Trapped in Darkness

9foxgrl

Summary: Alfred has been living with a disability for nearly 200 years since that day. He is trapped in darkness. Trapped by those whom he cared for.

I remember that day very clearly. That hot muggy day, one of the worst in August, it was made even worse by all those mosquitoes flying around.

I was upset that day because I had to fight my brother Matthew, and the man that I had conflicting feelings for. Personally I did not fully support my citizens idea to torch my brother's city, but I could not send him a letter to try and tell him so. He clearly despised me.

I was had been sent back from the Chesapeake Bay when it happened.

An inferno started in the city. My citizens fleeing as the government buildings that we worked so hard to build were burned…Those soldiers. Those redcoats four thousand strong marched through destroying everything.

And I was caught in the middle of it.

The heat from the fire alone was unbearable. But as a Nation I felt an even greater pain. It was like a hot knife stabbing my heart from the inside. I was tearing at my chest as it burned a hole through me.

I screamed.

Oh how I screamed.

I started to cough up large amounts of blood as I began to choke on the foul air.

The last thing I remember seeing…was seeing the two people closest to my heart standing in front of my capital, laughing as it burned to the ground.

That scene, forever etched in my memory.

When I awoke days later there were stiff bandages around my eyes that smelled of blood. They removed them and were joyful that my eyes had healed…but sadly my sight had not returned.

Nor would it ever.

Since that day I have been trapped in this dark world. Slowly forgetting what colors were and how a person's face looked like.

I am trapped in darkness.

My name is Alfred F. Jones

Personification of the United States of America

I have been blind since August 24, 1814.

A/N: Hey everyone! I've decided to do a short fanfic since this idea has been jumping around in my head for quite sometime now.