George Washington: The Untold Story

         The maid, Mrs. Margaret, yelled to John from downstairs in a frantic tone. There was a look of over joyous excitement etched into her wrinkled skin.

“They’re here! In the town! The whole army!” She exclaimed over and over. John felt a smile creep its way onto his face as he glanced out of the window. She was right! The colonist army was marching its way through Boston! Filled with patriotism, John flung open the window and let out a cheer, drowned out by countless other excited Bostonians. Then, with a scowl, he spotted him. All of John's patriotism left him in an instant and was replaced by a nervous feeling in his gut. There he was. In front, was the famous gentleman, General George Washington trotting along on his white steed. Children showered him with flowers while men raised their caps in celebration. Women hung out of windows and waved their handkerchiefs. All over Boston, the great excitement was pulsing.

There, on his horse, Washington sat with his chin high; Yet, one could see the humility in his eyes, or so the people thought. The general strolled through the streets shouting commands at one of his privates with a booming, confident voice that every man envied. It seemed everyone in Boston was cheering and basking in the greatness of this leader, but John knew something was off. He knew this famous man had a dark secret.

John had first heard this rumor from his friend who recently vanished. It seemed whoever possessed the confidential information which John had, would, sooner or later, disappear without warning. He was dreadful that he had even gained this knowledge in the first place, and the way he learned it sent chills up his spine. Looking again at the thing on the white horse, he recalled the day which had haunted his life for the past year.

It was like any other market day in south Boston with the cool breeze carrying delightful smells into a man's nose. The ships were just unloading, and John was on the streets. Up and down the fish farmers market he strolled, looking for the things on his mother's grocery list and haggling prices. All was normal when his friend ran up behind him out of a dark alley. The man was watching his back for any onlookers and sweating down his trousers, obviously nervous. John gave him a sidelong glance and raised a brow. This “friend” of his had enlisted in the military months ago. Unless he had deserted, this was a face that John shouldn’t be seeing in the streets of Boston.

“Sam, I thought you were in Pennsylvania! H-how did you get here?” John asked out of the side of his mouth, avoiding a formal greeting. Sam looked at him like he was going to sneeze and exclaimed quietly,

“I ran! There’s something I found out that could get me killed!” He tugged at John's arm in the direction of the alley in which he had emerged. Before John knew it, he was reluctantly following his crazed friend into the depths of what seemed like Boston’s darkest alley. Sam pulled him to one of the sides next to a garbage box. With a frightful look on his face, Sam told John the secret in depth and quickly. The secret that could make a man seemingly vanish just by hearing it once. As Sam finished, a shocked look was stained to John's face. He quickly walked out of the alley for some fresh air. Looking back at Sam, he saw nothing except the garbage box and a leg that quickly retreated over the top of an adjacent building. John gazed in a trance at where his friend had just climbed away, but John's mind was on one subject: the secret he had just been whispered.

 Sam had formed an acquaintance with the general and found out that George Washington was not the humble, glorious, war hero he had been betrayed to be. Sam had said that Washington was something unknown to humans: a being, not from earth. “From the stars” Sam had exclaimed. He also informed John that this creature had a sinister plan to gain the crown over this new country as soon as the war was over, like the vile kings of which they had fled. John had believed without question.

John flung himself out of his deep thought and made up his mind to stop the imposter of a general. He stormed out of the door and ran towards the crowd. Pushing and shoving, he kept his mindset on finding the general and taking off his mask which resembled a human face. John knew under that mask would be a hideous creature craving power. After some time, he slithered into the middle of the crowd. There, soaking up all the glory, was the being that called itself George Washington. John instantly leaped towards the general yelling. He clung to Washington’s mount and reached up to pull the mask off the imposter. But as John's hands met the face of the fake general, the horse started to shake. It became so violent that it flung John off. Then the stead started to morph into unknown shapes as fluidly as water in a glass. The whole crowd gasped and ran backward in a panicked frenzy. John backed up. The glob of horse finally shifted into a mechanical-looking ship and rose from the broken cobblestone. It took off with utterly impossible speed and disappeared into the clouds.