John F. Kennedy: The End of Camelot

John F. Kennedy: The End of Camelot Ch. 6

Chapter 6

Location: New York City

Character: Ethel

Day: November 21, 2013

Time: 7:12 pm

Ethel Kennedy, wife of the late Robert F. Kennedy, made her way toward the National Arlington Cementary. Her eyes were dark and her skin was pale from the cold. She stopped at the grave mark that was showed with Robert F. Kennedy. There were flowers sprinkled over the grave. She knelt, holding a boxful of flowers. She put them on the grave, feeling the tears on her face.

"Bobby," she said, very quietly, "I don't know what to say. Look. Look at us. Look what's happened. Your brother's alive."

She was speaking to a grave. No less. She thought. She stretched lazily, and knelt down at the grave. She moved toward Jackie's grave. It looked cold and bitter. She swallowed hard and pressed her palm agaisnt the write marks. She remembered Jackie's voice, teasing and sarcastic. But she and Jackie had detested each other for several times. Now guilt came back and she recalled the horrible night. June 6, 1968. She had stood, watching with horror as her husband lost blood rapidly. The blood had creased onto the floor and she remembered screaming, screaming at the cameras, screaming at Bobby, and screaming at the killer.

After his death, she'd been shattered hopelessly. She'd gotten a lust to kill the man that made her suffer. She had lost the intent shortly but her thirst for blood never really left her. She wanted to kill the prisoner that was now in jail. But then she'd stopped; the thirst was still in her but she had quit. She now grieved.

For 50 years, she had been living quielty, her grief getting ahold of her. The pain of waking up and screaming for Bobby in her sleep. She had expected to live like this her whole life bit then Jack had popped in the middle of nowhere. She had thought he was dead; killed by a bullet.

But she'd seen his scars, the ugly scars on his throat and head. He'd lost some hair too. The gold-brownish hair would grow back some time though, she thought.

After Jack had reemerged, she had thought everything would be the same but no. The word had leaked out that the former president wasn't dead. He was alive and being held at Parkland. The word had reached an alliance that hated the Kennedy's and their allies deeply. They had tried to kill Jack already more then three times already. The leader was a girl named, Fury. She hated President Kennedy with a burning hatred.

Ethel had no longer felt any pain or grief lusting in her heart. The hate had swelled out. She was dull now. She crossed her legs together and sat in the bottom of the grave, her eyes staring down solemnly at the marks.

She heard the crunch-crunch of feet behind her. She didn't look up as Jack sat down beside her, his face quiet and grim. She didn't look at him. She kept her gaze on the floor.

Ethel kept her eyes trained on Bobby's grave while Jack seemed interested on Jackie's but then his pale eyes turned to examine her, she froze under that unclear gaze and smiled shakily at him.

The smile was forced, she thought. She could see the pain in his eyes as he looked at Jackie's grave then at Bobby's. Beside Bobby's was Ted's. The senator had died in 2009 after being claimed by brain cancer.

Ethel closed her eyes and tried not to look at Jack. Then he asked her while her eyes were closed.

"What happened, Ethel? What happened to him?"

She opened her eyes and stared at him. "He died."

"Ethel," he pleaded with her and she opened her eyes to stare at him. "Please tell me the truth."

"The truth?" She asked him, her voice wary. She stared at him. "There is no truth. It remains still a confusion even after 45 years."

His eyes traveled to look at her neck. She shivered and kept to herself. She smiled bitterly as she stared at Bobby's grave.

"What is it?" Jack murmured, his voice quiet and not very sexy with her.

"Jack," she turned to look at him and stared into his eyes. "Isn't it funny how your greatest fears always find you?"

He twisted his fingers slightly and cracked his knuckles. "Ethel-"

"Just say it," she hissed. "Say it. Come on, Jack."

"I don't even know what I'm fighting for anymore," he muttered, changing the subject complelty. Her expression turned annoyed. The annoyance faded from her eyes as they turned to shock. Jack turned around. A young woman with very light blue eyes stood there. It wasn't Fury.

"Sarah Whiteners," Ethel greeted, somewhat calm. "What is it?"

The woman bobbled her head and replied, "I have something to show to both of you. Meet us at the White House in an hour."

"Us?" Jack repeated. "Who is us?"

The woman smiled again more aggrisvely. "You'll see."

Ethel did not like the reply and the way Sarah was swaggering with both of them.

Location: New York City

Character: John

Day: November 21, 2013

Time: 7:29 pm

Fury watched John.

The former prince of Camelot scowled at her, a furious expression on his face. Her smile got wider.

"John Kennedy Jr," she said pleasantly. Her smile was so wide, John wanted to punch her face open. "I thought you were dead."

John smiled back at her, coolly and wryly. "Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated," he answered, smilimg back at her.

Fury narrowed her eyes. Then out of her pocket, she raised a metal gun.

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