This is just something I'm making in my brain and pulling out of my ass lmao
Back in 1888, there was a serial killer around the Whitechapel district in London. His main targets were prostitutes, he killed them by slashing their throats, and removing...
It's about that time again. Time to run around blind and hope for the best that I find something good.
Life's been hard, I needed to be more alert and I had to make sure no one steals my stuff. Not to mention the fact that I have to steal shit.
Dammit, I'm 23 already, why can't I just get a job instead?
I know why, this may be more risky, but the amount of money I get is higher than whatever job I can get. And besides, I might end up alone, and with no friends if I ever decide to get a job.
Remember Cayden? That kid from 1873? The androgynous one, yeah. He's gone, don't know where he went, he said he wanted to grab something, then since I got bored, I took off
Big mistake.
I miss the guy, he's about the only friend I have. I should've waited longer...
Now, that's not something I have to focus on. I have to focus on my current situation. There are 6 guards, 3 are on patrol, 2 are on break and 1 protects the stash. Stash of money
My story, my stuff
I get a smoke bomb from my bag, and throw it towards the guy near the stash.
It hits the guy square on the head, and as soon as the smoke spreads, I grab what I can and run the fuck away.
The life of someone like me is hard. Stealing things, making sure people don't steal your things, having to kill people. It just doesn't feel right. Doesn't feel as un-right as I do now that I'm in an alley. Why the hell did I even come here?
That's when I saw two guys up ahead, I look back and see another guy, said guys have knives and I only had one smoke bomb. Oh boy...
"Hey there, (Y/n)..." The guy behind me says, inching closer. "What do you want, Jason?" I asked in an attempt to start a conversation. He just chuckles and inches closer faster. Clearly he wants the money.
Ok, stay calm. Find a way out of here... There aren't many things to grab onto, so I can't climb up. There aren't many things I can use as a weapon, so I can't defend myself. I'm literally standing here, intimidated. I wanted to stay calm but the guys with knives make it hard to stay calm.
Suddenly, one of the guys just drop dead, into a pool of his own blood, and the guy next to him just gets his face stabbed and throat slit with whatever concealed blade the murderer used. The other guy drops dead as well.
I, as well as Jason, run like hell, away from the guy. After what felt like only a few seconds of running, the exact same guy jumps on Jason, slashing his throat.
I stand there, frozen. Not being able to move from fear. The man looks at me, his cold stare colder than mine.
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The pedestrian behind him gets a knife lodged in her throat. Poor lady. The man throws a smoke bomb on the ground, blocking my vision, for the smoke is thicker than the smoke I had in my smoke bomb.
The smoke clears, and the man is gone. The only trace he left of his existence are the rotting corpses of his victims.
I run home. Yes, believe it or not, I have a house, but it's small.
Don't bother with it...
I usually have nothing laying around, but since the money I stole got me a good amount of stuff, I just bought stuff that made my house look less like a warehouse and more like a normal, small house. Anyways, I was just resting ny eyes... Ok I was sleeping, when I heard a scream of agony a few blocks away.
"Maybe towards Whitechapel district..." I thought, looking through my window and looking where the scream came from, then I saw that it really was coming from the Whitechapel district. "Definitely the Whitechapel district..."
I'm not gonna bother, I might as well read the newspapers tomorrow...
*The night passes by*
I wake up on my bed, looking around my house for anything I may need for today. I grab whatever I need; a knife, a couple smoke bombs, and a mask to make sure I don't breathe the poisonous mist inside the bombs people use these days. I head out, seeing a kid selling newspapers, I stealthily walk up behind him, and snatch one without getting caught. I make sure I'm out of his line of sight before I start to read. Then I saw a specific event on the front page.
"Prostitute killed at the Whitechapel district..." I read, something's going on... I make my way over to said district to see what's there, and right there, on the ground, is the corpse of Mary Ann Nichols... Her throat was slashed and her internal organs were taken out. It was clean too, not the corpse, the cut where the organs were taken from. I was impressed, scared, but impressed. "This guy must be a surgeon," I mumbled, walking away since a crowd already gathered. I see some people who are basically paid to do stuff, walking towards me with a negative intent and I can feel it.
Better run
I start to walk at a walking speed I'm pretty sure can beat theirs, so I keep said speed, walking away from literally everything.
Ok, let's see here...
I feel a hand grab my shoulder, and I didn't bother looking, since I already had a gun pointed at him without him seeing, I pull the trigger, killing him quickly. Blood splattered across the wall as the man falls flat on his back, limp, lifeless.
Everyone started to run, including me, basically, the area was cleared from that point, and from there? Well I went on ahead and looked for something to eat...
