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SAMANTHAS POV

As we were walking, I heard a sound in the bushes. "Y/N? Did you hear that?" I ask, very scared. She looks at me and shakes her head. "No. Why?"

And then it happens. As quick as a bullet. I get too scared. What if it's a ghost coming to haunt me? I killed so many to avenge Jack... But then it all hits me.

What this lonely, abused, runaway from Italy who snuck on a ship to New York has achieved.

I ran my way out of hell.

I snuck my way into revolution, I was louder then the crack in the bell.

I wrote Jack letters from New York until he fell,

I helped defend the Constitution and defended it well.

And in the face of ignorance and resistance,

I helped write financial systems into existence.

And when my prayers to G-d were met with indifference,

I went the way,

I made my own mark.


I need to do what I do best for once. I have one shot for this. To avenge myself. To avenge Y/N. To rewrite my reputation. I can make this beautiful.

Because I know exactly who might be bloodthirsty for somebody like her.

Especially since her husband's dead.

"Hide," I whisper-yell to Y/N. She obeys. I step towards the bush and take a deep breath. I'm not letting another person die. Because I know who it is in those bushes.

"Nice hiding skills, General Lee."

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