Hamilton Watches Hamilton

Chapter One- Prologue

August 27, 1782, - John Laurens

John chuckled as he kicked more redcoats ass with his battalion, he just shot down some young guy but didn't see the bullet coming for him until he felt a sharp pain enter his ribs.

He looked down and saw red.

Hours later, with his dying breath, he saw a white light consume him.

October 2, 1782 - Charles Lee

(Idk how Charles Lee died so I'm making it up)

I smile in pride as my dogs, Sam, Felicia, Mary, James, and George brought me back a deer, everything was fine until they started to bark in warning.

I turn around to see an American Indian, with a spear, it was too late.

The spear was in me, I gasp as I realize that I couldn't pull it out but I needed to. I staggered with my dogs close, to the hospital, forced to hear that they couldn't do anything.

I felt Felicia nudge me, a sad look her eyes before, I felt my final breathe leave, as I saw the bright light, devour me.

February 25, 1796 - Samuel Seabury

(All of these except Eliza, Peggy, Angelica, Washington, and James Madison are going to be murdered)

I'm talking with Benjamin Franklin, I was hoping to persuade him to join Christianity, over dinner.

A nice young girl, brought me deer, some type of red fruit, and a glass of water. Benjamin has a look of panic am I starting to eat the red fruits, I wonder why?

After a few hours, I don't feel so well anymore, Benjamin takes me to the doctor, they tell me my blood isn't healthy enough.

Maybe it was the red fruit? Benjamin confesses that he thinks the girl poisoned me, I don't know why but I start to smile.

"My time has come," I murmur on my possible deathbed, I wonder what would've happened if I never ate it..?

I feel it getting harder to breathe. As life leaves me, I feel I'm getting sucked into a bright light.

December 14, 1799 - George and Martha Washington
(Let's say Martha and George Wash, both died on the same day)

I am lying next to my wife as she quietly coughs, we both have gotten Yellow Fever, I can't imagine how.

I turn my head to my wife, to look at her pretty face one last time, even though it been twenty years, she is still as beautiful as ever.

"Martha...I love you." I wheeze out, only coughing slightly.

I see as she smiles, and whispers, "George, I love you, I'll see you on the other side, honey.." Her eyes slowly become glassy, and unmoving, her skin cold.

I hold her hand tight as I so only see a light that I find myself compelled to go into

November 24, 1801- Philip

I grimly smile as the doctor finally says he can't do anything, my pa rushed up to me.

"Pa, I did exactly as you said, I held my gun up high, even before we got to ten, I was aiming for the sky, I-I was aiming for the sky." I coughed out

"I know, I know, shh." He shushed me, tears forming in his eyes, begging me not to die.

"E-Even before we got to ten, I was aiming for the sky, i-I was aiming for the sky.." I weakly repeated from earlier as he softly cupped my face and shushed me.