~Alex~
I wake up on my bed with the worst headache ever. I sit up on the edge of the bed with my hands on my face.
Well, until I felt something stuck to me.
It turned out to be a note with someone's number on it. I'm only half awake when I read it. What the heck happened last night?
While recalling my memories I suddenly feel sick. I sprint to the bathroom, tripping over a pistol that was lying on the floor.
After purging my guts, I sit next to the toilet and take out my personal phone. I glance at the note.
I dont see what harm can come from it. Still tired and dazed I call the number.
"Hello?" I say.
"Oh hey, you actually called" they say.
"Wha- who is this?"
Dont you remember? Its me John!
"John...Adams? Fuck you! You've insulted me enough-"
Not john Adams...
"Trumball? Hey you painted a nice picture of us but i think we're good-"
No, it's John laurens
"John Laurens? Why does that sound familiar..." I trail off.
Geez, you must've been really drunk to not remember. We met at the bar last night. I gave you a ride home because you could barely walk
"Ohh... Wait, I woke up in bed...did we?"
What?! No definitely not!
"Ok? Well why'd you give me your number"
He started talking but i got distracted by a noise. My work phone buzzed with a new message.
Unknown: is john dead yet?
Oh shi- I was supposed to kill John! Wait, what if he saw the gun? I begin to stand when I practically slammed my head on the sink and fell down again.
"Fuck..." I mutter.
Are you ok? I heard a noise
"Yeah im fine... Ugh...Hey by any chance did you see anything in my pocket when you dropped me off?"
I thought it was just your phone or something
"Hey uhh...can we meet at the coffee shop on 181st?
Sure
I hang up. Now i have to try again at killing Laurens. I don't even bother changing clothes. I just put my phones in my back pockets and my gun in my side pocket; covering it with my shirt.
Ok Alex, dont screw this up again. Hes just another target like the others.
I quickly sprint to the coffee shop while ignoring my headache. I see Laurens waving at me at a table inside. I join him, keeping my hand in my pocket with the gun.
"Nice seeing you again" he says with a smile.
"Yeah you too..." I mumble. I'm still tired and my headache is killing me!
"You seem...different. Did you get enough sleep?"
"I mean, i was drunk so who knows."
"Then whats wrong?"
"Why do you care?" I growl.
"I just care, is there something wrong with that?" He seemed legitimately hurt and I felt guilty.
"S-sorry. Its just uhh work" i say while slowly taking my gun out under the table.
"Really? What job do you have? I havent seen you around any of the colleges"
"Thats because I don't go to college. And my job is classified."
"Come on, it cant be that bad. Where do you work? McDonald's?"
"No I just can't tell you"
"Fine. Well you haven't told me your name"
"Alexander Hamilton"
"That's nice-"
My work phone starts ringing which catches me off guard, making me almost drop the gun. I shove it in my pocket and take out my phone.
Crap, its Washington
"I should take this..." I stand up and go to the bathroom.
I answer the phone and im met with a slightly annoyed voice.
"Sir! What seems to be the problem?"
Apparently theres been a report of you not doing your job
I hear the bathroom door open behind me but ignore it.
"Sir, i dont know what you've heard but whatever it is, jefferson started it"
Well... Someone said they hired you but your target isnt dead. Is this true?
"T-there may have been a change of plans..."
Son...
"Dont call me son-"
That's beside the point...son... If you fail to kill them or you're protecting them-
"Yeah, I know, I'll be fired. Literally. You werent exactly subtle with that warning during training"
Just dont screw up
"Yeah, Yeah, i got the point, dad"
What was that? Please repeat that, youre on speaker
"Fuck you!" I yell before hanging up. He knows im joking with that last comment but now hes never going to stop calling me son!
Welp, goodbye john
I sigh before walking towards the door.
~"Showtime"~
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Hit or Miss || lams
Ficção Geral*cover art not mine* *swearing Hello My name is Alexander Hamilton and I'm a hitman. Someone who kills for money. And honestly I love the job! You tell me who you want dead, I'll kill them. You pay me afterwards. Simple as that. Of course you gotta...
