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Death. Decay. Sorrow. A killer is on the loose and someone will die tonight. London sleeps as it prowls the streets; lit dimly in a candle’s glow. Not even the maze of industries lined neatly among a path of cobblestones could stop the murderous intent of a vile beast.The night was a sombre blue and there wasn’t a single star in sight. Don’t stop. Keep Running.
“Another Victim?”
She was a young woman with rosy cheeks and pale skin. Her body was small and frail but filled with features so beautiful not even rigour mortis or the wound spilling red could make her any less gorgeous. She was a China doll; fragile and lifeless. That was the first attribute those dull witted officers had noticed. There were four men in total gathered around her corpse, yet none had tended to the scene. If they were smarter, they would have seen its prints.
It was a narrow alley. One that two people couldn’t walk down side by side.The walls were littered with advertisements for ‘The Three Sails’, a tavern that stood proudly in White chapel a few blocks away. It was close to most back streets. Even those where others had died by its hands. Placed almost in an artistic way. Like a painting on display. A work of art to be marvelled at.
All so young, all no longer free, all died in agony. It watches in the shadows once the deed is done. Adrenaline rush.The pleasant chills of not being caught. It swallows it up. It is wrath. It is greed. It is gluttony. Don’t be deceived. Jack The Ripper is on the loose. They won’t find it. Won’t feed it to the noose.
Which will be its victim next? Who will it choose? To cut?To slice? Or to tear apart? RUN! You must RUN! Or You’ll be next.
It’s night again. The sky once more is a sombre blue. No clouds or stars in sight. Not even the Owls dare to move tonight. Its claws are bare; metallic and sharp. Don’t touch. It sits there poised as it counts by hour. 9pm. 10pm. 11pm. Finally 12pm. The witching hour. It’s on the prowl again.
To be alone is suicide. Especially on the streets at this time of night. Yet here she was. Another for its gallery. The fruit so ripe it melts in your mouth. It entices you. Take another bite. It is lust. It is envy. Watch out. RUN! It has spotted. It has decided. It is coming for you.
Death.Decay.Sorrow. A killer is on the loose and someone else will die tonight.