stomach. The man coughed up blood, getting dizzy.

"Say hi to hell for me~" Lafayette said, throwing him on the ground. Hercules got down on his knees, the cold, hard ground.

"Yaaaaay~!" he grabbed the back of his skull, grabbing his hair, too and pulling his head back. He smashed his skull into the ground fast and hard. The man probably had only a little bit of life left. Hercules made him get up, twisted his head and snapping his neck, dead.

"..... we over did this, didn't we? Fuck, we got waaay into this." Lafayette said, nomming and licking his bloody knife.

"So, I have no regrets. Hercules said, jamming a rusty spoon into him.

"Oh yeah, this is for your son." Lafayette shot three bullets into his head.