And When Our Children Tell Our Story [On hiatus until I pull my life together]

Chapter 1

Alex's PoV

Stupid clothes. Stupid US for making me wear these clothes so I don't get caught. Stupid Andre making fun of me for trying to keep us safe by wearing these stupid clothes. As you can tell, I'm still pissed that I'm wearing a dress. And heels. And make up. We've only got an hour left on the water until we dock in a port in New York. I made John, Lafayette, and Hercules change only an hour ago because none of them have to wear a dress and spend TWO HOURS putting on make up. So I let them stay as themselves for a while. I turn the boat a few degrees to the east and hear someone walk in. "Hi 'Xander. You doing okay?"

"Hello Johnny boi. I'm doing as good as I can." I reply dully. "These clothes are the worst."

"But at least you look good in 'em." He retorts, wrapping his arms around my waist. I hum softly, adjusting the course a little more. "You look great in them 'Xander."

"Sure. Are you sure I can pass as a woman though? Really?" I ask. He thinks for a moment.

"Make your voice just a little bit higher, and you'll be fine." He says.

"Better?" I force my voice to go a little higher-pitched.

"Perfect." He squeezes me in a hug. I push him off gently.

"You're going to make me mess up and then we're going to crash and be stranded in the middle of the ocean." I scold, keeping my voice higher pitched. Only an hour left.

We dock without a hitch. Nobody looks twice at us, but some men do a small double take when they see me. Judging by the way their eyes roam up and down my body briefly, I can safely say no one suspects me of being me. Which is good. I keep hold of John's hand as a signal to everyone else that I'm already taken. Nope, I'm not dealing with any ugly-ass men trying to hook up with me today. Thank you very much.

(and now a Vine bc RIP Vine)

A guy runs up to us, but ignores me. Instead, he talks to Lafayette. "What makes the perfect woman?" He asks, holding his phone up.

" 'O are asking ze wrong person, I'm gay." Lafayette says. John jumps in.

"What makes the perfect woman you ask? Well, she has to be Caribbean born and US Army raised, five foot one, red hair, violet eyes, strong, independent, bad-ass, and exhibit traits that are normally linked to a sociopath." John says jokingly, tugging me into view. The man laughs and walks away. "And really be an amazing man dressed as a woman to keep us all safe." He whispers, leaning down to give me a quick kiss.

"Love ya Johnny boi." I say. "Now let's go back to the prison and hide and shit and rendezvous or whatever. Notes! Observation! Fun times!" I make sure my voice stays high-pitched as I walk through the crowds of people. I finger the M67 grenade that I'm secretly carrying. They're not big enough or powerful enough to blast through the walls, but they'll cause a nice little distraction while we get to work. It's the bombs I brought on board one night last week that we'll use to blow this joint. Oh, I do believe  forgot to mention there's bombs in the bunker. Oh well, there are. So yeah, this is now really happening. I'm nervous and excited and it's just like when I went off to war. But this is a different battle. I have less men to lose, but they mean more to me. This will be one of the worst battles I've ever fought. My prize is me freedom and my friend's lives. I can't afford to fuck it up.

FUCK I'm sorry this is short. But rn I'm writing this at 11 pm and my brain hurts from slight tiredness, hunger, depression, and the fact I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I promise the chapters will remain the usual 1000+ words, but I've just been feeling more off than normal. Oh, I'm also going to have a GS cookie booth this weekend, so only half the updates then. K I'm leaving now bc my head is legit pounding rn. Bye!