Gone Too Soon • Hamilton {John Laurens}

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(A/N: I'm going to alternate POV's each chapter. Every other will be Brielle's. Note that Brielle is going to be a few days ahead of John and any one else's POV. But it will all be caught up eventually.)

Brielle's POV

2 days later

"You put too much in the rag the girl's never gon' wake up!"

"Eh she'll survive."

"General won't be happy if she takes any longer."

"Then wake her up! Since when do you care?"

"I don't want to be hanged like Simcoe. God forbid he didn't follow instructions. Can you wake her up?"

"Why me?"

I didn't here the rest of the conversation, for I opened my eyes and interrupted them.

"Eh the thang's awake!" A very big man with a red coat on exclaimed. His voice matched the first one speaking.

"Heh, she's been listening in." The second one said.

I groaned and sat up. My hands were tied behind my back and I sat in a sort of prison cell. The bars were of steel and the ground of mud. It was super humid.

My head pounded and my mouth was dry, where am I?

"What's your name kitten?" The second one asked.

Kitten. He was the one who knocked me out. I've been kidnapped. By redcoats.

Where's John? Did they take him?

The two walked into my cell, now holding hand guns.

"I said what's your name?" He repeated angrily.

"Brielle." I croaked, my voice hoarse from the lack of water. "Brielle Washington."

I could see their eyes widen through the darkness of my cell.

"Washington's daughter?"

"Yes now how long have I been here?" I demanded.

"Three days." One of them said carelessly but continued, "Turns out we aren't getting hanged. This is better than Elizabeth Schuyler."

"What did you want with Eliza?" I shouted.

"Ooh she's valuable kitten, she'll get us to that Hamilton man. He'll come begging for her back, and if we can rid of Hamilton. Americans have no chance. But you kitten." He pointed at me. "Are more valuable then any other woman. We will have Washington at our feet. You should be honored."

"I am not honored. I am disgusted at the fact you are dragging women into this revolution. You should be ashamed." I spat

He smacked me right across the face. The impact of the hit made me whack my head against the brick wall.

I held my head and looked at my hand to see blood. I looked at the men with fear.

"Abraham we need her alive, at least for now. Let's get the General to have her questioned."

The one who's name had been discovered as Abraham scowled at me, locked my cell, and walked out with his partner.

I burst into tears.

What are they going to do to me? Do my friends even know I'm gone? Do they care? Is my father coming to rescue me?

So many questions, but there was only one thing I knew for sure.

I was completely and utterly helpless.

And not in a good way.