(Third book) Philip Hamilton X Reader: The almost truth can beguile

-Chapter 33: Fights-

The fireplace crackled softly as everyone sat around the round table, silently staring at their own hands. The whole house was quiet and peaceful before John loudly threw in some more firewood to keep the old cabin warm. He sat back down and banged his hands down on the table as he did. 

He was clearly upset.

And now that he had sworn never to return to the castle again, the whole crew would have a lot of trouble getting back in and out without him. He was the most experienced soldier in that house. Without him helping them, they could just throw in the towel right then and there and shoot themselves in the face. George knew the castle in and out, but most of the secret tunnels would only let through one person at a time and they didn't have that kind of time.

However, abandoning Philip wasn't an option for Y/N. What are the odds Alexander will find him and bring him back safely? As these thoughts circled Y/N's mind, Jones decided to finally speak for the first time since the castle.

"We did the right thing," He said. "I'm sure we would've been caught if we stayed there," George nodded. "The queen doesn't really appreciate unwanted visitors," He said. "But I need to go back," Y/N told them. 

"So now that we have the monarchy on our heels, AGAIN, you want to go back to the castle and give your head on a silver platter?" John asked, looking at his nails. "John, we know you don't want to help but that won't prevent us from going along," George said. "That's easy for you to say, isn't it?" John spat back.

"Oh, so you think it's easy for me to go back to my own castle which was stolen from me by someone I hold dear?" George asked, raising his voice. He hadn't done that in a while. Jones and John had almost forgotten how his yelling sounded like. 

John huffed and stood up. "I'm going to chop some wood or something," He mumbled before storming out of the room and slamming the door on his way out. George leaned back on his chair as he rubbed his face. 

"I don't get how you still don't hate her," Jones sighed with his arms crossed. "He doesn't?" Y/N asked. "I murdered so many people in front of her and behind her back. I have no room to speak bad of her and find her more terrible than myself," George admitted. 

"That's one way to look at it," Y/N said. 

Meanwhile, back in the castle, Samuel found that Y/N wasn't where he left her. The dungeon was empty. The only thing laying on the ground was some blasted chains. "Huh," He said as he picked them up, observing how they had melted a bit. Right next to them, he found a bullet making him think someone else must've helped her escape because he checked if she had anything on her.

"Well, that's going to be a fun conversation with the queen," He sighed and dropped the chains back on the ground. As he stepped out of the cell and headed up the stairs, the dungeon door opened up in front of him. Samuel took a step back as he saw the person opening up the door. "Oh, hello again," He said as he stared into the unexpecting eyes of Philip.

Philip had decided to go back and check up on Y/N who, little be known to him, had escaped a while ago. He stumbled a bit as if he couldn't decide to enter the dungeon or to slam the door and run. Either one would end up in trouble so he chose the latter and slammed the door on Samuel before yeeting himself in the other direction.

What Philip didn't know is that Samuel was a trained soldier who was trained by Captain Jones for a few weeks on a rocky boat in the middle of nowhere, eating nothing but bread, despair, and cheese as he prepared to face his worst enemy / ex-best friend.

So there was no outrunning Samuel.

Philip figured that out after Samuel jumped on him, making both of them roll over the floor. They crashed into one of the metal knights suits at the side of the hall, making it clatter around threatening to fall over but then only dropping its helmet that took the sword he was holding down with him. Missing Philip's head by an inch, it pierced the wooden floor.

Before Philip could react to his near-death experience, Samuel leaned forward quickly grabbing the thing and attempted to stab Philip right between the eyes. In a panic, Philip quickly tilted his head to the side and used the leverage he had to get Samuel off of him.

He scurried up to hisfeet and backed away as far as he could before Samuel stood up as well. "I don'twant any trouble," Philip said, holding his hands up, slowly backing away. "Ithink you asked for it as you entered the castle," Samuel smiled beforeswinging the sword in Philip's direction. Philip backed away a bit more before noticing that there were more metal suits in the hall. 

Risking it, he ran to one and quickly reached toward the sword as Samuel ran toward him, fully ready to chop off a hand. The sound of metal clashing surprised both Philip and Samuel. Both of them were now putting immense pressure on their sword. Philip had never even held a sword, let alone fought with one.

As the sweat trickled off his forehead, he kicked forward making Samuel back away. Now with a reasonable fighting space, he tightly held onto the sword and flung himself at Samuel. If it hadn't been for the presence of another person in that room, Philip might've had a decent shot at injuring Samuel.

But alas, Eacker hadn't left the castle yet.

With one of the abandoned helmets, Eacker hit Philip on the back of the head, making Philip stumble and eventually fall down to his knees before crashing down fully.

He was completely and utterly defenseless as his unconscious body was carried toward his future demise.