John F. Kennedy: The End of Camelot

John F. Kennedy: The End of Camelot Ch. 2

Chapter 2

Location: The White House

Character: Clint Hill

Day: November 21, 2013

Time: 3:34 pm

The former Secret Service agent paced the floor, his eyes staring with pain in his light green eyes.

He'd just shut down the TV after a news reporter had reported grimly that indeed John F. Kennedy, 35th president of the United States, had somehow lived through a bullet firing through his head. How, Clint wanted to ask, was out of the question. He'd seen the dark, deep red blood splatter from President Kennedy's head. He'd heard Jackie screaming. Her eyes glazing with horror.

Clint remembered how he had stared into Jack's dull eyes after the president was shot. Blood had soaked up through the young president's white shirt. Jackie's gloves had turned a dark, streaming red.

He died, Clint told himself. I saw him die. I saw his blood splatter across the limo floors. He heard the terrifying silence.

But something told him he was wrong. A weight of relief settled over him. President Kennedy was alive. Clint had felt nothing but an everlasting guilt when the president had been "killed."

Things were different now. Clint had fallen asleep after the news report and his dreams usually filled with blood and gore of the past, were burned with now searing images of the thought to be dead president.

Clint wanted to meet him. But Jack wouldn't see any intreast in him. Just maybe a quick nod, and the flash of a smile. That was it maybe.

Clint knew that Jack could remember the agent that had been protective of Mrs. Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis but he just might not remember the agent's name. Caroline had probably not even mentioned his name when she'd met him.

John F. Kennedy and the president with the other loyal American politicians were heading back to the White House. Clint lived on the outskirts of D.C. so it was possible for Caroline to come and visit. She didn't really avoid him. She visited him some weeks of the month. But now since Fury had attacked, he wasn't so sure.

Clint took a black shirt and some pants from his room. He also wore a warm coat that stopped the chills from wracking his worn out body as he headed outside. He headed toward the White House, agitated and wanting to meet the one man he had thought was dead.

Location: Unknown

Character: Unknown

Day: November 21, 2013

Time: Unknown

The scent of the sea and salt waters filled the man's mouth. The wind howled and tugged his shirt. Muscles rippled under his weight. He watched the storm die down. He turned back to look at his partners.

"Come on," he said shakily. "Storm's over. Let's go back and find some food."

"Dad," said a girl with dark blue eyes and shiny dark hair with a few specks of blonde. She looked worried. "When will get out of this island?"

"From the looks," the man replied, titling his head. "Not anytime soon. We don't even have a boat. We've been stuck on this island before you were born. Which was in 1999."

"That's a long time," added the boy next to her. His green eyes sparkled. He had his grandfather's eyes. "But I really want to see the world. Like what is out there?" He pointed toward the horizon.

"Monsters," teased the girl, shoving him lightly. "There are monsters out there, ready to rip you to shreds."

"Shut up, Jacqueline, your stories don't scare me."

"Hah!" She laughed. "Don't think so, Jack." She turned her head. "So what's our plan?"

"To get out," the man murmured, half to himself. "I think it's time to reveal ourselves again. Something changed in the years that we were 'dead.'" He could see what had happened. Something had changed. But what had crippled America so badly? He didn't know.

He held up an old radio. It was torn and specked from the sea waters that had raged through him. That had happened 15 years ago when they had almost died in a plane crash. He tapped an icon on the radio. It crackled to life.

A woman's voice answered sharply but softly. "What do you want, John?"

John smiled. "What do you think, Sarah? I want to get out of this island. Can you come pick us up? Or at least send a squad after us?"

Sarah replied slowly, "That's fine. I just don't want any suspicion. The Americans thought you were dead. They thought you died. You and your father. The Kennedy curse proved that."

John nodded before saying, "If what my sister is saying is true, I want to find and know the father I never knew."

"Okay," Sarah laughed softly. She seemed nervous. "I'll send Sean Shaw after you. He'll help you off the island. Just be careful. Violent riots have broken out in the United States led by a mysterious woman named Fury. She's claimed war over the U.S. They're trying to stop her but it might not be enough."

"Wait," John cut her off. "Who is this Fury?"

Instead of replying, the line Sarah had been using went dead with a click.

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Who's the new character? 😱

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Before you bombard me with comments I know "he" is dead but I just got the idea from a rumor my dad told me that "he" faked his death 😨

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And plus father and son would be sweet to see ☺️

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I have just school until June 5th or 6th and then my awards on May 29, 30, and June 7th 😄 but I'm trapped in school for now -___-

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