The Immigrant

Chapter 54| Febuary 12 1803

The cold nipped my nose as I walked briskly down the street. Carts skidded down the city streets as smoke billowed from the houses.
Snow began to fall hard as I was caught in a hurricane of a stormy blizzard. Many people huddled in doorways, while others ducked into shops and pubs.
I happened to find myself approaching a old tavern. I walked inside as the snow blew inside causing a disturbance as I closed the door quickly. A few men were sitting at tables as they murmured to each other. I felt their beady eyes follow me as I sat alone at a counter, ordering a pint as I tried to warm myself.
I looked around the bar in somber spirits as it reminded me of the times when Lafayette and Mulligan were still here. Now they were off in their own country's as I haven't seen them in years. Missing their presence I sighed deeply turning my gaze to the counter. I thanked the bar tender quietly as he set down my drink. I sipped away at the sluggish drink, suddenly the door blew open as another gust of wind blew into the bar as I shivered but kept my gaze forward.
"Mr.Eacker, there you are!" A man at a neighboring table exclaimed.
I almost chocked on my drink as I set down my mug a little to loudly as I turned around, a cold sweat rolling down my neck.
I saw George Eacker give a sly smile to the group of men as he sat down next to them.
"That goddamn storm caught me by surprise.." Eacker smiled as he was passed a drink.
I turned around as my heart pounded in my chest and head whirled.
I hadn't seen Eacker sense the day of the duel. I thought he skipped town and fled, avoiding the murder change that put against him, now has been passed and forgotten by the court. Now he was back.
Vivid rage coursed through my veins, my fingers traced my father's singe shot pistol that I have been keeping it with me recently.
I turned back to the group of men. My jaw clenched as I stared cooly at Eacker who didn't take any notice towards me.
"What are you looking at?" A man growled as he spotted me looking at them.
I ignored his question as I kept my eyes locked on Eacker as he looked up from his cup.
"Well looked who it is, surprising seeing you here after all that has happened." Eacker smiled sickly as he stood up approaching me.
"You son of a bitch!" I yelled as I lifted my pistol pulling the hammer back as it locked the bullet into place, pointing it straight at Eacker.
Eacker stepped back in surprise as the rest of the men stood he with a start. Eacker chuckled as he looked down the barrel of the gun.
"Why don't you shoot me Mr.Auditore, I'll share that pitiful fate your stupid friend met!" Eacker yelled.
Time seemed to slow as I closed my eyes
...you were the one who caused all this...
Without a second thought my finger pulled the trigger, with a loud bang the bullet struck Eacker in the right shoulder as he staggered back with a yell clutching his wound.
The men around the table lunged forward as they unarmed me, throwing my father's pistol to the ground. My heart sank with dread as I was punched hard in the jaw. My vision blurred, the smoke from the gun burned my nostrils. My arms were painfully ripped back as I was held against my will. With fading vision I heard someone say.
"Mr.Auditore, you are under arrest for attempted murder."

My time a jail was grueling. I was sentenced a month in prison for wounding Eacker, knowing I made a terrible mistake. I wasn't fair, Eacker should have been the one behind bars. Though the anger I felt towards Eacker got the best of me as I made a blind decision and payed the consequence of injustice. Though my trial wasn't career crushing, it did bring a lot to speculate my actions. I didn't expect any remorse from anyone. Not even Hamilton and Eliza who's son was dead because of Eacker.
After my month sentence was over I was set a free man again, though I didn't feel like it. Expectedly my career but back at me as the press devoured my reputation by putting my "crime" into every newspaper they could get their greedy hands on. Burr nor Theodoisa hardly talked to me, probably ashamed of my actions. The Hamilton's understanding of my actions still didn't find comfort of me getting revenge on what Eacker did to them and myself. The weeks followed after my trial as I felt the world fall apart once again.