John F. Kennedy: The End of Camelot

John F. Kennedy: The End of Camelot Ch. 8

Chapter 8

Location: the White House

Character: Caroline Kennedy

Day: November 21, 2013

Time: 8:29 pm

A blanket of calmness had settled over D.C. I'd never felt this calm and anguished. I had closed the door to my room. My head ached and throbbed. I slid under the covers, my eyes immediately shutting shut.

When I peeked open my eyes, I was laying on the ground of a limo. My eyes slightly crossed and I felt my throat dry.

"Where am I?" I managed out. My muscles were all sore and aching as I stood up. My throat was dry. "In the...afterlife?"

I quickly realized this was an illusion. I wasn't really real. This was a vison of the past. My eyes averted and I stared hard into the illusions.

I stepped over the grass, crunching it under my feet. My eyes looked around. I was standing with a crowd. A massive crowd.

I rubbed my eyes and suddenly noticed I wasn't noticed by the crowd. I was like a ghost being. "Well...this is strange."

I saw some cars making way toward the crowd. The crowd now was screaming and roaring with delight. My heart sank with shock. I knew where I was. Dealey Plaza. The street my father had been nearly killed on.

I began to run. Or spiriting. Whatever was faster. I tried to run into the limo but I just faded away. I was still there but couldn't save him from being savagely shot in the head and neck. The agent, Clint Hill, rushed up and pushed Father and Mom down. Blood began to soak into Mother's suit, her pure white crystal gloves, and her skinny legs.

I was screaming, I was sure of that. I was writhing on the bed I knew that. Someone was shaking me to get up. I woke up with tears in my eyes and sweat running down my forehead.

"Shhh," Daddy whispered softly. I cried openly into his shirt like a little girl would. Only thing was I wasn't a little girl anymore. "It's okay, Caroline. It's okay."

I was sobbing so loudly. My eyes burned with tears and the way Father was stroking my back with his huge hands. "I saw you die," I said to no one in particular. His green eyes stared hard at me.

I sat up on the bed, tears streaking down my face and the tears running into my eyes down toward my mouth. "Nothing's wrong. Just a bad dream."

He looked at me. His eyes traveled down to my body and I shivered coldly. "I swear to God. What time is it?"

"Five in the morning," he replied. He started stroking my hair gently and I closed my eyes. "Go back to sleep. Today will be a long day."

I knew what he meant. November 22, 2013. The 50th, Aunt Ethel called it. "I'm fine," I said standing up. "I won't fall asleep anyway. Too many nightmares."

Father took a deep breath. "Alright. President Obama wants us in the White House for the day."

I raised an eyebrow. "Not even going to the Cementary?" I questioned.

"He said it's too dangerous," Father replied. "Come on. We need to get ready."

I followed him, not even wanting to argue.

Location: New York City

Character: John

Day: November 22, 2013

Time: 6:02 am

John stared hard at Fury as she pulled out the gun. She was smiling. Her green eyes stared at me.

"Surrender," she said calmly, "and I won't hurt you or anyone else on the train."

John stared. "How will I know if you don't harm my family?"

"Join me," she said simply. "I promise, no harm will come to them."

He paced around her trying to find a way to strangle her. "What about my Father?"

"John Kennedy?" She smiled, a pale thinned smile. "The old hag. Oh he's alive for now."

John felt an anger burning in his mouth. "Old hag?" He snarled. "He's not an old hag. I'm never joining you! Stop with the tactics! A Kennedy is loyal to their own clan and country."

"Suit yourself," Fury rolled her eyes. She raised the gun. It was on stun. "Since you're cute, I'll give mercy and keep you as a prisoner."

John started to back away but Fury shot at him. The prince of Camelot dove out of the way, avoiding all the blows she was shooting at him.

One bullet hit him in the chest. John staggered to regain balance but couldn't. He fell down in agnoy and pain.

Fury knelt in front of him. Her smile grew as she noticed his eyes rolling up to the back of his head.

"Sweet dreams, John Kennedy Jr," she told him. "You're going to need it before you wake up."

John fell to his knees and then to the floor and then everything went black.

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I have nothing to say today! 😊✌️

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#qotd- Jack or Bobby? ❤️

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#aotd- both 😍