~Alex~
"Ok Philip, I think the time has come" I say.
I open a metal box and take out a pistol.
"Tonight you get to do your first kill"
"Alex!" I hear john call my name from downstairs. I quickly put the pistol away and hide the box. John comes upstairs in the room.
"What were you doing just now?" He asks.
"Uhh nothing"
"Then whats that behind your back?"
"Nothing"
He stares at me for a moment before leaving the room. I turn around and open the box again.
"This isn't going to end well" Philip says.
"Relax, im a trained professional in the art of murder" I reply.
"And how many times have you even shot a gun? Let alone a pistol?"
"More times than i can count so pay attention. Now what I have here is a dueling pistol. As you can see, my name us carved in it so you know it's mine. Its one of my favorite weapons aside from the standard revolver or knife. Call me old school, but I'm still better than you" I joke.
"Now what you're gonna do is-"
"ALEX" John came back in the room without me noticing. I'm caught off guard and accidentally shoot my leg. Any higher and I'd be on the floor crying.
I fall to my knee trying to stop the bleeding.
"What happened to being a trained professional?" Philip says with a smirk.
"Shut up! John get the bandages!"
"I don't know" he starts."you did this to yourself"
"You know, sometimes I really hate you" i say while limping out the room.
"Love ya too Alex"
~Yep, its days like this i wonder how im still alive~
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Like Killer, Like Son
Fiction générale*Sequel to Mad Love* Three years after escaping a mental institution(I JUST REMEBERED WHAT ITS CALLED), Alexander Hamilton has been trying to live a "normal" life. Hes practically dating john laurens and treats Philip like a son. Now, what happens w...
