Jack the Ripper Fanfic

Jack The Ripper-

Lately, there have been a group of gruesome murders. All the victims were killed in the same kind of manor, suggesting the same person has killed them all. This person, however, is unidentified, but has been given a nickname; Jack the Ripper.
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It was a cold, dark night in Whitechapel. The wind carried eerie whispers like something horrid was about to take place. The overcast night sky was dimly lit with a thousand stars, hopelessly trying to shine through the dense cloud coverage. The moon wasn't even visible. The air was pierced by a loud, soprano shriek. Kieran, dressed in ruffled, dark grey clothes, left the area where the scream was heard. He made his way back to the source of the sound after he attended to a few, quick things. He walked calmly there, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to himself, though, that was hard, considering he didn't exactly blend in with the crowd. He turned a corner and arrived. The body of a prostitute lay limp and lifeless, drenched in blood. Kieran walked up to the body and looked at it closely. The killer had slit the victims throat twice and cut open their stomach. It was done so well, it must've been the work of a medical expert. A few of the organs had been removed from the body. Kieran smiled.
At that moment, the police turned up, bringing along an ambulance. Kieran blinked at the bright red and blue lights shining through his long fringe. He didn't want to been seen just yet, so he stepped back into the shadows and watched intently. Two female officers stepped out of the vehicle and walked up to the body, horrified. A male officer off to the side was throwing up. Kieran laughed quietly as he revealed himself.
'Quite a good job on the incision, wouldn't you agree?' The police officers were taken back by his appearance; long white hair down to the back of his knees with a long fringe that completely covered his eyes. His smile was rather unsettling and he had a large scar that went across his face. His fingernails were very long and painted black.
'Kieran… what are you doing here?' The officers always seemed intimidated by him.
'You know I'm always first to a crime scene that involves a gruesome murder. This one, though, is very intriguing… I haven't exactly figured it out yet.'
'So, you're saying you don't know anything?'
'No, that's not it. I know something and that something is that I don't know anything.' The officers stared blankly for a bit. Kieran took great pleasure in confusing or scaring people. The two officers shrugged and suggested that Kieran went home, as he was no help at this moment. Kieran turned around and walked away, laughing.
'That is one strange guy.'
'Indeed. No matter the situation, he always has that creepy smile on his face. Though, he is a big help when it comes to murders, especially this one… I don't think anyone else would want to examine this body.' She glanced at the body once more and shivered.

Kieran was at home. He was waiting. Waiting for the police to turn up and ask him to examine the body.
'I know they'll need me sooner or later.' He smiled and took a bite out of one of his bone shaped cookies. He had been waiting about half an hour. He picked up a beaker and was about to take a sip of lukewarm black tea when there was a knock on the door.
'About time.' He exclaimed, getting up and opening the door. 'Welcome, have you come to see what it feels like to sleep in one of my self-made coffins?' He pointed to one of the numerous coffins. The police politely declined the offer, 'actually, we need your help with this case. Would you mind examining the body?'
'I thought you'd never ask.' They brought the body in and placed it on one of the examining tables.
'I see you've brought me a guest.' He looked the body over thoroughly, checking out every detail.
'Well, when I first saw the body I already noted that it was obviously done by a medical professional, so the killer is a male doctor. That should narrow down the search slightly.'
'Yes, we've already figured out that much. We've given the killer a nickname.
'What would that be?'
'Jack the Ripper.'  
The undertaker smiled, 'Lovely.'
He went back to looking at the body. He wrote a few things down on a stained piece of paper.
'She is missing quite a few internal stomach organs. One thing the killings all have in common is that all the women have their uteruses missing, they are all prostitutes and all their throats have been slit twice.' The police officers looked horrified.
'Why would anyone do that?' They questioned, looking pale. Kieran scoffed, 'I thought officers like yourselves would be used to this kind of thing.' He went back to examining his 'guest'.
'Have you made a suspect list?' The officers shuffled about nervously.
'Well, er, not quite... we're getting to it.'
'Well you're on the ball…' He sighed sarcastically, 'leave her here with me and go make a suspect list!' The officers left through the large wooden door. Kieran looked down at the body for a while, taking in all the details, wondering if there was anything he had missed. He could see his reflection in her glazed, blue eyes. He began to wonder how she'd like her funeral.
'Hm, I can picture her in a mahogany casket imported from Whales, her body being embraced by thousands of white lilies…'

The officers returned with a long suspect list.
'We've yet to narrow it down to specifics.' They handed Kieran the list. He read through it quickly.
'I see.' He said simply, 'very interesting… I noticed I am on this list, also.' He pointed a long, black fingernail at his name, 5th from the top.
'You were at the scene of the crime as it took place.'
'Call these people,' Kieran instructed, 'and find out of they have an alibi.'
'We don't take orders from the likes of you…' one officer mumbled.
'Excuse me? Did you say something?'
'Uh, no, not a word!' They turned around and made their way back to their station.
'Useless cops…' he blurted angrily. He examined the body once again.
'Hm, that's really weird.' He pulled back a piece of loose skin inside the stomach and discovered that her heart was missing. Her face had been cut, making it difficult to identify her. Kieran sat down, giving himself time to think.

