You're Mine

The Frenchman's Demise

Later that evening, Alex barged into the dorm room, frantically searching for John. He appeared in the doorway as soon as Alex thought of yelling for him. "John, tell me Laf is still alive."

"Why?" he shrugged, "Why would it matter?"

"John," Alex threw his things onto the ground and slammed the door, "It matters because you have already ended the lives of two people who were innocent to the crimes you accused them of. Maybe Laf knows you did it, maybe he doesn't. Until he talks, though, you've got no reason to kill him, too."

"You are so adorable, you know that?" Even after all Alex had just said, John's words made his face light up red, "You're here talking to me like you can change the course of my mind. Maybe you can, but not on this. He knows too much, Alex. I cannot let him slide by."

"Have you not stopped to consider the consequences?"

"There are no consequences if you don't get caught," John smirked.

"I can't believe I'm saying this," Alex inhaled shakily, "but I might just tell."

John's smirked disappeared and his face went pale, "Alex, you- you wouldn't. I know you. You know why I did it and I-"

"Yes I do know why you did it. And why it's absolutely unacceptable," Alex spat, "John, you barely have any sanity left. What am I supposed to do with you?" John had nothing more to say so Alex went into his room and locked the door. All John could do was stare in the general direction.

"You're supposed to stay out of my way," he replied to a now empty room. The clock chimed with the 10 o'clock hour and John retreated to the safety of his room. And he schemed.

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By midnight, John had devised a plan that would end in only one death. And it would look like a suicide. Alex had no idea.

"Morning," John smiled cheerily at his groggy roommate.

"Did you even sleep?" Alex mumbled and poured some coffee.

"Oh, of course I did," John chuckled, doing his best to hide his plan. He needed Alex to think it was a suicide, too, "You didn't sleep well?"

"Not particularly. I'm... worried, John. About you. You've already thrown a portion of your life away. Why would you want to keep going?"

"Don't worry," John reassured Alex the best he could, "I'm okay, really."

"Now, I don't believe that for a second, but if you so insist, I'll let it rest for now. We'll continue this conversation later." Alex trudged out the door and took his time in doing so. When he was good and gone, John went to the cafe and bought two coffees. One of which, he dissolved poison in. He caught Lafayette dragging around in the courtyard. The same place I stabbed Eliza and Hercules. He shook the thought away and approached, "Hey, Laf."

He turned to face John. His eyes were swollen and red and he had tear stains down his cheeks, "Qu'est-ce que tu veux?"

"I don't understand..."

"What do you want, John? Can't you see I'm busy?" He continued sliding his feet through the grass and crying. Real busy, uh-huh.

"I just... wanted to apologize for my insensitivity the other day," he smiled as convincingly as he could, "Obviously, Herc meant a lot to you so I hope this coffee can help cheer you up." He held the poisoned drink out, smiling hugely.

"I don't want it. But I appreciate your apology," Laf waved him off, not feeling right about his gesture.

"C-come on, Laf! I know it's your favorite!" he tried pushing the drink closer to Laf's mouth until a small amount spilled down his shirt. It sizzled and burned almost immediately.

Lafayette stared in wide-eyed horror, "It was you, wasn't it? You killed Hercules and Eliza and now you're trying to kill me! Meurtrier!" he tried to run but John already had a death-grip on Laf's shirt. "You will speak to no one of this," he was fuming, mostly because now, the idea of making it look like a suicide was out of the picture, "As a matter of fact, you will never speak again." He threw Lafayette onto the ground and luckily for John, he was too shocked to move. He took the acidic liquid in one hand and wrenched open the Frenchman's mouth with the other. Careful not to get any on himself, John dumped the drink down his throat, all the while his body was twitching and trying to scream.  He was dead in seconds. John threw the cup into the garbage along with his own and carried the body to the edge of the woods. Is this really a good idea? He surveyed the area before stepping in and venturing deep. Nobody would look this far in, right? He threw Laf's corpse into a pile of leaves and placed rocks over it. If you weren't looking for it, you'd never find it. He left the woods as if nothing ever happened.