ANDPEGGYANDPEGGYANDPEGGY chapter 9

Hiya! So in this chapter, I'm going to experiment with new points of view, just because Peg is stuck in her mindscape with Mariah, and isn't interacting with the other characters. Angelica and Lafayette and Peggy will definitely have a section. Thanks for all the support. (especially you Ranger-Corpses)

Angelica POV

"Peggy! Peggy wake up!" Angelica screamed. They'd gotten home as fast as humanly possible, but when they got home, she was unresponsive. Angelica was scared and shocked when she could lift her little sister with no struggle. She was so light, weighing almost nothing. Now the youngest Schuyler sister was lying on the couch, tears streaming down her face. Every now and then, she would shudder, as though someone hit her, and Eliza would sob. Angelica was panicking. Their dad had left for a job thing out of town, and their mom had died when she was 14. Technically, Angelica was in charge of her sisters, and now Peggy was unconscious and Eliza was inconsolable.

"Peggy please!" She glanced down at her hands, at a loss, and realized Alexander had scribbled his number in sharpie on her hand. She whirled around and grabbed her phone that was in her purse. She dialed out the number as fast as she could manage with her shaking hands.

"Alexander Hamilton," the teen's voice came through after a couple rings.

"Alex, it's Angelica. The girl you wrote your number on at lunch?"

"Hey, what's up?" He sounded impressed, like he hadn't expected that to work. If it had been normal circumstances, Angelica probably wouldn't have called him.

"My sister, Peggy, is having another episode. I-I'm all alone with my sisters, and I don't know what to do."

"And this has never happened before today?" Alex asked, sounding more alert and worried.

"Not that I know of!"

"Okay, Angie, you have to calm down. Have Eliza call 911, and Laf, John, Herc and I will be there soon."

"O-okay," Angelica said shakily.

"Do you want me to stay on the line, or do you need Eliza to call on it?"

"Actually, I think Eliza is having an emotional breakdown, so I'll hang up and call the ambulance."

She told him her address, then hung up. As she called 911, she thanked all things Holy that she'd met Alexander Hamilton.

*Lafayette's POV*

Laf, Herc, John and Alex were chilling in the Park when Alex got a phone call. He stood to take it, but didn't stand far enough to not be heard.

"Alexander Hamilton," he said, and Herc laughed at how formal his friend sounded.

"Hey, what's up?" He sounded smug and impressed. He mouthed Angelica to his friends. There was another pause, but Alex's face grew serious.

"And this has never happened before today?" Alex asked, sounding more alert and worried. Laf stared at him, trying to ascertain what had happened. Alex ignored him.

"Okay, Angie, you have to calm down. Have Eliza call 911, and Laf, John, Herc and I will be there soon." The three friends froze. 911? That couldn't be good.

"Do you want me to stay on the line, or do you need Eliza to call on it?"

Alex scribbled down a number-her address?-then hung up. Lafayette lunged at him.

"What happened mon ami? We overheard 911?"

"Peggy had another episode. She is currently still unresponsive, and Angie is freaking out. I wrote my number on her hand at lunch, so she called me because she is all alone with her two younger sisters."

Lafayette froze, unable to think straight. All he could picture was Peggy sitting next to him at lunch, eyes wide and glassy as she didn't respond to him. His breath hitched in his throat, and he ran towards Laurens' car, his friends right on his tail. They piled in, Alex in shotgun, Laurens driving, and Herc and Laf in the back seat. Laf hadn't been able to get the pretty, shy young girl out of his head after lunch. And now she was in trouble. He muttered prayers in French under his breath that she'd be okay.

They drove reasonably fast down the streets leading to the schuyler house, but Laf kept silently willing the car faster. When they finally got there, there wasn't an ambulance, but Angelica's car was in the driveway. Laf opened the door and sprinted up the steps.

He wanted to just barge in, but Alex cut in front of him and rang the doorbell. They heard hurried footsteps approaching the door, and Eliza opened it wide. Her face was red and blotchy, with tears still coming.

Lafayette nodded kindly to her, but quickly walked in. Behind him, sirens were getting closer. He ran to where he saw Angelica pacing worriedly. The image he saw next would be ingrained in his memory;

Peggy was laying on the couch, breathing laboriously. Tears were streaming down her face, and she was shaking. Like…she was hurt?

"Qu'est-ce qui se passe? Est-elle blessée? Pourquoi est-elle en train de trembler? Elle allait bien! Qu'est-il arrivé?!"

Angelica stared uncomprehendingly at Laf, crying. Alex pulled his tall friend away. "Laf, calm down. Angie is doing the best she can, but we don't know the whole situation."

Lafayette nodded, blinking tears away. Wait, tears? Why am I crying? Laf thought. I barely know her, yet…

Then the paramedics burst in, and Laf turned, watching every move they made intensely. They put her on a stretcher, and carried her to the back of the ambulance. Angelica followed them, and rode in the back of the ambulance with her sister.

*Peggy POV*

Something was happening on the outside. Peggy and Mariah fought relentlessly on the inside, barely stopping to breath. But Peggy could tell people were buzzing around her outside.

As she was distracted by this, the wicked claws Mariah were currently sporting as a scarlet grizzly bear tore into her small, human form. She could feel her outside body convulse as its mental counterpart hit the sand. While she was thus disoriented, she could hear voices. Loud, worried voices. Some she recognized, others she didn't.

Why are they worried? She thought disjointedly. Is someone hurt? Who is crying? Why? Peggy groaned incoherently. I don't want to cause them trouble.

Suddenly, a glowing red tiger lunged at Peggy. Peggy managed to turn into a small bird and flew to a tree further down the beach. She transformed back to human form, sitting on one of the highest branches. She let her legs dangle aimlessly, blood dripping hundreds of feet to the sand.

Thanks for all the love and support on this story! Pm or review if you like or hate anything. Any and all constructive criticism is appreciated.

Speaking of, I changed the title. But you probably already knew that.

Ranger-Corpses; Thank you so much. And like the new title as well.

Lenburst; Thanks for the review. I will definitely try to incorporate that idea!

Arya Durin 51; You are right, thus new title just rings better. Thanks for the review!

Merry Christmas, happy belated Hanukkah, and have a good holiday season!

RN