Finite(I might change this title who knows)

Chapter 4

Alexander's POV
John, Lafayette, Hercules and Peggy gave me their numbers, Angelica said that phones were a hackers favorite choice for stealing someone's identity so why risk giving her number to me. Eliza simply said that she'd give it to me at a later date. I skipped over to Washington's shiny black car and slid into the front seat.
"Hey kiddo, how was your first day?" Washington asked with an affectionate tone.
"It was fine, I made some friends."
"Well that's good, what are their names?"
"John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan, Gilbert Lafayette, and Angelica, Eliza and Peggy Schuyler." I mumbled cracking my knuckles and wringing my hands, a nervous tick of mine. What if he asks me how I met them? Or what they were like? I mean, I like them, but they certainly are a little weird.
"Laurens?" I nodded.
"Hm. He wouldn't happen to be Henry Laurens' boy?"
"I dunno." I mumbled quietly.
"Why do you ask?"
"Oh, uh, Henry Laurens was one of the victims of The Angel of Death. Happened a few months ago. Poor man left behind five kids with their step mom." Jesus Christ... that's depressing.
"Jeez..." Washington hummed.

Once we arrived home I locked myself in my room. I may or may not be stalking my new friends social medias. I found out that: Peggy has a glass eye, Angelica had just broken up with Thomas Jefferson AKA Magenta Q-Tip after both of them cheated on each other, Eliza takes really aesthetic pictures of her with a lit lighter, Lafayette takes a lot of selfies, Hercules sews knits and crochets, and John is a really good artist. I also did some research and John is in fact the son of Resident Dead Guy™ Henry Laurens. Also: JESUS F*CKING CHRIST. This serial killer doesn't mess around, Henry Laurens had both of his hands cut off, hung from the ceiling by his ankles, and had been cut open on his stomach allowing his blood to flow down and into his face while still breathing. I heard my phone go off and wouldn't you know it John Laurens texted me! Wait. John Laurens texted me. HOLY SH*T!

John: Hey
Me: Hey John!
John: What are you up to?
Me: Nothing really.
John: Oh? Is that so, because I just got a message that you liked my instagram post from seven months ago.
Me: ummmmmmm
John: Mind explaining why your scrolling through my instagram?
Me: I didn't mean to like it, I just wanted to make sure you weren't some serial killer

F*ck! You don't just say that! Especially considering his father!

John: Hey for all you know I could be The Angel Of Death ;)

Oh. Oh okay.

Me: Bullsh*t.
John: Why is that so unbelievable?
Me: Because no serial killer is that attractive
John: Is this your way of flirting?
Me. Ummmmm I gotta go bye!
John: Don't you dare!!!!
Me: why noooot
John: Because I want to talk to you!
Me: fiiine
John: Washington works for the FBI right?
Me: um, I believe so? Why?
John: Has he told you any secret information about The Angel Of Death? Like suspects or any lead at all?

Aw, poor John, he must really wanna catch the killer.

Me: Not really, I mean he's mentioned some stuff but nothing super interesting. I'll keep an ear out for any new information though.
John: Thanks Lexi.
Me: it's really not a big deal :)
John: haha you're adorable

(A/N: "isn't this suppose to be a horror story?" I'm getting to it be patient.)

Washington's POV
I stared at the evidence. These leads are as good as dead. I heard the quiet ring of the phone, letting out a sigh I picked up.
"Hello?"
"U-um h-hello? Yes um. I have a lead, f-for The Angel Of Death." Whoever the voice was sounded terrified
"What! Please do tell us everything you know!"
"W-well, I... sh*t. I-I can't tell you who it is b-but I can tell you that the culprit attends YorkTown High." There's was the sound of door slamming and someone telling something I couldn't make out.
"Sh*t f*ck god f*cking damnit." Then the person hung up.

A/N: *nervous smile*