Two explosions rang through the warehouse, sending Washington's heart dropping.
"ALEXANDER!" He was already running across the warehouse, Burr and the others following suit.
Alexander, please. Be alright.
"You three, find the others!" Washington ordered. Aaron stopped the other two in their tracks, before sending them off in opposite directions.
Washington continued from where he had started, running in the direction of the explosions.
Alexander wanted to slap Laurens for what happened following another explosion.
Laurens, Mulligan, and Lafayette were all running in complete different directions, leaving him and Purple to fend for themselves in an explosion proof area.
They'd already confirmed Washington had arrived, so leaving the base entirely wasn't a good idea, especially since everyone had probably noticed explosions in the middle of the woods.
Yeah, leaving? A terrible idea.
So, he and Purple decided on the next best thing: defend themselves until help came.
Using Laurens' spare gun, Alexander opened fire on any British soldiers that came their way. Pushing Purple behind him, he shot at any moving redcoat.
A shot of pain ran through his arm.
"Fuck!"
"Alex!"
"Alexander!"
Two shouts of his name. One of them was further off, but he knew it by heart.
Here comes the General.
Washington didn't know what to think when he heard Alexander shout in pain.
No no no no no no no no no no no.
This is not happening.
It can't be!
Alex can't be injured!
"ALEXANDER!" He hated the choked voice that came through. But he couldn't help it.
That was his boy.
Washington ran into another room, still shrouded is smoke.
"Alexander!"
The boy in question looked up, staring at his general with wide eyes.
"Washington..." it was almost painful for him to say it. He was clutching his arm, a worried teenage boy at his side.
"Purple." He thought to himself.
"Alexander...are you alright?"
"Are we gonna die?" Alex asked. His eyes looked up at Purple with terror.
Poor kid. Hurry up, Washington.
"No. Aaron won't let that happen. I promise." Purple answered, running a hand through Alex's curls.
It wasn't much, but it was the least he could do. He wasn't even sure if they would get out of the base alive.
"GET DOWN!" Aaron screamed. Alex on instinct clung to Purple, and Purple looked around to find out what was happening.
A soldier had fell onto a ray, that Purple knew had to just be a model of the real deal, and it had turned on.
Fuck.
Guess they had taken the real deal.
"Alex...DUCK!" Purple shielded Alex and himself as best he could.
He didn't remember much after that.
"Alex!"
The small boy looked up, and Purple really starting feeling terrible. The poor kid.
"Alex, hey..."
"No! Stay away! They'll hurt you too!"
Purple flinched, pulling his arm back. What was he talking about?
"What are you..."
"They'll get you too! They'll take you and you'll be alone forever!"
Oh.
Oh.
That's what was going on.
"No, Alex, they won't. I promise. You can think that, but I promise you it isn't true."
"What makes you say that?! Your just like me! Alone forever!"
"Actually, no. Sure, I was alone for years, and we both went through mostly the same, but that doesn't mean anything. We both have people who care about us. I have my friends, and you have yours."
Alex blinked at him. "Friends?"
"Yeah! You know, John Laurens, Lafayette, Hercules Mulligan, Tallmadge, Aaron Burr, and Washington. Your his right hand man, remember? The king of insulting Congress?"
Alex giggled. Purple smiled. "We both have people who care about us. You just have to let them. Like I did."
Purple's words echoed through his head.
"Alexander? Are you alright?"
Alexander didn't know what to think. Instead of thinking, he threw his arms around Washington.