Yorktown (lams summer camp au)

Chapter 24

(Not that it's important, but I'm obsessed with the picture above. Like... HOW."

JOHN'S POV

"Because you're right." I hear Alex reply confidently. Holy shit... (7:53 am, TUESDAY-)

"Well, if you want little Johnny boy over here to leave unharmed I suggest you come with me." Reynolds replies, a victorious smirk evident on his face. Bitch.

"Let Laurens go, then we'll talk." Alex growls. Damn, he's not happy.

"Oh no, I'm afraid you don't get to call the shots around here almighty King." Reynolds laughs mockingly right in Alex's face. Oh, he's done for. Alex will fight back, I know Alex- he... well he fights back.

"Fine."

WHAT. ALEX WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

I'm screaming internally when I hear the ground crunch as though a weight had landed on it, only to see Reynolds pushed Alex to the floor and is now smirking widely, someone needs to slap some sense into this bitch. Like, I know I've made mistakes but not like this.

I don't attempt to move seeing as he'd probably hurt Alexander, so instead I stay frozen, kneeling on the cold ground.

"Hey, cheater, go. Now. Oh, and you will not speak of this, or there will be severe consequences." He says, glancing back at Alex as he threatens me, meaning that it won't be me getting hurt- but Alexander instead.

I hear Alex huff at the name, it's evidently a touchy subject for him, and I'm not surprised. I stand, dusting off my knees and making a run for the cabins; glancing back at Alexander longingly before sprinting away into the darkness.

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ALEX'S POV

I go to stand,  but Reynolds put his foot on top of my chest to prevent me from moving.

"This is how things are going to work. You eat with us, you will sleep on the floor of our cabin, you walk with us, you talk with us and you have nothing to do with your little group. If you fail to adhere to these simple rules... well... it may not end up so well for you." He punctuates his sentence with a vicious smirk, eyes glaring into my soul. Woah, okay then. Be more chill.

He removes his foot and I attempt to stand, only to fall back down because of the stupid boot on my foot.

"Oh. And lose the boot, you look stupid."

HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO LOSE THE BOOT IF I JUST INJURE MY FOOT MORE WITHOUT IT DUMBASS

Ugh, honestly. Reynolds is so stupid.

I mutely nod my head, despite the whole rant I just had with myself. If I play along I can probably reduce his suspicions, therefore getting out faster. I hope, anyways.

"Get up, bastard. We're going to see the others." He growls, commanding me instead of just asking like a normal person. There was no fucking need to bring my past into this. Wait... how does he even know my past?!

I stand, with difficulty obviously, and follow close behind him, trying to cover my limp as much as I can.

We approach his cabin and open the door, only to see most of the SMFDR there.

Reynolds (obviously)
Charles Lee
Samuel Seabury
Thomas
James M
George King

Thomas! Of course! I mean, he was pretty nice to me the other day, maybe he'll help me out! Reynolds pushes me in, and I almost fall on to the hard wood floor, but I catch my balance just in time. 

"Fresh meat, lads." Reynolds calls and they all start cheering, as if they're some sort of cult or something. Wait... is this a cult?

"Now. Alexander, obviously you know why you're here."  I nod silently, although he didn't really pose it as a question.

"Good."

"Look, I don't want to be here, my friends- they'll come looking for me! I-"

He laughs manically. "Friends? FRIENDS?! Oh Alexander you are too funny. They're not your friends! They just want your power! We can be your real friends. Your true friends."

(~*~ means flashback)

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"Alexander... please, always stay loyal to those who hold you close... a true friend is hard to come by these days" my mother whispers to me hoarsely, both of us lying in a poor excuse for a bed, covered in our own sick, the scent thick.

"But mama, how will I know who my true friend's are?" I ask her, confused as to what she is saying.

"My little lion, when the time comes, you will know who your true friends are... you just will..." she says, before continuing to sing:

"Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf" I repeat the words, following the same tune she had just used.

"Good."

We repeated the tune several times, her voice growing weaker with each number. Eventually, she stopped. I believed that she had simply fallen asleep. Little did I know, those were the last words I would ever hear her speak.

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