John The Ripper

Chapter 1- The WhiteChapel Murderer

August 31st, 1888

Murder!

Mysterious killer by the name of Jack The Ripper gruesomely mutilated prostitute Mary Ann Nichols-

    The woman set the newspaper back on its rack with an expressionless face.

She didn't need to read anymore, it wasn't going to do her any good. It would only frighten her.

And she had a job to do.

The sun had finished its daily course and the streets began to clear out. People trudging to their homes with nearly boring and tired appearances.

The woman began to prowl around buildings, looking for the strange, lonely men that would take her for the remainder of the night, removing her dignity to keep bread on the table.

Occasionally, she would pass by other fellow women who she would simply glare at.

Stealing her bloody business..

The woman stayed solitary by a wall, fixing her long, puffy dress and her ridiculously tall hat, seeking around the alleys and muddy roads for takers.

Then, from directly across the street, she caught a glimpse of a lone shadow of a stranger. He was looking down and playing with something he was holding that she couldn't quite see.

The woman decided to give this a go.

She held her dress up and walked across the street, not directly approaching the stranger, but resting on the wall next to him, hoping he would notice her.

"How much?" She heard the man grumble with a accent, a mixture of tiny bit Irish and pure English. He didn't even look up at her.

"15 shillings" The woman offered with a slight smile.

"20" The man began to walk deep into an alley and the woman followed closely, steadily holding up her dress to keep from dragging on the pavement.

Deep into the alley, she began to remove her corset, but before she knew it, the man had swiftly moved behind her. The woman didn't think much of it, thinking he would do it himself..

But then a leather hand vigorously grabbed at her neck, instantly choking her. He kept a grip on her mouth to keep her from making another noise.

In the dim street lights, the panicking woman caught a sight of the man's small, almond eyes that looked upon her large, bulging ones with hunger. He had auburn hair peeking from below his black hat. He growled into her ear.

He let go of her neck, but keeping a firm grip on her mouth, and reached into his pocket, and pulling out a sharp, 6 inch knife, which he had just finished sharpening.

The woman screamed muffly against the hand, clawing at it and throwing her legs around uselessly.

"Quit moving, love. Don't make this hard on yourself..." He gently whispered into her ear then biting the skin roughly.