Prologue - A Dark Night
Town members came rushing out after hearing Elizabeth's screams and cries. Crowds stood around the woman, each taking in the sight in front of them. The Mountie stood with his horse solemnly, he'd worked with Constable Thornton during their time in the Northern Territories. He too was mourning.
Elizabeth was curled up in Abigail's lap, sobbing into the older woman's chest. She didn't listen or react to anything or anyone. She was just there, occasionally mumbling her husband's name between sobs. She felt nothing, was nothing but extreme pain. He was her everything, taken so soon after their wedding.
Rosemary stood next to the Mountie. For once she was silent. She knew something was wrong. The pit in her stomach, that she had originally thought was about Eleanor Roberts, had still been there long after she was caught. He's gone.
Lee ran out of the Saloon, and straight to where Rosemary stood, next to the Mountie. He couldn't believe it. Jack was gone. He felt as though he had lost his brother all over again.
Abigail held her friend tightly, whispering soothing words to Elizabeth, holding back her own tears. Jack was like a son to her. She felt the same pain she did when Peter had died. She looked at Bill with a look to get everyone to move away.
Bill stood there, staring at the scene in front of him, unable to process what had happened. Jack was practically a son to him. He couldn't be gone, just like his father, years ago. He shifted his gaze and looked at Abigail, who was giving him a pleading look to get the crowds away.
The town was dark in mourning, everyone slowly understanding what had happened and moving away on their own, or in small groups to mourn. Some were crying, others just silent.
Everyone felt the loss of Jack.
A/N y'know, I should probably say hi to ya'll and welcome you to my fanfic (the original posting did not include this note lol).
Anyways. Hi! I'm Anna. I write this fanfic. Thanks to my friends who edit my fics, for well, editing my fic lol. I have a lot planned for this fic. Don't expect anything about this to be 100% historically accurate, for example her pregnancy. I'm a teenager and not a mum, so I have no idea about any of the pregnancy experiences that you feel. I do try to do a lot of research but I tend to find I spend more time researching the meanings of the names I give my characters.
Anyways. I really hope you enjoy this fic. As always, criticism and reviews allow me to better my writing and this fanfiction, so please, if you have any tips, please let me know by reviewing/pming me.
Love you all, Anna. xx