So, I had noticed a lot of people had been writing Jack and Elmont fics, and I just thought why not shake it up a bit. Plus I want to the 10th fanfiction on Jack the Giant Slayer and I wanted to be the first person to write about Jack's mother.
Hope you like it,
BlackDeath101
:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:**:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:
In the beginning, he hadn't thought anything of it.
He'd noticed that some people were getting sick, and then sicker and sicker. Until people started to die, everyone had thought it was just a bug that was going around. People were going out of their mind, screaming at the devil and God what did they do to deserve this scourge, this pestilence, this horror?
But it hadn't affected him. When people started to vomit blood, it didn't affect him. When people had to burn houses full of dead bodies of their neighbours, loved ones, it didn't affect him. When whole entire villages were infected, and eventually perished, it didn't affect him. But then she got infected.
He could remember it like it was yesterday (maybe it was, he had lost track of time a while ago, was it yesterday? Or had it just happened? Had it been weeks, months, years? He didn't know anymore.) Father had left to go to the market, they were out of beans. It was just him and her. Shehad been cleaning and keeping him busy at the same, he hadn't noticed anything different than usual until he felt something wet and warm slid down his face.
Blood. She had coughed blood, it had splatted on to his face, and he started at horror at her. Did she have it? No, she can't have it. She wouldn'thave it. But then she coughed again, and just didn't stop coughing.
He doesn't really remember what happened next, only that in end there was only six things he knew for sure.
She had died.
Father had cried.
He was in pain, it felt like a knife was stabbing into his hands, and she wasn't there.
He had been affected.
Mother was dead.
Jack hated the plague.