Blood in White Chapel

Chapter Six

The brunet has convicted himself to a form of solitary confinement. Myron locked himself away in his abode. His ghostly blue hues stared at everything and nothing. Even with the greatest struggle of will, he could not pull himself from his thoughts. It was only the sound of a harsh hard knocking at the wood door that withdrew him from his thoughts at his desk. For a brief moment, he considered neglecting the person on the other side. He was hoping they would just leave.

"God dammit you daft bastard."

He felt his odds plummet to zero. Myron immediately recognized the voice. A heavy sigh fell off his chest as he pushed out of the small wooden desk chair. He swung the front door open with great hesistation. He was met by a newsprint. Blue eyes scanned the page, two things caught his attention. The name and date in the headlines.

1 October 1888 and Catherine Eddowes.

As the print moved out of the way, he was greeted by the blinding sunlight and Hayes. A most unfavorable combination. A loud groan escaped his lips and he contemplated slamming the door shut. He lifted his hand to his brow to shield his eyes from the sun. His palm fell to cover his eyes entirely as he shuffled back into the tiny studio.

"Feel better now?"

Myron just groaned again as he fell onto his bed with a forgiving thump. Hayes closed the door behind him. He assumed residence in the before occupied desk chair.

"Fuckin' hell, Hayes.... I've been doing this job a long, long time. Most people in our career do no make it to our age."

A belly laugh filled the space and caused Myron to flinch. He had never been too fond of sudden and loud noises.

"I don't know what happened other than I got fuckin' lucky. Real fuckin' lucky."

Hayes continued to chuckle at the brunet as he sat up on the bed. His eyes fixated on his black bag as Hayes opened that annoying mouth of his to speak.

"Your instincts have never lead you wrong before. And from the telegraph, that's what it sounded like."

Aggravated, Myron rose from the bed and began pacing back and forth across the tiny space. The old wooden floors creaking in places from the strain of weight.

"I've also never come so close to being caught."

He stopped suddenly, gaze shooting to the feeble idiot occupying his chair. It surprised Hayes of which the speed that Myron approached him. The brunet hadn't been thinking about it. In fact, he had forgotten. The adrenaline and rage that filled him that September night clouded his mind. Hands dug into the black bag on the chair back, Hayes scooted to the edge of the chair, eying the other with caution. Myron removed a clothed bundle and held it out to the blond. Confused, he did take the bundled cloth, laying it on the desk before he began to unwrap it.

Hayes immediately recognized the organ and began snapping his fingers at Myron. The brunet knew what his companion wanted. Within seconds, the black case of surgical tools was within his hand. Brown hues focused on the now browned chunk. The sharpened metal slicing, with comfort, into the sinew, falling away with little resistance.

A gasp was heard. The blond couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at the bundle of matter in front of him.

"What is that?"

Myron questioned with naivety. He wasn't the one with the medical license in this case.

"A fetus."

Was the reply that the brunet almost missed. Hayes was aghast. That one word had Myron across the room.

"It really is her, isn't it?"

He dared raise his voice, he did not need unwanted attention but the dismay he felt, shook his core. Hayes took a deep breath before he opened the curtain, sunlight flooding the room. The bundle began to sizzle and pop as if Hayes had poured a chemical on it that caused a caustic reaction. It charred and ashed.

There was a sadness in those blue eyes.

It passed quickly and was replaced with a fury beyond others.

"Hayes."

Myron muttered as he grabbed his coat and scarf, tying the wool accessory around his neck before he spoke again to his companion.

"I need to speak with the Association, let's go."

Four dead.

Two remain.