Eliza walked through the mall, desperate to get her shit and get out.
"Excuse me. Pardon me. Sorry." She kept muttering as she pushed through the crowd. She just needed some new headphones from Route 21. Then she could leave. But, Route 21 is all the way in the back.
Crap.
She picked up her pace, shoes hitting the floor and squeaking with each step. When she finally made it to the large store, she sighed with relief. No one was in there except for two cashiers.
"Welcome to Route 21." they greeted in unison. Eliza nodded in response, making a b-line for the headphone shelf.
She picked up a pair of blue headphones and stalked over to the counter. She probably looked insane, a large black trench coat hiding her slim frame, her thin t-shirt showing off a slim stomach, almost so you could see her ribs, from eating little to nothing the past two weeks.
"Ten ninety-nine please."
Eliza forked over a twenty and waited while the girl handed her the change.
"Thank you come again!"
I probably wont, but thanks for the offer.
The twenty year-old straightened the blue tank-top she had on and adjusted her collar before rushing to the exit. When she finally was greeted with the outside world, the rain started pouring harder. The familiar sound of George Washington's voice boomed behind her.
"Hey Eliza, need a lift?" he offered nodding to his old truck. He hadn't upgraded it from it's original state, so it only played tapes.
"Yeah sure." She followed him the few feet over there and got in the passenger side. "Thanks George." she said as she was buckling in.
George smiled and nodded to the tapes. "Mind if I play you something?" and she nodded.
Eliza stared out the window, still trying to process the mystery that was Alexander Hamilton. He killed himself a little over two weeks ago. She felt horrible. Nothing was ever the same after that. Slowly some people started changing. Like John, Lafayette, you know? His friends. It wasn't too unusual, I mean come on! They just lost their best friend!
George stopped the car about fifteen minutes later. "There you are. I'll see you around?"
"Yeah." she murmured. "See you."
The brunette stepped up to her house, a tiny house in the suburbs. On the steps was a package labeled in big black sharpie "Elizabeth Schuyler", the brown bag taped closed with scotch tape. Eliza picked up her package and went inside, closing the door behind her. She set her stuff down on the counter, next to her toaster and grabbed a pair of scissors. With a practiced precision she opened the package and lifted the lid off the shoe box that was contained inside.
Inside the jungle of bubble wrap was seven tapes. On the top left corner of each tape, and each side, was a number, in red sharpie, all the way to thirteen, leaving the last side of seven blank. She carefully took them out and examined them, seeing if any clues were there.
She took the tapes to her office, where a small stereo that, surprisingly, still played tapes, was located. She sat down and put the tape in there. When the little door to the stereo closed, she pressed play...
Hey! So what did you think? This was just the prologue chapter. Things will get better next chapter! If you didn't know, this is a follow up of my old story, Cold Champagne, so it has a little more background on a few of the characters that make their stories make more sense.
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