Chapter 18: Exhaustiveness

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   "I did not say I am on a pitch to find statues of angels that can move. THAT IS INSANE. Look, The most sane thing is dragons. I am on that pitch."

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   Nightime had overwelmed the day. He is ready to do whatever is needed. As in who? Bruce Steel that is who. It's May. And he is wearing gloves. That is totally weird. Out of the world as people can describe it.  There's a group of men putting boxes into a large transportation vehicle.

   "Alright Bruch, this is your first load." A man by the name Danny Debarns said, having a smoke pipe sticking fro the side of his mouth. He sounded to be muffled at some statements  in his speech.

   "It's Bruce. Not Bruch." Steel said, disliking the nickname already. He rolled his eyes at this job  he started to dislike his job right off the bat. He had encountered several men who went by the name Bruce spelled differently and pronounced differently.

    Danny laughs.

   "Alright Bruch." He repeated, taking the pipe out of his mouth for a moment.

   Another man named Elloette Eleichman used a tractor like machine to lift down a box of cargo to the edge of the door entrance. Steel immediately  grabbed the first box and lifted it into the large entrance of the trailer.  He kicked the box  into the area a little bit harder than before.

  "Careful man. that's fragile!" Danny said, leaning on the wall as he took a smoke.

 "Whatever."  Steel said, rolling  his eyes.

   Danny looks to the starlight sky. Steel lifted two boxes into a trucks trailer. Life has so many mysteries out there that not even best scientists, mediums, nor greatest person in the world can ever answer. Except for Aliens who reside in the outer space areas.

  "Ever wonder if we are not the only ones in this universe?" Danny asked. His skin is fine as a brown Potato baked to great quality, He has a black puffy beard developing to the sides of his cheeks  and over his lips.Instead of brown eyes he has loyal blue eyes.

  Steel now has a stack of boxes. "No." He said without much hesitation. Elloette's Job is to push the cargo to the edge of the door near the truck. (Which is a very easy job itself)Aas  Danny's job is to make sure the cargo is put into the trailer  not very roughly and monitor the workers. However a good number of the workers called up sick, so it's only three people here.

  The man once made of Steel knows there are

 "Hearing about that  raven themed beast makes me believe it's from another planet, as in Pluto or Mars." Danny goes on. "It's  rumored mouth claws have  been giving me the jitters. I've been bringing my small handgun since  it had came apparent in the newspapers.Three months ago at most."

   Sounds like...BLIE! Steel realized, his eyes show signs of shock and recognizance.

 "The thing is almost  a serial killer."  Elloette said, having a big load of boxes on the big snowplow like area. He dumped them all at the edge. He acts sarcastic. "In the eyes of public and newspapers.it might as well  be the next Jack Rippper!"

  "How so?" Steel asked, taking a  break. He leans on a large part of a box. "Were any organs removed? Where the heck is a newspaper when you need to know about something...bizzar? How can a beast do...Ripperology about humanly done acts?"

   Steel knew a lot about Jack the Ripper. The unknown serial killer. Women were killed by this unknown serial killer  who had done murders in and around the Whitechapel district of London in 1888. So where did Steel  fit into that past frame?  He posed as a mannequin, a statue, and lastly he adapted to their clothing style. Now on with this paragraph. The victims had slit throats.The  removals of  at least three organs from the victims in his last killings.These facts suggested the killer  was skilled in anatomical or surgical knowledge.

However, Steel knows the identity of Jack the Ripper. Because HE IS Jack The Ripper.

   The men were amazed by Steel's vocabulary.So Elloette handed him a newspaper to Steel. The Newspaper read: Two bodies were discovered with a barely living survivor Andrea Harkness yesterday. Andrea recalled witnessing a big bumpy figure in the dark,while heading home with her two friends.sliced necks.  Slipe swip swipe.  Andrea escaped the creature  by hiding in a dumpster.

  "And if you want to live. Bruch,"  Danny warns him, flickering his smoking pipe. "You better arm yourself."

  "Yeah!" Elloette goes along,holding a beer can."We had a friend of ours get attacked by The Thing. He never came back."

  Steel crumbled the paper into a round ball of junk. Elloette drank his beer.  "It's a Exomurph." Steel told them. "They usually go on a rampage when they are lost without their owners. You can say I've done my own thing or two about these dark raven beasts."

   Elloette spits out  what he had drank all at once similar to a sprinkler. He wiped off his mouth. Danny's giving Steel weird and odd looks suspiciously, trying to make sure the man is actually joking.  Oh snap. I just intentionally told them about Blie's species. Steel quickly realized.

  "T-t-t-t-they?!"  Elloette stumbled  in his speech. His eyes filled in fear. "You mean there are more?" He turned into a cowardly man, wild in fear. From a person of sarcasm to fear.It's one thing to have ONE on the loose but more than one is scary.

  "In the words of a person who firmly believes Jack the Ripper does not simply become a monster, yes."  Steel said,lazily pushing the boxes into the trailer in a straight forward line using his foot. They made fragile sounds. Almost comparable to glass cups that met by a cheer.  The boxes flew into the trailer one by one after another kick was conducted by Steel

      Afterwork....

   Steel  has the collar off. Humans have interesting...objects to get what they are saying across. He  sat on a bed.His arms feel exhausted  from doing all the heavy lifting.  Carrying boxes of extra heavy glassware products.  "People easily fall for lies."  He had given them a fake story of how he knew.

    And it had worked.

    Steel puts the collar onto a counter that is beside his bed.

   "Maybe it isn't so bad being a human after all." The man muttered to himself,falling asleep in his bed.

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