The Third Holmes (𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘁 𝘅 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗬/𝗡)

CHAPTER 9

Y/N grimaced as he began to type in the headline he was tasked to do.

"HORROR IN THE EAST END!"

"YET ANOTHER WOMAN OF ILL FAME BRUTALLY MUTILATED IN THE NIGHT!"

"MURDER CONFESSION LETTER SENT TO CENTRAL NEWS"

"SIGNED JACK THE RIPPER"

"Tsk, another one of these murders. I have a feeling that not only one person is responsible for this madness."

Y/N then shifted his gaze to the window in contemplation.

"I guess it's alright if I do my investigation... I am a journalist after all." Y/N smirked to himself.

***

As Y/N arrived at Whitechapel, where the murders were occurring, he observed the surroundings and saw small cramped houses and people roaming around the streets.

When he walked even more, he was able to see two groups of people, shouting at each other, clearly arguing.

"So that's the objective of the culprit... Their goal is the currently deteriorating state of Whitechapel. The soon-to-come battle between the Whitechapel militia, and the Scotland Yard and from this conflict, a proletarian revolution within the English empire."

Y/N pursed his lips. "It's quite difficult to imagine any individual to plan and execute all of this by themselves."

Y/N crossed his arms while observing the undermining chaos between the yard and the militia. "This is all just a facade to undermine the authority of the police, to inspire the people to take up arms to defend themselves and finally, to raise a militia strong enough to cause an armed uprising, and use that fact to blackmail the English government."

"Mikey will not like this one bit. The crimes of the Lord of Crime were able to put a stop to the noble's wrongdoings, making him a noble criminal. This organization, however, is just abusing its power to trample on the innocents. How disgusting!"

"I wonder if a certain someone will put a stop to what is transpiring," Y/N muttered as he saw the two groups like they were about to harm the other.

Y/N's thoughts were interrupted when a scream of a woman pierced throughout the crowd. A certain figure adorned with a black long coat and grey long hair revealed himself as he laughed maniacally.

"STILL HAVEN'T AN IDEA WHO I AM!? THEN WHY DON'T I GIVE YOU A HINT!!"

He then proceeded to stab his dagger through the woman's heart that he was holding.

"I AM HE WHOSE NAME IS TERROR ENOUGH TO STILL A BABY'S CRYING. THE ONE AND ONLY, JACK THE RIPPER!!"

Y/N's eyes widened. "I guess he did do something about it."

The one who proclaimed themselves as "Jack The Ripper" was now being chased by the yard and citizens of Whitechapel.

"Staging an enemy for the groups to reunite... How devious, Lord of Crime." Y/N smirked.

"He's probably now heading to eradicate the organization that's responsible for this... I think I have an idea where it'll be." Y/N said to himself in contemplation.

***

Y/N Holmes sneaked stealthily into an abandoned warehouse in which he knew the criminal organization was gonna hold its meeting.

Y/N lightened his footsteps so that he couldn't be heard by the men in the room and hid himself in the darkened corner, making him see what was about to transpire.