As the blood continued to drip down his face, John accepted his fate. Maybe he'd truly fade away now like a smudge on a canvas.
Insignificant and unimportant, a burden, something that is frowned upon. A simple messup. Huffing a deep breath, John did his best to avoid the aching pain in his heart but it was unbearable.
He couldn't stand being so helpless, he hated it. Helplessness was the one thing he despised the most. The soldier was always told as a kid, "Never be helpless, it shows weakness and when a Laurens shows weakness, they aren't true"
Clenching his fists weakly, he felt his hands shake with any little feeble movement. He truly was a mess. As John began to close his eyes, he felt a very sudden rush of air form around him.
It was almost as if he was on an abandoned beach, all by himself as the sea-breeze curled his hair into the air.
Opening his eyes suddenly, John felt the skin under and above his cut and bleeding eye begin to sink in. This couldn't be alright, he was supposed to fade away, like in the books, what was happening?!
Closing his eyes to the same old darkness, John tried to envision what was going on with his one, painfully swollen eye. His freckled skin felt like when you dragged a stick into the grainy sand, vulnerable and moving.
When the movement finally stopped, John lifed his hand with great hesitance as he placed his fingers onto the new remarked mark on his eye. If only he could see the color of it, he just hoped it wasn't a too vibrant color.
Snapping his eyes closed to finally rest, he felt the blood flow stop. All that showed evidence of the event ever happening was the dried blood that stained his face and clothes. Getting enough courage to finally stand up, John forced his aching body to pull itself up and get away from this mess.
The once red liquid that stained the grass below him began to shrivel up and create new, celestial plants. Some black and darkening whilst some were a glorious, heavenly white color. Scoffing, John began his walk to a new place, a new hope.
Sighing, John walked until it felt like there was no tommorrow.
Oddly, it was just quiet, no noises of screams, no gunfire, no breezes running through flags waving in the air, just plain quietness. Maybe there were some others around he could try to chat to? Maybe even talk to--man would that be nice.
At least he would have a friend here, who
knows, maybe Lafayette would meet him somewhere and maybe even Hercules! Feeling a tall grin form on his face at the thought of seeing his long time friends, John could only imagine how much more at peace he would feel.
Scratching the back of his ear, John began to speed-walk in desperate hopes to get out of such isolation, he didn't know why but all of a sudden he grew a sudden hatred for the quiet. Of course, he would rather not hear the gunfire and splatters of wet blood hit the floor but John isn't practically fond of the quiet either.
His soon doleful attitude began to become even more dull and blank by the minute.
He couldn't stand the endless loop he was stuck in any longer, he'd either have to end it himself and fade away once more or find a way to get out.
As John was walking, he quickly ceased his walking when he saw what seemed to be a red cardinal flying around in front of him.
Rolling his eyes, John began his walk forwards once more--he was not about to let some damned bird stop him. No matter how much he wanted this to end, he was not about to let some critter as little and worthless as a bird stop him.
'Yeesh... where all all of these horrid thoughts coming from?' John thought to himself. Sniffling, John stepped forward cautiously towards the bird, slowling his walk to go investigate why the bird was flying all around in circles.
Not even at a remotely slow pace either, the red feathered animal was flying as quickly as the flapping of it's little wings allowed it to. Biting his bruised lip, John took slow steps forward as he jumped at the bird, clasping it between his bloodied hands as he squeezed the bird as hard as he could.
Hearing the bird's crying chirps made John feel accomplished, "I'm finally in control, finally, after so long, I-" John's thoughts were rudely interrupted as the bird went limp in his grasp, no more pulse nor rising chest, just an emptiness in it's little eyes.
Scowling, John opened his hands as the bird fell to the floor, the grass bending as the animal landed onto it. What a damned weakling, it couldn't even last a few minutes, like him, God what a horrible soldier he has become.
Stepping aside so he wouldn't step on the bird, John stiffly walked through the grass that seemed to be getting thicker and thicker. Maybe it was his imagination? Maybe he was finally getting cursed to the depths of hell, who knew, who cared?
It wasn't like John had anybody to remember him. Alexander had Eliza, Lafayette was too busy fighting, and Hercules was spying, none of them probably knew of his passing. Then again, who would care? His father certainly wouldn't and he knew damned well he would deny everything.
