John The Ripper

Chapter 8- On The Run

"I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched"
-Edgar Allan Poe

Paul stormed into his study room, immediately reaching for the phone.

He lifted his fist, ready to punch a hole in a wall when he found the line was dead. Fucking storm. Instead, Paul threw the phone across the room, ripping the chord, in a state of panic, pulling on the locks of his raven hair in aggravation.

His eyes were running wild.

No, stay calm.

As badly as he wanted to take Martha and leave the bloody house to run away, he couldn't have John here... alone. He knew where he was and he wanted it to stay like that.

Paul plopped himself on the chair, drumming his fingers on the desk, looking around the room at the bookshelves and paintings, taking deep breaths. This was the room John and him had a laugh many hours ago.

How could so many things go wrong in one bloody night?? Paul remembers those awful cases about murders, drug dealers..

Never anything even a touch as bad as this ugly situation.

The young detective looked down at the files surrounding his desk. The ones of Jack the ripper. Filled with all the things he knew before he met John.

He fits nothing like his description. He seemed normal, a fun to talk to. He was someone Paul would love to have around for tea, to chat all night with.. Someone who you would never on Earth accuse of murder.

He could have been a very good man. He could have even been his partner.

Then he thinks of George..

Things change don't they?

Paul opened up a file and grabbed a sheet of paper, looking through drawers for his ink pen.

"M' John"

"Nice ta meet ya, John"

Name: John

Did he ever get this last name? Fuck, he can't remember.

"How old are ye?"

"26"

"24"

Age: 26 years old.

Paul eyed the strange man up and down, taking in every detail of the new face. Force of habit he does with any stranger, since he is a detective.

Description: Auburn hair, small brown eyes, carries black-rimmed glasses, black cape and boots. Wears a stylish top hat(all possibly stolen) English-Irish accent. Slightly crooked nose.