Hamilton X Reader: Back to our 17s (SEQUEL)

-Chapter 29: Let's agree to disagree-

Y/N's P.O.V

"Bullsh*t!"

The judges cringed as my statement echoed through the wide justice court. "Who asked them? I demand to talk to them!" I rebelled as I tried to struggle out of my cuffs. The jury seemed to believe my innocence but didn't have the facts to reassure them. Not only that, but they couldn't go out and ask themselves. They had to send the same people who fetched me to ask 1 of the 'victims' who killed them.

They gave me a fair advantage.

They asked Samuel.

Samuel said I had stabbed him in the stomach.

"We can't let you talk to the victims," Lin sighed, scratching his head. "Frankly, all the evidence is pilling up against you, miss L/N. You're wasting our time," Lin said firmly. "Lin, I didn't kill anything ever. You've gotta believe me," I pled but was hushed with a simple wave of Lin's hand. "We've heard enough, we need to attend to critical business,"

I couldn't believe it, I was left in awe. "You're going to the Roam Realm until further notice. If we find no evidence backing up your claims, then you shall not only go to hell, you shall also receive a Greek punishment given by Hades himself," Zeus started. I stood by my statement and closed my open mouth. "If our search team can find evidence backing up your claims, you shall get a formal apology and you'll be let into heaven," Osiris explained further. I nodded. "Dismissed." Lin told me before I was lead out the room by David and Henry.

Okay, the Roam Realm. It didn't sound as threatening as it actually was. The Roam Realm is the place where the deceased go after they die if the judges can't find the boundary between  heaven and hell. But they forgot to tell me something very very important.

As soon as you enter the Roam Realm, you lose all your memories until you get reassigned into hell or heaven.

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"Thomas Jefferson."

"Who?"

"Okay, this one is ready to go."

Without any further notice, I was grabbed by the arm and dragged out of the line of other scared and traumatized people. I didn't know why I was in that line or where I was, but I would find out soon. I was dragged to a grey room with other people inside and given a short explanation of where I was and why I was here. A general explanation. I didn't know why I was here. After they explained us why we were here, they lead us to an empty space with little to no color or entertainment. It was a flat ground that never seemed to end.

I was confused. But it seemed like I was going to have much time on my hands. I sat down and thought back, the furthest back that I could. But all I could remember were the 2 words: "Thomas Jefferson" I thought deep and hard. And when I couldn't come up with anything or even when my brain pled me to stop and take a break, I would think even harder. Day in day out. Time didn't exist here, but I could count even if it didn't.

"L/N, move," I looked up and saw one of the patrol guys. I smirked but kept seated on my usual spot. "What? Where do I have to go?" The guard looked annoyed, he knew damn well that I knew why I had to move. "You have to get in line for food, now get up," He poked his silver spear in my side hard enough to make me move. There was no immortality in this place. If you died, you'd be sent to hell no questions asked. There were some expectations, mostly involved being murdered. That's why we all had to respect the demands of the guards.

My sense of time had disappeared along side my appetite. I didn't want to eat and preferred to silently suffer for a few days. I felt like I had to figure out the name I should have known before i commit to this 'new way of living'. Thomas Jefferson. Who was he?

I got in line for the food I wasn't even going to look at. Scooting a few inches closer every minute. I hated rows, I hated waiting for something I didn't even want. So when it was my turn, I accepted the tray of mediocre prison food and abonded it on the ground. It didn't take long for someone else to grab it. I sat down far away from everyone else, on the ground crossed legged. I was left in deep thought, repeating the name in my head.

Thomas Jefferson.

Who are you?

Then it all came back:

"Yo, do you know why everyone is acting so...Unusual?" I asked as he looked at me. "You mean crazy?" He asked as I chuckled. "Took the words right out of my mouth." I chuckled. 

"Thomas Jefferson came back from France a few weeks ago. He's now coming to NYC." Alexander clarified. "Oh... . . . Who's Thomas Jefferson?" I asked as Alexander looked at be a bit weird.  

"He's this guy from Virginia, he went to France while the war began. He only returned after the war had ended and now he's coming to New York to become the secretary of estate." Alexander briefly explained. He had this tone, a forced smile tone. 

"...You don't like him-"

"I never said that." Alexander interrupted. "You sound like it." I said. "We're here!" Alexander said to break the conversation and rushed inside. "Wait!" But before I could stop him, he was already gone. 

Thomas...Jefferson...

I had to blink a few times. It all seemed to play as a movie in my head. Not only did I remember a huge description of Jefferson, I also remembered someone else. Alexander was it? I knew Thomas. I'm sure I did. I do.

"L/N, what did I say?! Get up!" Suddenly  the same guard from before yelled and kicked me in my stomach so I'd fall over on my back. I coughed, it hurt. "Up!" He repeated, threatening to kick me again. I rolled on my side and slowly rose up. "L/N, you've been misbehaving and disregarding the rules!" He yelled at me as I got up.

"Jefferson, to my office."

I narrowed my eyes, but the guard yelled me back from my daydreaming. "L/N, this is the third time today!"

"Y/N Jefferson, right?"

Wait.

"L/N! Are you listening?!" I shook my head to concentrate and looked back at the guard.

"You don't have to be Jefferson, you can be Lafayette~"

No, wait.

"L/N, I will send you to the problematic centre!"

"You'll never be my Y/N Jefferson ever again, you f*ck up!"

I never..did I?

"L/N?!"

"How's this for specific, Jefferson?"

"L/N!" The guard yelled as I shot my head upward. "That's not my name!" I screamed at him, tears rolling down my cheeks. "It's not L/N, it's Jefferson!" I sobbed, emotionally shocked by the amount of memories flowing back into my brain. The guard widened his eyes before raising his fist and hitting me as hard as he could making me loose balance and fall down.