Throw away his birth certificates, any letters he owned, any item he has touched, hell, he'd probably get rid of his books. John wasn't a Laurens anymore, he didn't die a hero. He died a broken soldier, a lost cause, there were plenty of fish in the sea anyways, why did he have to be one of the only important ones?
A numbing anger filled John's body as his heart began to burn. It burned from the crippling thoughts that he was forced to go through, it really was true, wasn't it? He was just a worthless soldier out of many.
"Hey, lil' soldier boy."
John jumped at the sudden, dark voice, growling at the nickname, John harshly turned around to see who dared to call him such vulgar names. He was no soldier, he wasn't deserving at that title, why couldn't people just understand that already?!
Clenching his fists harshly, John felt the blood flow in his hands slow gradually as he turned to see the perpetrator. Pausing as he quickly unclenched his hands, John felt a surge of suprise when he saw a bloodied cat. Part of it's ear was missing and his right front paw seemed to be in an odd shape.
Scowling, John tried to push down his feelings of sympathy for the poor and troubled animal but he couldn't help but step forward.
Maybe this would be his chance to feel some sort of accomplishment in his life. Walking towards the shaking animal, John noticed a dark and black aurora curling itself around the mammal. Like vines capturing a poor being in the forest for eternity.
Sort of like him, a trapped and damaged soul. Shaking his wrist nervously in the air whilst he walked, John gulped as he saw the cat stride forward with him. Soon, they were standing right in front of each other... heh, talk about creepy.
"What's a soldier like you doing here? Shouldn't ya be going to that magical land you beings call heaven?" The cat suddenly spoke as it hopped in the air, he was suddenly floating and getting himself even closer to John's face.
John almost felt uncomfortable until he realized who was truly the superior being here. He could step on this cat if he could, it was so small and fragile. Who knows? He may be able to just put his hand through the translucent cat and make it fade away like dust.
"Well, I suppose I was too good for 'heaven'" John stated with spite, adding finger quotations around the word "heaven." John really was never truly a religious person.
"Ha! Too good for you? Please, all you did was hang around in bars while drinking with men. May I add, carelessly sang a song about a man called Aaron Burr... ya know, the man who practically introduced Eliza to Hamilton."
The cat's claws were flexed out of it's black, decaying paw that was bent. How does that even work? John didn't bother to ask.
"Shut your lit-" John was swiftly cut off when the cat held up it's one good paw to signal him to be quiet.
"I can bring ya to your precious Hamilton. I can make your dreams come true! I can do anything!"
The cat shouted, ignoring John's comment of: "Narcisstic much?" Blinking, the cat flew up higher and around John's head so he was directly behind him;momentairly distracting him as John swiftly turned around, almost knocking himself over as he tried to keep up with this damn cat.
"What if I say no?"
John questioned, taking a step back so the smell of decaying, rotten flesh in his face. "Well... then I guess you'll never see your precious Hamilton again." The cat rested a paw on their furry face as he continued soon after:
"You wouldn't want to rot here for so long like me? Right? Come on, I know you want to see them. Heh, them being Hamilton's new kiddo. Stupid kid is going to end up getting shot one day considering how naive he is." Pausing, the spirit gasped as they twirled around in the air.
"How impolite of me! My name is Correlius! Nice to meet ya!" Correlius stuck his mangled paw out for shaking, but John just backed up even more.
The shock of Hamilton having a kid was dawning upon John more quickly than a demon cat being straight in his face. No, this couldn't be true... Hamilton had a kid? Without him kno- John bit his tongue as he briskly thought about what he would decide.
Maybe he could teach Hamilton's kid about death and make him more accustomed to it, make him hate Hamilton for betraying him, how dare such a vulgar man do something so terrible to him? As well as all women Hamilton could get, he chooses that bitch Eliza Schuyler?
Alright, maybe he was getting a bit ahead of himself, but this pain was beyond all John could ever feel. Taking a deep breath, John lifted his hand out and quickly shook Correlius's paw. "I'll do it, I'll see Hamilton's son and I swear to God Hamilton will pay for his sins."
Smirking, Correlius closed his eyes as blue fire began to surround the two and the whole sad and dark world became an awful lot darker.
