Looking at the blood dripping from my blade, I slowly turn to my victim. "This is what happens when you get to close." opens up my book and writes in a corner "1- 11- 15 another person to die by my hand. I shall never be caught by the damned people of this world who tend to get way too close in my business. This world isn't ready to see the hell I bring to them. They just wouldn't understand."Sirens screaming through the night I flee from the scene and watches in complete darkness the frustration the officers feel as they see another victims neck ripped wide open from my blade. Slowly walking away from the scene with a deep laughter . The fear of the police men starts to shiver through there spines. I let out after my laugh with my voice echoing "I will be coming after all of you." Then just like that I vanish.
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Jack the ripper
Historical FictionJack the Ripper is the best known name given to an unidentified serial killer or killers active in the largely impoverished areas in and around the Whitechapel district of London in 1888. Years later after immortality seeks revenges on those who got...
