Another writing squad one.
*- dual POV fic
Italics are flashbacks, * are flashback time skips
It all started with a gun.
Two men stood opposite from one another, each one's neck hairs bristling. One was less a man, more a boy, but he chose to duel. Fingers pressed on the triggers of each man's gun, a rather violent symbol. Each ones eyes' narrowed as they aimed daggers at each other, eyes swirling with hatred. Both men had stood the same, until one raised his gun in the air. Pale dawn light reflected off the barrel, a bead of sweat sliding down his cheek. A loud cry of, "One!" echoed through the thick air. Each man glared at one another again. "Two," a short breath. "Three," nothing. The doctor called, "Four!" and turned away, leaving each man staring at eachother. "Five!" "Six!" "Seven!" Before anyone could say anything, gunpowder shot from one mans gun, launching the bullet. It smashed into the nineteen year-old, sending him collapsing to the ground.
"Philip!" shouted a voice.
"Richard?" came an inaudible reply.
The deed was done. The other man, George Eacker, ran off before anyone could do anything.
By the next day, doctors were too late. Young Philip Hamilton had been shot and killed.
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"Betsey? Where did we go wrong?" An auburn haired male asks, holding his wife's hand.
"Nowhere, dear, just Philip was always a bit hotheaded like you." She honestly says. The dark haired woman stands up, wriggling her hand free.
"Alexander, come back to sleep." Alexander shakes his head.
"I have an early meeting out of town." She sits on the edge of the bad.
"It's still dark outside." She argues.
"I just need to write something down." This earned a muffled chuckle from his wife.
"Why do write like you're running out of time? Come back to bed that would be enough." After a bit more arguing, Alexander managed to leave, not after passing Philip's room. A shiver runs down his back, neck hairs bristling.
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It was a rather irksome day, nonetheless. Alexander had hurried up to Albany to see how his father-in-law was doing in the Senate. Little did he know, his friend had stolen Schuyler's spot.
"Burr?" Alexander hissed, in shock.
"Alexander." Burr greeted, smiling.
"You became a democratic-republican.. to take my father-in-law's position?" Alexander asks, questioningly.
"Yes. I seized the opportunity I saw." Alexander seemed offended and spat back.
"You call yourself my 'friend'? Friends of mine wouldn't do this." Burr raised an eyebrow.
"Your pride's going to end up the death of us all. Beware, Hamilton." Burr turned and stalked away, greeting people as he went.
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'What happened?' Alexander thought as he soundlesly walked alone. Shaking any thoughts from his cluttered mind, the Caribbean immigrant looked around. There he was! Aaron Burr. Alexander narrowed his eyes as he watched Burr, disgust hinted in them. The violet eyes were quite the sight, if you asked the ladies. Alexander wanted revenge on Burr as much as he wanted the Reynolds scandal to go away. 'Forget it. He stopped me from duelling Monroe, what's going to make him duel?' Alexander nodded, tossing his auburn hair back and turning away from Senator Aaron Burr.
