(Thats annabelle as a fox)
Annabelles POV-
I woke up to the sunlight hitting my face and the wind blowing through my fur. I got up and dashed out into the midnight moon lit aclove of trees, I shifted back and grabbed the set of clothes off the ground, got dressed, and walked our into the normal park. I shoved my hands into my pockets and felt paper in the left and a cold, smooth metal in the right. The paper read " Finish the job" in a large childish scrawl. I sighed and pulled out the 8 inch switch blade and flicked it open, I examined the blade and hurled it at a tree where it stuck. I smirked and yanked it out, and ran my finger gently over the sharpened edge, and giggled when it cut me.
" Oh, this is an S class weapon!!"
I smiled as I sat bext to a small pond and watched as the sun rose over (my) New York City.
Thomas POV
( allow me to give a brief explanation of why i am not using James Madisons POV here. james Madison is going to die, and im bad at writing pain POVS so yah, K BYEEE)
I woke up at 5 AM and snuck out the back door after leaving a note on the counter letting Laf know I hadn't been kidnapped. I took one look at my bike and sighed seeing the tires had been popped and the chain broken. I pulled out my phone, plugged in my headphones, and blasted " Lin Manuel Miranda: The musical" I started walking towards my house, and when I finally reached it I saw someone on my doorstep. I ducked behind a tree and pulled my hair into a ponytail, and flicked the hood up on my jacket. I walked down the street, and around the corner since my house was in the corner. I saw a familiar mop of brown hair, but couldn't figure it who it was. I quietly unlocked the back door and shut it softly. Taking off my shoes, i snuck to the front where the person was. Several thoughts ran through my mind
1. The news had shown his death
2. I was at his funeral, I saw him get buried
3. It was a closed casket, so I have no way of knowing of it was actually him being buried
4. He was fucking
on my doorstep crying
I pulled the door and picked up the small immigrant.
" Alexander?!"
I felt tears well up as he passed out from a small slash mark on his forhead
Alexander POV-
I woke up with a terrible pain in my head. I couldn't open my eyes the pain in my head would flare up every time that I did. I took a shuddering breath as I heard a gunshit ( lol typo but I'm leaving it cuz its hilarious) I whimpered and felt a hand rest on top of mine and whisper.
" shhh Its ok alexander."
I opened my eyes slightly so see Thomas freaking Jefferson crying as he called 911. I opened my eyes fully to see tears streaking down his face. I wiped them away and tucked the top of my head underneath his chin and wrapped my arms around his waist tightly. He smoothed my hair and pecked the top if my head as he spoke to the person on the line. I felt a few tears being ripped from my eyes as I heard what happened. I buried my head right above his waist and as he hung up he pulled me into his lap as I sobbed. John Laurens, and James Madison had both been shot. Laurens was my best friend. I whimpered and curled up in a ball in Thomas' lap, rocking back and forth until he wrapped he arms around me and cuddled me. I cried for a few more minutes before passing out from sheer exhaustion.
Thomas POV
I picked up alexander and walked to my room and tucked alexander under the covers, and headed out to the living room where we had been a moment before. I laud down on the couch and fell asleep.
~ short time skip brought to you by me being on a plane right now betch~
I felt a small figure crawl onto if my and felt something playing with my hair. I opened my eyes to see my cat.( haha idiot you thot, you thought it was gonna be alex lol)
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I AM ON MY WAY TO ALLENTOWN PA RIGHT NOW, (by the time this is uploaded i will be at home) WHOOP WHOPP THATS THE SOUND OF TEH POLICE LOL I AM SOOO EXCITED
