clyde john:

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             he hears eliza say something, but it doesn’t REGISTER. he’s already too far, too deep. he cannot STOP. he looks at her, heart POUNDING in his chest. he wants to answer her question, she sounds terrified, horrified. this was not a war, not a battlefield and yet, he had turned it into a murder scene. he wanted eliza to escape unscathed but now… he feels guilt, fear, disgust, a million emoitons all at once. one does not escape a war without blood on their hands, but this…. eliza was right, THIS HADN’T BEEN A WAR BUT NOW HE HAD MADE IT ONE.

             ❛ we — we just need to get out of HERE! ❜ he could run, run further than she could, but he slows when she mentions vomiting. he glances over his shoulder as she mentions cops, but before he can speak, she’s dragging him into the alley way.  john cannot bare to look at her, he feels like he needs to apologize to her. ❛ i’m —- eliza, i’m sorry. ❜ his voice shakes, and his HANDS TREMBLE. ❛ i thought… i thought the man was going to hurt you. he could’ve hurt you. i had to stop him. ❜ 

             ❛ are you going to be okay? look, if we can… get to alexander. he’ll help us. ❜ his tone is hushed, all muscles in his body tensed. he’s ready to throw a punch, gun in his hand all but forgotten until she mentions it. ❛ SHOOT AGAIN? god help us. ❜ he pauses. murder is punishable by death, and john knows if the cops get to him… he’ll be hanged. there’s no other WAY, there can be no THROWN SHOTS. ❛ can you see? are they comin’? are you — eliza, i swear to god, you’re gonna be safe. the baby’ll be safe. i’ll protect you. i won’t let anything happen to you.

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          ❛ no! ❜       her voice was a little louder when he mentioned alexander, and she reached over, taking the hand that held the gun.       ❛ alexander CANNOT know about what has happened. besides, someone finds out then it’ll be in the papers, he reads it every DAY. he makes god awful jokes, and i know that we’ll be one of them. ❜       she looks around, and she takes in a deep breath, staring back at him.       ❛ let’s just stay at your place, he’s probably so DRUNK or TIRED that he won’t notice if i come home. ❜       she breathed in, starting to quickly make her way towards his home.

          she couldn’t BELIEVE that he had shot someone, and that she told him to shoot someone again! however, she knew that he would be hanged if he got caught, everyone in the area now knew that, john laurens, shot a man not in war. that was a CRIME, a crime that he couldn’t get out of.       ❛ how many cops are there? ❜       her heart was racing as she looked at him, bitting down on her lip. lately, everyone was being careful about this stuff. you could NEVER tell if it was a duel or if it was just plain murder.

          ❛ we have to shoot a cop. ❜       she WASN’T thinking; she was having an anxiety attack at this point. she didn’t want her friend to get hanged if he got caught, it would just destroy her soul, and it would KILL alexander if he found out john was dead.       ❛ like now. ❜       without even taking a break, and without even thinking, her hand reached for the gun, immediately shooting at the cop who already had a raised gun at JOHN. her uncle, the weirdo he was, decided it would be best if the three sisters knew how to use a gun. angelica was fourteen, eliza was thirteen, and peggy was twelve. she hasn’t used a gun SINCE.       ❛ if you get caught then i get caught to, at this point they saw BOTH of us. just hurry!

 

"you will never find"

with pale and delicate skin, her beauty held no bounds. her heart was what everyone saw, her smile was what everyone wanted.

"anyone as"

indiependent and private elizabeth schuyler. penned by sydney.

"trusting or as kind"

DRAFTS: thirty plus.
STARTERS: twenty plus.
INBOX: ten plus.