The Ball Night

Kismet

Jacobs P.O.V
Someone has fired without warning and soon everyone was firing at each other. My horse panicked and reared so far back that I fell off. My horse took off while I dust myself off and took out my pistol. I took defense behind a tree and began to aim and fire at these bastards.

One by one, my men and theirs fell by the minute, in no time one of us is bound to retreat. I aimed at a young boy who took cover behind a tree as well, however an unexpected shot towards me made my shot wobbly. My shot knocked the boys hat off, in which he cursed and when he picked up his head again to shoot, I could of sworn I broke my pistol by the grip I had.

I smiled, if there's a Jack, there's always a Catherine. I took cover once more before aiming straight at Jack, he was too busy focusing on the others to pay mind to me. I waited for the right opportunity, Jack spun out from his cover and began shooting, giving me full access to his head and body.

My veins ran with excitement, I pulled the trigger...nothing. I look at my pistol, angrily shaking it and checked the ammo. Lucky bastard, I ran out! But I know now where he is hiding, when I turn around from my cover, I was knocked down flat to the ground.

Who ever did it, they didn't stop punching me, not even for a second. I can feel my bones snapping and cracking beneath my skin, my warm blood running from my nose and open wounds on my face. They brutally kicked my stomach and I coughed out blood. They stomped on my chest, breaking my rib bones and I cried out in pain. They gave a final blow before laughing out loud.

I opened my one good eye, I should of have guess, it was Jack. His face was bright with vengeance, his eyes shone with anger and hate, yet his smile was very pure. He looks down upon me, taking a moment, his smile never leaving.

"God is truly on my side, and he truly loves me." He declared, taking in a breath and exhaled loudly.

"Oh, how I longed to savor this moment, to do this, and now I finally have it." He said.

With one last look, he turns behind him, in which I follow his gaze and stare at the one and only, Catherine. Her hair was short and held in a pony tail, she had a long gash on her beautiful face, but she's still radiant as ever. She stared at me with the  same way Jack had in his eyes, however she did not smile.

I stared at her until Jack pulled out his dagger and handed it to Catherine. My eyes went wide with fear, she lays besides me as I begged for mercy. Now, she slowly smiled and leaned towards my ear.

"You took away my mother, and now, I take away your mercy." Catherine whispered so coldly, my fingered went numb.

We stared at each other for a moment, before she stabbed me so fast and hard, my breath was taken away. She continued, each stab harder than the last, screaming and stabbing me all over.

She was the last thing I saw, before I began to fade away into the black void.

Jacks P.O.V
I stood here, watching Catherine pour out her anger and sadness all in the blade that caved into Jacobs chest at least ten times. I had to admit, I desperately wanted to kill this fiend for myself, but this wasn't my kill to taste on. It has always been Catherine's, and so I gave her the blade.

I didn't want her to hurt herself, so I grabbed her from behind and pulled her away from Jacobs bloody corpse. She thrashed against my hold until we were a good distance away from him and that's where she cried unbearably, tossed the bloody dagger aside and embraced me.

My kill, and is destined to be my kill, is either Prince Francis or Prince Andrew. Although, at this point Andrew didn't do much other than to brutally beat me to near death and kept me locked away in the dungeon for two weeks, he still allowed me to be with Catherine. However, he's yet blind to our love, still thinking it's a damnation.