A few days later the officers returned. They banged on the old wooden door loudly; the sign on the roof sloped and almost fell. The officers flinched, hoping it would stay up. 'Can we come in?'
As usual, they came in without waiting for an answer.
'Kieran, are you here?' They looked around the dark, musty room. They sat down at a wooden table and stared at the thick layer of dust.
'You'd think this place was abandoned. He really doesn't take care of it. To be quite frank, it's turned to s-'
'Oh, you're here?' Kieran emerged, his gold orb-like eyes glowing in the dark like lanterns lining the silent streets. One of the officers let out a small shriek, obviously startled by his terrifying appearance.
'Do you have the list?' He demanded, thrusting an open palm toward them.
'Yes, but I'm sure it will not be to your liking.' He passed him the list. He bit his lower lip as Kieran read through it.
'They… all have alibis?' Kieran looked up at them, his eyes glowing ferociously, but his mouth showing a sharp, grim smile.
'Well, the killer has done a magnificent job!' He exclaimed almost seeming happy. The officers looked around for a moment before asking where the body was.
'I've been keeping her in a coffin. I made her very pretty, yes I did.' He walked over to a lovely coffin that was entirely hand-made. He gestured for them to follow, and they, unwillingly, did. Kieran opened the coffin, revealing a very pretty corpse indeed, or so Kieran thought. He had dressed her in a beautiful white dress, covered her scars and stitched her up so she was in good condition. Like he was originally thinking, she was embraced with white lilies.
'All ready for your funeral, my dear?' He smiled. This was his way of creeping out people, by talking to his 'guests'. The officers looked at him, creeped out and slightly perplexed.
'I see you're dedicated?' They questioned.
'Yes. I enjoy making them wonderful for their funeral. It is very important to me.' The officers wondered of they should smile approvingly or stay silent. They remained silent.
'So, who did it?' He asked, completely out of the blue. The officers looked at each other.
'We're meant to know?' They shrugged. Kieran placed his hands on his hips.
'Well, the victim has been identified as Matilda Simonds. You need to bring her family in to identify her.'
'Right away, Kieran.' They sighed and made their way to the door.

The next day, it was cold and the street was covered with a think layer of grey fog.
'How dreary.' Kieran gazed out of the store window. He turned away and pushed back the long velvet, black curtains. He decided to go to the front door and see if anyone was walking by. He had a tendency to go to the front door and scare people when he was bored. He opened it and came face-to-face with the officers, a man in a suit and Matilda's sobbing family.
'Oh, I wasn't expecting you until 2pm, and last time I checked,' he looked at his watch, 'it was only 12pm.'
'Yes, well, they wanted come and identify her as soon as possible.' The officers answered. Kieran welcomed them inside. The family, who were posh, high-class citizens, screwed their noses up at the unhygienic state of the shop.
'Over here, please, Mr. and Mrs. Simonds.' He pointed to the coffin where Matilda was resting for all of eternity. They walked over to her coffin, filled with deep solemn.
'Oh, Matilda, darling!' They cried diamond tears onto her sweet, porcelain skin. The man in the suit walked over and patted them on the back soothingly.
Kieran scribbled a few things down. 'Thank you both for coming in today. Would you like me to arrange her funeral?' He smiled helpfully and the family agreed to leave it to him.
'How much?' Mr. Simonds asked, reaching for his brown, leather wallet. Kieran laughed,
'I don't want the queen's money! I'll do it free of charge, just show me a first rate laugh.' At this moment, Mr. and Mrs. Simonds and the officers were extremely confused.
'Would you mind stepping outside for a moment, please?' The man in the suit finally said. Mr. and Mrs. Simonds and the officers stepped outside.
'No peeking.' He stated before closing the door. Moments later and roaring laughter could be heard from outside, making the sign fall down completely.
The man opened the door, 'please do come in now.'
They all came inside to see Kieran leaning over a table.
'The funeral is free!' He struggled to speak between fits of laughter.
'Thank you.' They said, smiling nervously.
'No problem! And you and… what is his name?' He asked, pointing to the man in the black suit.
'Sebastian Michaelis, our butler.' They stated, seeming uninterested in the topic.
'Well you two and your hilarious butler can come back any time!'
'Much appreciated.' They stated, and all of them left without uttering another word. Kieran was by himself. He laughed deviously. He pulled up his sleeves that were covering his hands and went to wash off the blood that stained them. He crossed Matilda's name off of his bloodstained list.
'They're all dead.' He laughed menacingly. He heard a knock at the door. He peered through and saw the officers. He opened the door.
'Welcome back.' He grimaced. The officers came inside.
'Please, take a seat.' He directed them to a couch.
'I'll be back in a moment; I just have to retrieve something from downstairs. He left the room. The officers sat patiently and waited. Suddenly Kieran re-entered the room and threatened the two female officers with a knife.
'Do you know what else the victims had in common?' They shook their heads, terrified.
'Abortion. One of the single most selfish acts one can commit. I figured they didn't need their uteruses, so I killed them and cut them out.'
'Y-you're Jack the Ripper?'
Kieran laughed, 'you certainly took your time with that accusation.'
'Why, Kieran?' They asked sadly.
'My wife and I wanted a child, and we had been trying for months and months. She finally got pregnant and we were so happy, but a few weeks later she was the victim in a tragic accident. She died instantly, the baby going with her. The women who get abortions don't know what they're giving away. They act like it's nothing. I was jealous that those women got what I could never have. You two officers have something in common. Abortion. I'm sorry to have to do this to you.' He stepped forward and, with one quick movement, stabbed them both in the chest without a second thought. He slit their throats twice and cut open their open stomachs. Kieran walked up to the torn bodies. Red and blue lights illuminated the window. The sound of sirens blasted just outside the shop. Kieran grabbed his bloody knife and stabbed himself in the chest, the sirens echoing in his distorted mind. He hit the ground with a loud thud.
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