John F. Kennedy: The End of Camelot

John F. Kennedy: The End of Camelot Ch. 5

Chapter 5

Location: New York City

Character: John

Day : November 21, 2013

Time: 6:29 pm

John F. Kennedy Jr hated attention.

And that's what he was getting right now.

John looked around as several people stopped in their tracks, gawking at him and Carolyn. They stank of the sea and dirt that glittered from their clothes.

People pulled back as if they had just decided to spit poison at them. John kept his eyes on the floor, unable to hide his anger. Sarah had told them everything. His father's coma and now how the former first family resided in the White House where they were headed.

The treek to the railroad tracks was tiring and gruesome. The cold air hit John's cheeks and lips. His mouth got colder by the second and his skin fleshed up lightly and tanned.

Sarah flashed her ID on the screen of the tracks. The door made a clicking noise and then a sharp buzz. Sarah stepped through, her eyes looking up and down. She nodded towards him and both Carolyn, him, and the children stepped into the train.

John was in his seat fidgeting, trying not to be anxious but the soon to be meeting with his father was shaking him to his core. He didn't want to admit it but he hated his father now; Father had gone into a coma after nearly dying. Mother had started smoking and drinking more before the cancer got into her and she died. And if Sarah didn't exist, John would have never gotten the news and he would have spent his whole life on an island. The thought sickened him. And the rage grew by the second, fueling him and his thirst.

People in the bus started to look at him weirdly. They knew who he was but they kept their mouth shut and not talking to him. John averted his eyes to his lap.

About halfway through the trip, the bus started to function. John didn't pay attention at first but suddenly a loud, scream was heard from the front of the bus. People looked up aburtly and some said, "What was that?"

There was a wailing sound followed by another scream. The smell of blood filled John's nostrils. John knew what blood smelt like because when the remains of the plane had washed ashore, he and Carolyn had been clinging onto it, fighting for their lives. He'd had a bloody gash on his arm, his whole body had ached, and he felt like he had gone through a living hell but now...

A cold voice crackled through the intercom. "This is Lady Fury, leader of the Shadow Alliance. I suggest all of you surrender. I don't want anything bad to happen. I need you alive so I can hold you as hostages."

As soon as the word, hostage left her lips, people started screaming and yelling. Some shouted for John Kennedy. Others screamed ruckus things at each other. John noticed six men making their way toward the door, knifes in their hands. His heart sunk. Oh no. What are they going to do? Kill Fury? She has guards with her. I can't let this happen.

He pushed past people. He expected to murmur "Excuse me," and "sorry for that" but people made a line for him as he had threatened that he would spit acid at them. John caught up with them. They opened the door, and the young lady, Fury, turned around in mock horror.

"Is that the best you can do?" She asked, a sweet smile on her face. "Or are you guys playing with me?"

"Shut up, Fury," screamed the first man. "Your region of terror is over! John Kennedy will survive and he will region as president of the United States."

Fury peeked from behind them. She smiled, her eyes getting colder by the second. "I didn't know you guys had a servent boy."

The men turned around to look at him. Their eyes widened as they the familiar, dark eyes of John F. Kennedy Jr staring back at them.

Location: the White House

Character: John Kennedy

Day: November 21, 2013

Time: 6:54 pm

The meeting with Clint Hill had gone better then John Kennedy had expected.

He now sat in a comfy bed of the White House. Pains were plagued on his back. He ate away at the pizza Caroline had brought him. She was sitting on a plush chair sipping into some coffee.

It felt awkward. She was already old enough to drink coffee. And he was still 46 years old but his body in reality was 96 years old.

They were watching TV, John F. Kennedy's revival actually before the words IMPORTANT UPDATE flashed on the screen. Caroline stopped sipping her coffee and almost choked on it. Her mouth hung open in disbelief as the camera showed dozens of pictures of a bus, wrecked and torn by flames. They were still people in there and bodies littered the streets. John felt his heart sink. Those were Fury's soldiers that covered the street. His throat caught in his chest when he saw a picture of a baby lying on the floor dead with its chest ripped open. Caroline was frozen, staring at the screen, her eyes blazing with sheer furious anger.

Then suddenly Caroline jerked back as if she'd hit her head on a hot panel. John stared at the screen as a man with with dark eyes, dark hair and a very muscular body filled the screen. He looked familiar before Caroline screamed out the very words that had sunk into him.

"John-John!"

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