Notes

Aaron sighed when Lafayette passed out in the cemetery. He brought him back to his car and lay him in the back seat. Then he left a note and got on his motorcycle. He needed a drink. He drove down to the bar and walked inside, ordering a glass of vodka. He buried his head in his hands and chugged it- the burn sensation in his throat as he swallowed

Aaron saw a tall man wearing a dark grey hoodie walking towards him. His body was big and his left hand is covered with duct tape?! It was kinda funny because the walk of the hooded was weird-seems like he got beaten up by a bunch of people and threw his body on a speeding car. The man sat next to him and ordered a drink.

He looked over and chuckled to himself, then let out a sigh. "You alright man?" he asked. Poor guy looked torn the fuck up. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he eyed the hooded man, his hood covering most of his face.

"Never better." The man said, slowly taking a sip from his drink, grunting in pain.

He sighed and finished his own drink, then ordered another. "Chicago is fucking stupid- all there is, is fucking drama, drugs and shit." Aaron said, his tone of voice annoyed. "You're better off getting out of here man, gangs are everywhere." he rolled his eyes and took a large gulp.

"Preach." The hooded man nodded as he continues to take a sip from his drink. "You know, moving here was the worst thing I've done my entire life. The second I got here, everything went to shit."

Aaron forced a chuckle and sighed, "Just so sick of this shit." he said with a groan, "What brought you here anyway?" he asked with a raised brow.

"My daughter." The man said. "My ex-wife died and left her here alone in this fucking town. As soon as I heard about it, I started 'saving' money to get here to take care of her, you know? I don't know what to do anymore." The mad said and sighed. "... I don't even know why I'm telling you this right now." The man added.

"What's your name?" he asked and tilted his head as he chugged the rest of his vodka, slamming the glass on the table quite loudly

The man looked at Aaron and gave him a look of doubt. "Why?"

Aaron shrugged, "Curiosity gets the best of me, sir." he sighed and leaned himself on the counter top, "My names Aaron Burr, sir."

"Wow." The man smiled and took a deep breath. Aaron saw and heard that. The dark hooded man sat up, reached for his drink, and chugged the whole thing. He stood up and muttered "Aaron Burr."

In an instant, the hooded man crashed his glass on the table, breaking it. He grabbed Aaron's head and slammed it on the very table he slammed the glass on, he lifted Aaron by his hair. There were shards on his face.

Aaron let out a sharp yelp and looked at the man in the face, "What- the fuck-" he whispered angrily, and closed his eyes for a moment. He felt the blood poor down his face as he stared at the unknown man straight in the face.

The man removed his hood. He had a huge burn on the left side of his face and his left ear appears to be missing. And as he removed his hood, the other hand pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Aaron, startling everyone inside the bar. "Aaron Burr. Pleased to meet you. My name is George Washington. Everything suddenly went quiet and...

BANG!