John The Ripper

Deafening Silence -Preview

London, 1888

John stood up on his feet with a groan, wiping the thick beads of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

He let out a shaky breath, looking down upon his masterpiece with awe and sweet, glimmering eyes.

Right next to his feet, laid a petite woman --John couldn't give a shit about her name-- Her limbs spread apart like a star and her head tilted to the side. She was as pale as a sheet of paper, wearing a short, lacy purple dress with black stockings and heels. Blood stained her perfect whore-ish outfit and her entire torso was gruesomely ripped open, all gushy organs seeping out.

John kneeled down next to the woman again and brushed a small lock of short, black hair away from her stony, horrified face.

"No need to sell yourself anymore, darling" He whispered, almost sweetly, directly into her ear, inhaling her scent which was a mixture of light flowers and a grotty stench of human flesh.

John reached into the pocket of his black cape and pulled out his notebook with his leather-gloved hand, ripping out a sheet of paper, scribbling on it, knowing he was quickly running out of time.

I gave the lady no time to squeal. How can you catch me now? I love my work and will start again

-Jack The Ripper

John laid the small paper in her bony hand, and kissed her forehead before standing back up.

John held his breath as he listened intently, and though there was deafening silence, he could sense the people coming. Soon.

The next second, the man dressed in all black was disappearing into the foggy night, cape dancing up and boots stepping into wet puddles on the streets. John held his black top-hat down with his right hand to keep from escaping his head and held his other hand in a fist as he ran

and ran

and ran..