III: Wail

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What is this place?

Where am I?

How did I get here?

All these questions rang inside Ripper's head as he woke up in a world devoid of colour. It was almost like the cave he currently resided in, but pitch black on all sides. The ground felt wooden, which meant he was in either a weird tree or more likely inside a house.

Suddenly, a flash of light blinded Ripper at first. As his vision cleared, he could make out the shape of an open door with the silhouette of a man standing in it. As the pieces clicked together inside Ripper's brain, he realized it.

"You again."

"Indeed, Ripper."

"What do you want this time?" Ripper asked, dropping down on all fours. "Just a reminder." Ripper looked at the man confused. "Reminder about what?" Ripper asked. It was at this time that he realized the other figures surrounding him. They were all black and white as everything around him was, but they had wounds, torn off arms and exposed bones and muscles. Ripper froze in fear, realizing what they were.

They were the people he had killed in lockwood Manor.

All of them were approaching him. He tried to run away but he couldn't. It was like he was frozen in time, unable to move a muscle. The "accountant" was simply staring at him. As the dead men got closer, he could smell the rotting flesh coming off of them.

He could do nothing to stop them.

He was the prey.

As the undead touched him, he could feel their cold, dead hands grasp onto him. Like a wave they slowly surrounded and engulfed him until all that was left was a big blob of living corpses.

GASP

Ripper's eyes shot open as he woke up hyperventilating. As he looked around, he could see the surrounding area right where he left it. The cave was still there and so was everything else. The moon was illuminated the forest, casting white light all along it. While Ripper calmed down, he smelled something. Upon closer inspection it turned out to be Apollo, blood and an unknown scent. "He must be bringing someone here," Ripper thought. As the rain still pelted the ground all around him, he realized Apollo was only around a klick away. "Finally, some food" He thought. "Wait, who's the unknown?" Ripper asked himself. To be safe, he walked to a dark corner of the cave, intending to hide himself.

"How long until we get there?"

"We're about 7 mikes away."

"What's a mike?"

"A minute."

"Wait... I recognize that voice..." Ripper thought. The voice was familiar, but he couldn't place his finger on who it belonged to.

San Francisco, 2:35 PM

Birds were chirping and flowers blooming. It was a clear and sunny day as cars buzzed by while the city of San Francisco experienced another day, not different at all from the others that had passed before it. Cafes and streets were filled with the citizens of the metropolitan city, each one of them making the city feel just a little bit more alive.

William Ferguson was in his Rolls Royce that was driven by his personal driver.

"No, no... yes, I'll come pick you up, don't worry," William said, putting his phone into his pocket. "My daughter wants me to come pick her up. Take a small detour," He said, talking to his driver.

Then, he remembered something, pulling his phone back out of his pocket and calling.

"Is this Christopher?"

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