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

-Chapter 42: Mindlessly-

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"Is he always this careless?" Arahz asked as he waited up for George and Alexander to catch up. "Yes," Alexander huffed once he was close enough. "Well, let's quickly get to him and-" "OUTTA MY WAY!" Philip screamed as he slid through the hall and zoomed past the group. "What the-" "GET BACK HERE, YOU TWAT!" Y/N screamed, swinging her sword through the air as she sprinted toward the rest. 

"Something tells me that we should probably run away," George noted. "Yeah... No. I think so too," Alexander agreed before running after Philip. George turned around as well but saw that Arahz wasn't moving at all. "We can say 'hello' later. Let's get out of here!" George said, grabbing Arahz's shoulder. "I'll slow her down, you guys go," Arahz said. 

"Are you mad?! You don't even have a weapon-"

"MOVE, SKINNY!" Y/N sneered as she pushed Arahz into George and continued her chase. They both tumbled and fell onto the ground with a loud thud. George grunted as he had used his shoulder to cushion his fall. "That didn't feel good at all," He grumbled. 

"What'd you just cALL ME, YOU LIL' PUNK?!" Arahz yelled as he rubbed his head and furiously chased after Y/N. "Oh, no," George said as he saw both of his kids run away. "That isn't good," He huffed as he leaned against the nearby wall to get up. "I wonder what happened in there," He mumbled before slowly walking toward the office. 

Meanwhile, Philip was scared sh*tless and running toward the hallway with the knight armor suits so he could grab a sword and at least defend himself. However, the castle was so big and so confusingly built that he couldn't situate himself. And as if that wasn't enough pressure for him, the footsteps behind him grew increasingly louder. 

He took a sharp right and was running right toward an open door. He stepped inside and almost fell off the unexpected stairs. Noticing these were the stairs to the kitchen, he quickly headed down to blend in with the crowd.

A few feet behind him was a breathless Alexander who Y/N had immediately passed. She saw him take the turn and then heard him stumble down the stairs. When she followed him, she ended up in the overcrowded kitchen. The kitchen staff was cooking dinner and it was a big one. Samuel had asked them to make a large selection of meals that particular night.

Y/N stood at the entrance and scanned for Philip. The kitchen staff didn't notice her creeping through the halls when she couldn't spot Philip from the stairs. A sudden glimpse of the right was enough to see a pluck of curly brown hair disappear underneath a table. Her eyes widened as she pushed her way to the table.

She kicked the table and it tumbled over revealing a petrified Philip. "Hi," he sheepishly smiled before dodging a strike of her sword. He stared into his reflection in the sword as it passed by and noticed how his eyes showed exactly how terrified he really was. 

Philip quickly grabbed the knocked-over table and shielded himself from another strike. It took three strikes of the sword for the fragile, wooden table to split in two. With nothing as defense, Philip grabbed the nearest iron ladle and blocked Y/N's next strike. He pushed her aside and jumped on one of the countertops to get a height advantage. 

The iron ladle surprising held up quite well against the sword. But as Y/N started pushing Philip further and further down the countertop, he eventually stumbled over a stove where one of the cooks was boiling some water. The metal kettle on the hot surface tilted and spilled over Philip's feet and splashed onto Y/N's stomach and legs. 

Philip winced in pain as some of the boiling water seeped into his shoes. Y/N, on the other hand, who had gotten it all over herself, didn't bat an eye. Caught off guard, she managed to cut Philip's arm, creating a big open wound. He stumbled back and avoided falling on the stove by an inch. He fell over the food preparations of the other cooks before getting up as quickly as he could. The cooks collectively got angry at Philip but when Y/N jumped on the countertop as well, they backed down as she dragged the sword along the surface. 

She kicked the food off the table and when she approached Philip, she sneered: "Quit moving around. I'm tired of chasing you," and jabbed the sword toward him. "I'm tired of you trying to kill me," Philip hissed back before kicking the sword out of her hands. The sword flew through the air and landed out hand's reach. 

As Y/N looked at her sword fly through the air, Philip pulled Y/N's leg with his foot making her tumble onto the floor. He quickly got off the countertop, got on top of her, and slammed both of her wrists down. She started kicking and yelling at him, screaming and demanding for him to let her go. "I'll kill you! I swear I'll kill you!" She barked, squirming around. 

"Okay, you told me that earlier," Philip groaned as he tightened his grip around her wrists. As he looked at her, he noticed something that wasn't quite right. Her screaming fizzed out as Philip widened his eyes. The color of her eyes had changed. They were plum purple. That ain't right. He thought as the yelling tuned back in. 

Meanwhile, back at the office, George had kicked open the door to find it relatively empty. This used to be his office. All of the decorations were torn off the wall, all of the documents that used to be there had disappeared and were nowhere in sight. It was very depressing. 

As he walked in, he noticed the sudden body laying on the ground. As he came closer, he recognized the victim. "Y/N," He gasped as he slid down on his knees and approached her. She was laying in a puddle of her own blood. Shaking uncontrollably, he grabbed her bloody wrist and put it against his ear. As he tried to search for any sound, anything that indicated that she wasn't really gone, he heard a grunt. 

With much effort, Y/N cracked her eyes open and looked right at George's baby blue eyes. "Somehow I knew you never really died," She coughed. "Where did you get cut?" George asked, gripping onto her hand. "..." She remained silent, staring into his eyes. "Tell me where you're wounded," George said a bit louder. "Look, we both know the wound is fatal-" "Y/N!" George yelled. "Where?!" 

"... Samuel struck me across the chest after he stabbed me in the leg," She explained slowly. "We don't have much time, can we talk about something else?" She asked. "I can get some help! We'll get you some help and-" George reassured as he stood up. Y/N quickly grabbed his sleeve and pulled as much as she could. "Please don't leave me alone," She said as tears started to prick in her eyes.

He glanced at the door then looked back at her and sighed in defeat. "Y/N, I missed you so much," George said as he sat down, rubbing circles on her hand. "I missed you too," she smiled. "Every night I wonder what if it didn't end like it did. Would we be happy?" She asked. "I hope you can forgive me," 

George softly held Y/N's cheek. "Let's be honest. I started it," he said. "We're both at fault," he whispered with a weak smile. "He looks like you. Arahz that is," Y/N said. "Y/N looks like you," George chuckled as a tear swiftly passed his cheek. His smile slowly turned sour as he pressed his forehead against her's. "Please don't leave me," He begged. 

"I won't. Y/N and Arahz will always be there and when push comes to shove, we'll see each other again," She reassured. "If you love them and you'll immortalize a piece of our love. And that's all I could ever ask for," 

"I love you," George whimpered. "I love-" A sudden breath hit George as Y/N closed her eyes.