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TW: Implied cannibalism, rotting corpses
Alexander stared in horror as he looked in the cell, Lafayette had speculated that the general was acting weird, but he had believed him too late. Both Lafayette and Mulligan's body smelled horrible as it rotted, you could even see their ribs and bones from starvation. The chains on them looked big compared to their paper-thin body. A whole arm is missing from Mulligan's body; Mulligan was always the self-sacrificing type for his friends. A laugh was heard behind him; it was General Washington. His laugh always sent a chill up Alexander's spine, he hated it.
"About time you finally realized. Poor Lafayette, having to witness Laurens' murder. Shame he told Mulligan too. He could've prevented his fate, along with himself."
Alexander hates the way he talked about his friend's death so casually, he wanted to scream, yell, or even punch him. But he was frozen, and his stubborn legs wouldn't move a muscle. Washington must've realized this and smirked. That damn smirk. He wants to slap it out of his face. Before he could even think about how much he wants to punch him, Washington lunged towards him and--
"Alexander?"
"Hey! Alexander! WAKE UP!"
Alexander snapped to attention, he saw Aaron Burr Infront of him, looking annoyed but mildly concerned. He sighed and looked at Alexander up and down, noting his tired stance and expression.
"You're not sleeping again, huh?"
"..no. Not really."
Alexander admitted quietly, he must admit all the paperwork has been pretty tough, but of course he can finish them all, he's Alexander Hamilton.
"Is it the same nightmare again? You were twitching."
He paused, he had forgotten he had dreamt about this before. He did see Mulligan and Lafayette rot in the very cell redcoats rotted in too. It was forever burned into his mind. He insisted that it was real, everyone he told just looked at him weirdly and told him not to believe it. After all, Lafayette and Mulligan died in battle. Right?
"...yes, but I told you it was real, and General-"
"This again? We all know that General Washington is innocent in all this. Lafayette and Mulligan died in battle."
Right. Burr didn't believe him too. Of course he didn't. Why would he? He was about to talk again about how he did see Lafayette and Mulligan rot in a cell before getting interrupted by-
"Gentlemen, everything alright?"
Speak of the devil.
Burr and Alexander both stood up straight, recognizing Washington as a superior figure. Though, Alexander thought he was more than that. A demon. A monster. A sadistic psychopath who likes seeing people at their worst.
"Yes, sir, everything's alright. Hamilton fell asleep again."
Damn Burr. If only he knew the truth. He looks so carefree and relaxed and look at Alexander. Messy, paranoid, not as organized as before. Pathetic little thing. Washington looked at Alexander, also noting Alexanders tired expression, except no worry or even a hint of concern was present on Washingtons face. All, except a slight hint of amusement.
"Fell asleep again? Alexander, you know better than this. You need to be alert at all times, this is war, not a bedroom."
"Yes, sir."
Alexander muttered, Burr seems pleased while the demon looked way too amused for his own good.
"Good man, you'll need your strength for tomorrow."
Washington said before he gestured for Burr to follow, and he did without question. Alexander watched them go, away from the warmth of the campfire. Thinking about what he said, strength for tomorrow? Theres nothing they're doing tomorrow, unless-
No.
Not Burr too.
Even though Burr can be a bit annoying and a killjoy at times, he is a good friend. Washington just loved seeing him suffer, huh? He needed to warn him somehow. He definitely won't believe him, he didn't believe the truth. No one did. And it's driving him crazy.
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Alexander sat at his desk in his tent, he stared at his mountains of paperwork, none of them touched. He should be at least halfway done by now; he couldn't even pick up the quill. He sighed as he looked at the texts on the paper, inventory, reports of British territory, all that stuff. He sighed, deciding to just give up for now, he isn't going to get anything done by just staring at the words. But even with all the stress of war and mountains of paperwork, he can't help the nagging feeling of Washington and Burr. How Washington had this gleam in his eyes, and how Burr was suddenly livelier with or around Washington. He can't let Burr fall victim like Laurens and the others. He WILL find a way to save Burr.
At least, he hopes.