Ripper

Prologue:  1888- A man in a tailor coat wearing a top hat stood on the corner of Dorset Street, he stared at 13th Miller’s Court, he watched as his target walked into her house, he saw another man walk in with her “The bobbies are really trying to find me, you should keep out of her life Inspector Smith”. The man’s name was Jack, or so people called him, but to the Bobbies, his name was Jack the Ripper, he reached into his coats pocket and took out a think knife and looked at his reflection through it, his scar stood out over his eye, he looked at his wrinkles and sighed “Being old, isn’t a fun thing”. Jack saw some Bobbies coming his way, he hid his knife and took out a small book on the famous novel around ‘Sherlock Holmes’ by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle “You there”. Jack looked at the Bobbies that came this way “What are you doing out here, there’s a killer on the loose”. Jack raised his book “I’m reading, and besides, I am very careful tonight, you Bobbies are here for us”. The Bobbies walked past him continuing their patrol, Jack looked at his target’s house and watched as the man stepped out of the house and walked away, he smiled and looked at the night sky, he looked down the street both ways and saw no one in the street, he walked across the street and looked at the door of 13th Miller’s Court “You are now mine”. Jack walked up to the door and opened it, he slowly walked in, each step he took the wooden floor boards would creak, he saw a man peek out of a door and looked at Jack “Oh, another client for Mary”. The man went back in and his door, Jack smiled and walked down the hallway to another door, he looked at it and knocked on the door, the door opened and a woman at twenty-five years old opened the door, she had red hair and a beautiful face “Mary Jane Kelly, my, my you are a beauty”. Mary looked at Jack “Are you a friend of Inspector Smith”? Jack smiled and shook his head “I’m here about the murders of the other prostitutes that were murdered”. Mary saw Jack pull out his thick knife, she went to scream but Jack grabbed her by the throat and pushed her into her room, closing the door behind him, the only thing that was hurt, were the sounds of Jack’s knife, being plunged into Mary’s stomach.

125 years later- 2013- “Grant, do you copy”? Detective Jeremy Grant was a tall and muscular man, at the age of thirty-seven he looked younger, his short dark brown hair and dark brown eyes were something that made him blend in with some of the other officers at the station “This is Grant, we read you”. In front of Grant was his partner and best friend, Detective Shelby Langley, at thirty-five, her brown hair was tied up in a bun to it wouldn’t get in her hair, but the one feature that made her stand out were her dark blue eyes, she was beautiful but her beauty was something that didn’t catch Grant’s eyes “The S.W.A.T teams are nearly at the location, but won’t be there in another ten minutes, you and Langley will head in and make sure our suspect doesn’t escape”. Grant looked at Shelby and smiled “Got it, don’t let the bastard get away”. Grant took from his hoist a modified Berretta M9, unlike the standard ones, this one was a shiny metallic silver, and it’s barrel was longer than the usually, but the main feature Grant loved about his gun was the fact that his magazine held more rounds, instead of having the normal fifteen to sixteen bullets, he had an extra two bullets that never failed him “You ready”? Shelby raised her gun, a shiny metallic silver M1911, unlike the other officers, she used an older gun as it was her father’s when he was in the Vietnam, she wasn’t born when he had fought, but he kept that gun and she would use it for her father “I’m always ready”. Grant smiled and they cocked their guns “After this, I’m buying the rounds”. Shelby punched Grant’s arm “You are full of shit, now let’s get this done, I want to get home and she my little trolls”. Grant smiled and they ran to the doors of an abounded building, he looked down the streets of Time Square, it had been cleared and Grant hated it, he reached for the door knob and looked at Shelby, she nodded and Grant opened the door and went in first, he looked down the hallway of darkness, Shelby entered and closed the door, they saw a faint light and walked towards it “Headquarters, what that E.T.A on those teams”? They both heard a scream and walked fast “S.W.A.T teams will be at your location in six minutes”. Grant swore “Swear jar”. Grant looked at Shelby “Alright, but we’d best hurry”. They walked around a corner and saw stairs that lead up another level, Grant went first and was followed by Shelby “What was this place”? Grant made it to the top of the stairs and looked around the corner “It was supposed to be another office building, but was never finished due to delays”. They heard a voice and they saw an orange light, they walked slowly to the orange light and Grant peaked his head around the corner, he saw a young woman in her early thirties tied to a chair, her face was bruised and cut and her blonde hair had a bit of on it “Please, just let me go, I won’t tell anyone”. Grant saw tears running down her cheeks, he could see the fear in her eyes “I’m sorry my dear, but I can’t, I have to kill in order to make my soul stronger”. Grant looked at Shelby and twirled his finger at the side of his head, she rolled her eyes and peaked her head around the corner, she trained her gun at a man that stepped out from the shadows holding a thick knife in his hand, Grant counted to three and they both went around the corner “L.A.P.D, put your hands up”. The man didn’t turn around, Grant saw that he was wearing a black pinstriped business suit, he raised his hands and sighed “Oh my, you’ve caught me, or have you”. Grant and Shelby exchanged looks, but before they could do anything, a knife hit Grant’s right shoulder, he fell back from the force and hit the ground “Fuck”. The man made a run for it, Shelby and Grant fired their guns at him but the bullets didn’t hit their target “Jeremy are you okay”? Shelby went next to him and sat him up, he pulled the knife from his shoulder “Yeah, thank god for this vest”. He pulled back his jacket and saw a hole in his Kevlar vest at the strap on his shoulder “Check her, I’ll go after him”. Grant stood up and ran after the man whilst Shelby went to help the tied up woman.