Why Have I Done This??? (Lams Oneshots)

Sharpshooter

A/N - sharpshoot ME please

John's POV

   Ok...I'm not exactly a murder. The law calls it paid vigilantism but more accurately...I'm a hitman. You give me a name and pay half up front and the other half after the kill. It's not exactly ideal but it pays well. I have a one hundred percent success rate and I'm good at what I do. I only kill bad people. I have the right to decline a kill if I think it's not justified. I just got back from a meet, I'm supposed to kill Charles Lee. I don't have a problem with it, he's an asshole. He drugs and rapes people for fun. I rounded the corner and found a small man leaning against my door. I slipped my hand into my jacket and prepared to pull my gun out of its holster. As I drew closer I got a full view of him and my god he was gorgeous. He wore his curly red hair in a messy bun and freckles splashed onto his tan skin. He wore huge round rim glasses on his slender nose and they shrouded his stunning violet eyes. He was a head shorter than me and not exactly in shape but definitely not out.
   "Are you John Laurens?"
   "Who wants to know?"
   "Alexander Hamilton. I've got a job for you. I need you to-" I pushed a hand against his mouth and glanced around.
   "Keep your voice down! Not out here." I unlocked my door and sat him on the couch.
   "I'm prepared the pay you a thousand. I have five hundred now and you can get the rest later."
   "I need a name, dude."
   "A name? Oh!"
   "Who do you want me to kill and there's gotta be a good reason."
   "Myself."

Alexander's POV

   John stared at me for a moment before unholstering his gun and setting it down. He pulled his jacket off and the arm holsters and set them on the kitchen counter too.
   "You want me to kill you?" I nodded. "Why?"
   "Because I don't deserve to live."
   "Why?" John's tone seemed softer than it was before I mention myself.
   "It's complicated."
   "I know complicated."
   "It's a long story."
   "I have time." John sat next to me and I sniffed. I explained everything him and he listened intently. I pulled my glasses off and wiped my eyes. John handed me a tissue and I thanked him, dabbing my eyes. "I'm sorry."
   "Please...just end my life?" John sighed and picked up his gun. I stared at him and waited for him to fire. Instead he took out the magazine and tossed it on the coffee table, along with the rest of the gun.
   "No."
   "What! Why? I'm paying you!"
   "I have the right to decline any kill."
   "But I deserve it!"
   "No, you don't." John hummed, he pulled me off the couch and towed me into his bedroom. "You're staying the night with me and were talking more about this in the morning."
   "But-"
   "No fighting. Here." He handed me clothes and grabbed a towel. "I'm taking a shower don't do anything stupid." He stepped into the bathroom and I sighed. I redressed and tapped my foot. I poked my head out into the sitting room and spotted the magazine and gun sitting on the coffee table. I tip-toed out and quickly loaded the magazine. I cocked it and slowly pressed it to my temple, taking a deep breath. "ALEXANDER!" John grabbed my wrist and twisted a little so I'd let go and pushed me into the couch. He quickly pulled the magazine out and put on top of the fridge so I couldn't reach it. "I'm sorry for being rough. Did I hurt you?"
   "No." I mumbled, John picked me up bridal style and I held on for dear life. He laid me down in the bed and clicked off the lights.
   "Get some sleep. I'm right here if you need me." He sat at his desk and I tried to sleep but I had too many questions.
   "What are you doing?"
   "Research."
   "What kind?"
   "The hitman kind."
   "Why?"
   "Because it's my job."
   "Why?"
   "Alex! Please! Gets some sleep!" I closed my mouth and turned over. "I'm sorry for being harsh." John sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. "My dad was always super strict and abusive so when I turned eighteen he started to train me. I didn't understand until my mom sat me down and told me the real reason she won't leave him. He turned me into this well oiled killing machine and I wish I could go back but I can't. Not with what I've done and what I've seen. I barely have friends and I felt lost. I see myself in you. That's why I won't do it. I'd regret it too much. You have a chance, Alex. You can get better." John brushes my hair back and I sniffed.
   "Ok." I whispered, John got up and I sat up. "Will you stay with me? I don't wanna be alone." I mumbled, John smiled and took my hand. He sat at his desk and sat me in his lap, continuing his research. "What are you researching?"
   "Are you sure you want to know?" I nodded and John sighed. "A bad man by the name of Charles Lee."
   "I know him. He rapes people. He's an asshole." John nodded and I curled up in his lap. "Are you going to kill him?"
   "Yes."
   "Ok." I closed my eyes and thought for a moment. "Why are you so nice to me?"
   "You don't deserve to die. You haven't done anything to warrant death." John replies as he picked me up again and laid me in the bed. He laid next to me and I nuzzled into his chest. "Goodnight, Alex."
   "Goodnight, John." I yawned and dismissed the kiss John placed on the top of my head. I was too exhausted to care.