Rebel Au continued

Chapter 6-Burr

So I have recently started reading the actual biography on Hamilton that the musical was based off of. The thing is... the scene where burr shoots Hamilton is a little bit... different, than in the musical. And if you ask me better. But there will be a part of the story that mentions it, and I have chose to go by the historical duel scene, not the one in the play. Also some traits I right into the characters will probably come from the book so if you have any comments or questions plz feel free to ask, also it's a really good read and I highly recommend it. Hope you enjoy the chapter and thank you.

Also sorry it's so long,BUT ITS REALLY GOOD

Tell him. Don't tell him.
It was my fault.
He let me live.
I shouldn't mess with it.
But I know it's the right thing to do, you owe him your life.
But what good is it if you waste it in a club, you don't even drink or dance, you just talk to yourself.
It's true, I come here every night and never do anything. I just talk to myself. This place haunts me, yet I'm drawn to it, what my would daughter think if she could see me now. Probably nothing good. I go to the bar to get a water. I don't drink, I have done enough of that for two life times after I- , I can't finish the thought. Maybe I'm drawn here because it was built on top of the ground where it happened.
I act so different when I notice Hamilton and his gang are around but after that I'm like this. Why was I cursed with this knowledge. I know who they are and what they where, but I can't tell them. They would think I was insane. And the man up stairs would take me from this world if I did.
I was cursed to remember my past life. None of them do though. I know what they all where, Alex, Jefferson, Eliza, Angelica, I even noticed Washington. But none of them remember. I do though, for some reason. He gave them all a second chance, the man up stairs, because they where first born into a world where none of them could have what they wanted , now they have their wishes granted : gay rights , woman rights, a proper military to be a spy in.
Was I put here with my memories to make sure they make the best of this life because they couldn't in the past? Maybe that's it. I was here to make sure they didn't get the short end of the stick like they did in there last life.
If so, things have been going good. Angelica is a lawyer and fights strongly for the her squad and woman. Peggy and Eliza are happily gay and in college. Lafayette and Mulligan seem a little... too happy, but that's good regardless. Washington still doing his service, but gets a break from the big stuff, which is what he wanted, except he didn't get long to do it the first time because he died two years after his country let him stop serving. Jefferson seems happy, but he hasn't changed much. All that's left Is John and...Alex.
I have so many regrets with you Alex, you shot to the side. And I froze. You meant to miss, you planned to miss, and after the smoke cleared I looked you in the eyes, and your eyes said that you would never shoot me, and I still shot you.
I put my face into my hands.
And why did I do it? Because I was dealing with debt, because I hated the world. I shot you with such anger but none, not a bit of it was towards you. I dueled you because I thought I was mad at you, but I was mad at the world. I realized that too late. Only two seconds too late. And in those two seconds I shot you.
      I act like Alex can here my thoughts, but he can't.  And I say 'you' but what I mean is him,Alex.
When Alex dies, he's going to remember both of his life's, they all will. So what's going to happen to John? I'm done with these thoughts
I pay for my water and walk out. The night is cold and winter is not far away. I put my jacket on. There is nothing left for me there. I'm about to forget about it and think of how I am going to enjoy the rest of my night at home, when I notice someone is following me, I turn and look at them, they can't be more than five feet. Being that small, I'm not worried they can do me any harm, so I'm not scared to ask them who they are.
" who are you?" I ask
They remove there hood and I see that 'they' is a 'he'. "Your Arron burr, right?" High pitched for a guy. But who is he and why does he know my name.
"Yeah, why?" I look him up and down. And he just looks at me back. He knows I'm sizing him up so he waits for me to finish before he answers. Smart boy.
" could we have a seat, there is something I would like to discuss with you." He speaks to me in the same way one would to a business client. But I agree and we sit on a bench in the middle of New York City.
"Burr, is it fine if I call you that" I nod and admire his manners." I know you see most things that happen in this city. I also know you have some, how should I put it, memories" the way he says it makes me want to run. Does he know who I was? But I bigger part of me wants answers. So despite my fear I stay and listen." I also know you have recently asked to join George and his gang."
     I remember where my thoughts started today, with wether or not I should tell Alex that king George is trying to kill him. I know I should, I owe him my life. But I also know I shouldn't give out information I shouldn't even have. And so I nod and listen to see where this is going.
     "My name is Ali and I know this gang is trying to kill Alexander, I know you know him, I am trying to get him not killed and make sure John, who I also know you know, get what he earned in his second life."
      Before he can continue I decide to speak " how do you know all this, and how do I know I can trust you. When people start talking about gangs, they normally mean trouble, and what do you know about Alex and John." My words show my offense when I get to the part about Alex, I will never stop regretting it.
     I look at him and he is un-phased by my words. It unsettles me a little bit and he continues " king George is not supposed to be here, damn satin is the one who brought him back, so I need you to help me make sure Alex doesn't end up dead in a parking garage. So are you in?" He looks at me intently. And I don't think he is human. To know this stuff, he can't be, I think I'm talking to an angel.
     "Yes, I don't want it to ever happen again" I say it with meaning in every word and he nods in return.
      "Good, I need a spy, someone who can tell me what his next move will be, and he wants you for his gang, so I would like to ask you, would you be able to spy on king George for me?" He says it so casual but he's asking me to join a gang. How can someone be so casual about something like this.
     "I want to help Alex but WHat the HEll makes you think I would just get up and join a gang?" I don't hide the fact that this upsets me.
     "I had a feeling you would say that so I offer you this: if you get your information this way, you won't  get in trouble with the man up stairs if you decide to say...share this information, due to the fact of where it came from. And also, you owe Alex your life." What he says is true.i look at him and see that he is done.
      Then he gets up and looks at me and I feel the chill in the air again. He may be five foot, but now I see the power in this guys arms. If he was human, I would think him a farmer."This is for you, think about it, and call me" he hands me a piece of paper with a number and walks off but before he goes I run up to him and ask him " I thought mostly woman where angels." It's a stupid question but I'm still in some shock from this turn of events so I don't think on it.
     He laughs and looks at me with humor in his eyes " do I really look that much like a man?" And I can't help but let my jaw drop in realization that 'he' is a 'she'. I am about the apologies but then she continues. "Do you see this scar?" She traces a scar on her cheek that I hadn't noticed before and I realized what it is, it's from a bayonet, I have seen hundreds of them during the revolution. "I am no angel, but I'm not human Burr"
      "Who where you?" I identified all the others in this second life so quickly, why hadn't I noticed her before, and how did a she get the scar.
      "Burr, your thinking this scar means I too was reborn, but where you reborn with any old scares?" She doesn't let me answer, but no, I don't even have the same color skin " don't ask who am I, ask who was I, and I'll give you a hint: I acted a boy, part of the revolution, even though I wasn't one. No one knew what I was. I was a revolutionary Mulan. But of course historians, and no one else every knew. Now good night burr" and she leaves.
     I am left with such a big choice.