Kidnapped//Hamilton Story

4- Syringes

Peggy's pov
I let him go.

"JOHN NOO!" I reach and try to grab him but it's too late. He's already fallen too far down.

I start to cry. "John..no no..no I'm so sorry.."

I put my head in my hands and just sob. His life was in my hands and I let it go..I just threw it in the trash like it was shit. I will never forgive myself for that.

I here his yells get more and more faint until he stops. No bang no nothing.

"Peggy! John! Are you guys alright?! We heard yelling!" I hear from what I think is Angelica's voice.

I ignore her and keep crying. "Peggy? Is that you crying?" She keeps trying to get my attention but I refuse. Instead I just crawl back to the room.

"Hey Pegs, what happened?" My sister, Eliza, asks me while rubbing me back.

"And where's John?" Alex asks looking behind me.

Alexander's pov
"And where's John?" I ask looking behind her.

She look at me with tears in her eyes. I furrow my eyebrows and tilt my head to the side a bit referring her to keep talking.

She slowly shook her head and walked behind me. But she stops and turns only her head towards me.

"He fell through a long hole...but I never heard a bang.."

Once I realise what she meant I gasped and put my hands over my mouth.

I might've not known him but first I layed eyes on him I wanted to know him.

"Did anything happen while we were gone?" Peggy asks Aaron.

"No but we found a rope so whatever John fell through we can explore it."

So that's what we did. First we moved the couch closer to us and tied one end of the rope to the leg of the couch. Then we went in tallest to smallest.

"Thomas you first." Angelica says. "The fuck I am. I'm not going first black people always die first in these kinds of movies!"

We all look at him with a blank expression until he gives in.

"Mmmmmmm fine.." he mumbles something while taking the rope and tying it around his waist.

He gets on the dresser and crawls in. We all hold on to the rope waiting for him to drop until we feel a forceful pull.

The rope gets lighter so we pull it back to the room we're in.

We repeat until it's just me left. Once I get to the hole, instead of someone holding me while I drop down slowly, I use my feet to climb down.

I accidentally slip and fall the rest of the way down. I screamed until I hit something not hard, but like a cushion.

I look down and I'm on a bed. I look around and there are a bunch of beds..like a hospital.

Everyone's reading the name tags at each bed until Eliza notices my presence.

"ALEX! Thank god you're finally here, look!"
She points behind me so when I look it's a name tag.

"Alexander J. Hamilton. Born January 11, 1998. (a/n: it's 2020 for me rn btw) Born at Charlestown, Saint Kittis and Nevis. Son of Rachel Faucette Buck and James A. Hamilton." I read.