Like Killer, Like Son

Excuse Me, Who Do You Think You Are?

~Alex~

It doesnt take me long to get to the bar.

And I just remembered I dont know who im looking for. That is, until I see someone in the back of the room motioning for me to come.

As i get closer, I start to see what they look like.

White t-shirt with a black button-up vest. I can barely see but theyre wearing jeans.   I swear i saw somsething shining on his vest but im not sure. He has a hat pulled down just enough to where I cant see unless he looks up.

I sit across him

"So sir, tell me who you are and why you wanted to see me" I growl.

"Relax, no need to get so defensive" he says. That accent...he's from Virginia.

I just stare and try to think of who he is.

"Name" I say.

"What?"

"Come on I need a name! Who are you?" My voice raises a bit.

"Relax. I just want to ask you some questions" he's oddly calm. Im actually uncomfortable right now. This whole situation is taking me out of my element.

"Shoot." Is all I can say.

"What's the count? And before you ask, kill count."

"84, why?"

"Next question, where's Philip Hamilton?"

My blood runs cold after that question. How does he know about Philip?

"That's for me to know and you to never find out..."

"Thats understandable. Last question, what do you know?"

"I don't follow"

"Don't be so oblivious. You know what im talking about" he says.

"Yeah right, you're drunk buddy! Im leaving"

I stand up and turn to leave when i feel something stab my neck. I already know what it is.

"You asshole! Whyd you... Why did...I think im just gonna lie down..." My vision fades to black as I fall to the ground.

I ocasionally catch glimpses of whats going on while im being dragged out. Why do so many people want me dead?! I only killed almost a hundred people. Is that really a reason to kill me?

~John~

"That's weird, Alex isn't back yet" I mutter.

"Hey Philip do you know where Alex is?"

"We were both there. He said he was throwing his phone in the harbor" he says.

"Well yeah, but we both know he's not really doing that."

"Well where do you think he went?" He asks.

"I found his phone on his bed so probably somewhere dangerous"

"I bet he's off killing people"

I laugh a little. "Yeah probably"

"I knew there was no way hed last a week let alone two weeks of no killing!"

"I guess we just wait until he comes back"