《The Outlook: Jack the Ripper -murder scenario-》


 The Beginning

    It is a rainy day. The streets of this dirty place are full of people. Many came over from other cities or even from across the sea. Looking for a better future, a better perspective.


    London grows and with it the dirt in the streets. Everything in this city is stained and filthy. Especially Whitechapel. The part of the city which I call home.


    Beggars, prostitutes, homeless, sick, migrants. The whole arrangement of shit lives here.


    And of course the people who can¡¯t afford a better place to call home.


    I am a working man, like any other. But¡­. I made a mistake. A big mistake. I killed, no, I dismantled a prostitute. Even though I¡¯ve known her for a while. She didn¡¯t want to come with me, didn¡¯t do what I wanted her to do. Her alcohol drenched breath in my face. We started to fight and then¡­. The knife was in my hand, blood ran down it¡¯s blade, her body robbed from life. Everything happened so fast. I ran away as soon as I started to realize what had transpired. As soon as I realized that I mutilated the poor woman.If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    Now that I reached my home I have to somehow wash away the blood. By now the guards on patrol this morning must¡¯ve found the lifeless body. It is a mystery to me how nobody heard us. I know there were people nearby and a police patrol would come by soon.


    The horrible things that happened last night infused my brain with nightmares. As if someone or something told me that I did good work. Congratulating me for what I¡¯ve done. I felt¡­ satisfied. Satisfaction is what I feel after slaughtering a woman I¡¯ve known for years?


    The adrenaline. The rush. The screams. The blood¡­. The power.


    Now that the shock is gone I want more. I am hungry. Hungry for power and¡­. blood.