The ripper

I looked at the body on the ground. Who is it? I know all too well. Please notice it Rosie, so I don't have to say their name.... " Arthur?" She stared. I cried. Rosie never cried. This is the body of a little boy called Arthur spence, who we made friends with through pickpocket ting. Yes, Rosie and I are pick pockets. " why did they kill a child. Why? It's a child! What can a child possibly have done to deserve any of this. The worst thing poor Arthur ever done was colour outside of the lines. Maybe it's a punishment. Not for Arthur. For someone else. For....you don't think...." I glanced at Rosie. She looked like she knew the same thing as me. This was punishment for us. ......... Just to leave it as a cliff hanger I thought I'd keep this one short. That and I'm lazy. Rosie and I do some other stuff before this part that I copied and pasted to here, but you can find out all about us and Shannon here!