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

-Chapter 43: History can repeat-

"Alexander, have you seen Y/N?" Arahz asked as he saw Alexander hunched over in the hall, out of breath. "She... Chased after Philip. Took a turn and headed in there," Alexander said as he pointed at the door. "The kitchen," Arahz mumbled as he patted Alexander on the back. "Maybe you should join John and Jones in the dungeon and while you're at it... Try not to die," He awkwardly said before hurrying down the hall.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he noticed the total chaos. Some of the kitchen staff were huddled up around something. Arahz pushed through the crowd and saw that a sword laid on the ground. He got down and yanked it away. The cooks and servants turned around to see who had just grabbed the weapon and saw that it was their prince. They quickly scattered around in hopes of not getting caught slacking. 

Arahz inspected the weapon and saw that it was the decorative sword in his father's office. But it had been sharpened and it didn't feel like a decorative sword anymore. It almost felt... as if it had been messed with. 

"-kill you!" 

"Okay, you told me that earlier,"

Recognizing both of the voices, Arahz tightly held onto the weapon and started following the sound. As he walked the small ways through the tables and kitchen equipment, he suddenly stepped into a puddle of water. As he checked to see what he stepped in, he noticed the two figures on the floor ahead of him. He hurried toward them and almost slipped as he did. 

"Everything okay, down there?" He asked as he got close enough. Philip turned his head toward him. "Arahz! Help me!" He pled. Arahz hopped over the two, grabbed Y/N by her arms, and pulled her up. She didn't stop screaming, on the contrary, she started screaming harder. Philip got up and grabbed one of her arms. "Let's get out of here," He told Arahz. "To the dungeon!" Arahz said as he pointed ahead. 

"There they are!"

Philip and Arahz turned around to see Samuel standing at the top of the stairs with a group of guards behind him. "They murdered the queen in cold blood!" Samuel yelled as the whole kitchen staff turned their heads toward the trio. "The girl is insane! They're trying to cover for her!" He sneered. 

Cold sweat ran down everyone's back. Arahz was left speechless as he slowly let go of Y/N's arm. All he could do was stare at Samuel. Philip didn't get the luxury to think of what Samuel had just said as Y/N started to scratch him. She didn't seem to be affected by the news of her biological mother dying. "You are not Y/N," Philip whispered to himself as he grabbed both of her hands, threw him over his shoulder, grabbed Arahz's arm, and booked it toward the exit. 

"Don't let them get away, you morons! I want them brought to me dead or alive!" Samuel barked as the guards stormed into the kitchen. Philip took the door to the dining hall and bolted up the stairs with Arahz stumbling behind him and Y/N repeatedly kicking him in the chest. "Arahz, I know this must be hard for you. But would you mind running for me?" Philip asked before getting kicked in the chest again.

"... He was lying. Right?" Arahz asked. "Of course he was! He's Samuel," Philip answered. "Yeah... Yeah, I guess you're right," Arahz whispered as he picked up the pace. 

"I prepared a quick escape from the roof. I tied a zipline from one of the towers to one of the trees over the castle walls. You'll land safely and you'll get a head start to head to the docs," Arahz explained quickly. "Damn, you're thinking ahead," Philip smiled. "I'll go to the dungeon and tell the rest to quickly exit via George's secret tunnel," Arahz said.

(Okay but, hear me out. This had nothing to do with the story BUT. When I typed out "secret tunnel", the song from Avatar The Last Airbender popped into my head and now it's stuck in my head. *le sigh* I've been watching too much Avatar. Okay, onto the story!)

There was an open window with a ladder hanging for the outside. "Be safe," Arahz said as Philip tightly gripped onto Y/N. "Will we see each other again?" Arahz quickly asked as Philip set one foot outside. He paused for a second. Everything had been going so fast and that was a question he really didn't want to know the answer to. "Well, I'm holding your sister. So as long as I stick with her, I'll see you again," Philip said.

"Well, I'll come to visit you guys next time," Arahz smiled. "Yeah, that'd be nice," Philip smiled back before getting kicked in the face by Y/N's foot. "Good luck with that," Arahz said before running off to the dungeon. 

Philip tightly grabbed onto Y/N's ankles and began carefully climbing out the window. That wasn't the scariest part. The scariest part was letting go of her and hoping she wouldn't tumble off his shoulders and fall down. 

They were halfway when Y/N suddenly kicked Philip again, making her slip around. Philip quickly grabbed the ladder with one hand and pulled her back with the other. "Can you please stop doing that?!" He yelled out in frustration. He got no answer from her which made him sigh before continuing the climb upwards. 

As he approached the roof, he saw the zipline Arahz had made for them. It looked very sturdy and it did go over the castle walls and lead them into the woods. "It's almost too perfect," He mumbled as he looked at the construction. There was a metal bow laying on the ground right under the line. Probably laid it there for us to get across. Philip thought as he picked it up. 

Suddenly Y/N fell limp. "Y/N?" Philip asked as he let her go and set her on her feet. She immediately fell to her knees. Philip got down as well as she was about to hit her head on the ground. "Y/N?!" He asked a bit firmer as he held her.

"It seems as if," 

Cold sweat ran down Philip's back as he heard that. 

"Every big tragedy happens on this roof," 

Slowly, Philip stood up, leaving Y/N on the ground, turned around as he hid the metal bow behind his back. "A few years ago, if I recall correctly, the queen was here. Ready to push George and Jones off the roof," Samuel said as he put his hand to his chin. "She didn't do it of course but somehow they still fell off," Samuel shrugged. "What a mystery," He said as he looked straight at Philip. "Do be careful. History could repeat," He pouted at him.

"I'm not surprised that Y/N didn't manage to kill you. She never could kill someone she loved," Samuel said approaching Philip who took a few steps back. "Not in this timeline, not in the previous one and not in the next one," He said. "Who are you?!" Philip yelled. "Because I know you're not Samuel!" 

"Clever. Really clever. I am not, you're right," Samuel said as he stopped approaching him. "I am someone who you've never met but I've met you so many times," He said. "I've stabbed you, I've healed you, I've trapped you, and I've saved you. Depending on what timeline of course," 

"I don't understand," Philip carefully said. "Of course you don't," Samuel groaned. "I'm not Samuel. I'm an entity. A cursed soul. And it's all because of Y/N. In one timeline, she ruined everything I had worked so hard for. I just wanted to help her and she screwed me over. Ever since that moment, I've decided that she doesn't deserve happiness. Not her, not her alternate versions, not her friends, not her family. They all deserve the worst of the worst," 

On the other side of the roof, Y/N slowly opened her eyes. She groaned a bit and tilted her head off the floor. "What... Where am I?" She mumbled to herself. A sudden tingling pain crept up her leg and swirled around her stomach. The pain. It felt like someone was holding a hot iron against her stomach. "When did I burn myself?" She mumbled through gritted teeth. 

"Now," Samuel said catching the attention of Y/N, who was about to faint from the pain. She saw him grab someone by the collar. She looked up with much effort and saw it was Philip. He had grabbed his collar and shoved him toward the edge of the roof. "I'll see you in hell. Greet the queen for me, won't you," He sneered as he glared at Philip he was holding onto Samuel's hand. 

"Bye bye~"

Y/N helplessly reached out her hand, widening her eyes as Samuel slowly loosened his grip. She couldn't even hear her own screams over the ringing in her ears. Just as she was about to attempt to get up, someone beat her to it.

They shoved Samuel aside and grabbed Philip's arm. They pulled him back on the roof and looked at an unamused Samuel. 

"Okay, George, last straw has been taken,"