On October 16, 1888, George Lusk, Freemason and head of the Whitechapel Vigilance Committee , received a small parcel containing half a human kidney, preserved in wine, with this letter:
From hell,
Mr Lusk,
Sir I send you half the Kidne I took from one woman and prasarved it for you tother piece I fried and ate it was very nise I may send you the bloody knif that took it out if you only wate a chil longer
signed Catch me when you can Mishter Lusk
Dr. Openshaw, Pathological Curator of the London Hospital Museum, examined and found the kidney to be similar to the one removed from the body of Catherine Eddowes and it also was in an advanced state of Bright's disease; findings were inconclusive though and he later denied the above statement.
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20150728
Net Deployed
Jack and Warren spend several days analyzing the information collected thus far on the killer's methods, body drops, witness testimony, and forensic material collected(precious little unfortunately.) They devise a surveillance plan, covering the area Warren believes the two women may be living, his ghosts, Jack's love and her sister. For the time being, Jack has limited what he shares about himself and the people they are searching for; Warren is polluted enough and knowing all the details will not help them find Norman or the women any faster. Besides, Warren may find he can't accept all the truth behind these and previous events caused by universal travelers, like myself. Time ripping causes many problems and pre-knowledge can greatly disturb the balance of future history. Once the facts are exposed, they can never be totally covered and forgotten by those who discovered them.
Jack prays his adversary will get complacent, as he grows more bored with the game, making a mistake or careless in his habits, allowing an opportunity to trip him up or stop him cold. Norman is a brilliant and devious man, but with little patience when he is no longer enjoying a current sadistical pleasure. This plan Jack and Warren are now ready to deploy, it's a great risk and even more damage could be triggered if Jack pushes too far.
Dawning a new disguise, drunken street tramp, Jack sets out to make himself at home and even manages to fool Warren, who is dressed as a bobby on the beat. Even the law must be maintained in all the disorder; especially if their plan works and they find Grace and Stella. Time is on no ones side now.
Jack prays his adversary will get complacent, as he grows more bored with the game, making a mistake or careless in his habits, allowing an opportunity to trip him up or stop him cold. Norman is a brilliant and devious man, but with little patience when he is no longer enjoying a current sadistical pleasure. This plan Jack and Warren are now ready to deploy, it's a great risk and even more damage could be triggered if Jack pushes too far.
Dawning a new disguise, drunken street tramp, Jack sets out to make himself at home and even manages to fool Warren, who is dressed as a bobby on the beat. Even the law must be maintained in all the disorder; especially if their plan works and they find Grace and Stella. Time is on no ones side now.
20150727
Unknown Plans
What are you doing Stella? Stella? What. A flat reply is returned. That is precisely what I'm asking you. Grace spies a familiar tin sitting on the desk and Stella is busy writing something out. I had an idea, that's all. Nothing for you to be concerned about, dear sister. Everything you do is a concern for me now. Grace moves closer, but Stella covers what she is working on. Did he give you more instructions? Oh, you could say that, but not related to my current diversion. Go, take your evening walk and don't give me another thought, everything is just fine. Grace can see her sister will not give up any further information and she appears calm, which is a good sign. I promise not to kill anyone tonight...(that will come later goes through Stella's mind like a song.) Displaying her sweetest smile, Stella gently pushes Grace out the door and waves.
Leaning back against the hard wood, shutting the door, she smiles in a way that always frightens her victims speechless. Saying to herself, I have some plans to make and the solitude will aid me in my task. A low growl escapes her throat, with a tongue curling around her fangs, she returns to the desk to finish her letter.
Leaning back against the hard wood, shutting the door, she smiles in a way that always frightens her victims speechless. Saying to herself, I have some plans to make and the solitude will aid me in my task. A low growl escapes her throat, with a tongue curling around her fangs, she returns to the desk to finish her letter.
At Odds
Dusk creeps along the streets and dirty alley ways in Whitechapel. Only the pubs and brothels will stay open, providing entertainment and some escape for those who need it.
Norman is preparing to go out and Stella watches him keenly as he dresses; sprawled out on the bed, she tries to catch his gaze, but he is lost in thought. A fire starts to smolder in her guts, a growing rage she is all too familiar with lately.
You're going to see her, aren't you? Silence. Norman pulls on his coat and takes his top hat off the peg, moving towards the door in one motion. Stella's anger, fueled by his indifference to her, causes her to jump from the bed and stand between him and the door. You're going to see that bitch again...you're precious whore...well...answer me!! Narrowing his steely eyes, advancing without any fear, he looks her straight in the face. You bore me sometimes, especially when you're like this...besides, I like my little diversions and you can always find a playmate. Pushing her aside, he opens the door and leaves. Stella steps into the doorway and calls after him. You may regret it! Norman disappears, down the dark alley. Very soon, you will regret it...says Stella, softly to the night air.
Norman is preparing to go out and Stella watches him keenly as he dresses; sprawled out on the bed, she tries to catch his gaze, but he is lost in thought. A fire starts to smolder in her guts, a growing rage she is all too familiar with lately.
You're going to see her, aren't you? Silence. Norman pulls on his coat and takes his top hat off the peg, moving towards the door in one motion. Stella's anger, fueled by his indifference to her, causes her to jump from the bed and stand between him and the door. You're going to see that bitch again...you're precious whore...well...answer me!! Narrowing his steely eyes, advancing without any fear, he looks her straight in the face. You bore me sometimes, especially when you're like this...besides, I like my little diversions and you can always find a playmate. Pushing her aside, he opens the door and leaves. Stella steps into the doorway and calls after him. You may regret it! Norman disappears, down the dark alley. Very soon, you will regret it...says Stella, softly to the night air.
20150721
A Plea
Jack's room fills with the light of morning and all shadows are cast back into their temporary pits.
Warren, no longer slumping or drowsy, takes a deep breath and exhales, through his nostrils, with a determination he hasn't felt in many weeks. Pushing himself up with one fluid thrust of strength, he stands over Jack. Look at me Jack...and you better make sure you meet my gaze. Startled at the tone and forcefulness in Warren's voice, Jack raises his head and looking straight at Warren, waits for the boots to drop.
Remembering the countless witness and suspect interviews he has conducted, Warren puts his hands on his hips and starts in...I seem to be lacking some information and if you could enlighten me, then I can better ascertain possible options for proceeding. One thing is very clear to me and that is your confidence has abandoned you for some reason; I don't particularly grasp this, since the first night we met, you seemed to posses an ability to keep going, no matter the danger or circumstances. I was amazed by your singular and apparent lack of concern for your own safety and the sheer determination to protect others, even though some unknown to you. Are you going to sit there and tell me you've completely given up, that all the fight raging in your soul has been extinguished? How could you even consider giving up or in to such a devil of a man as The Ripper, who clearly is your nemesis and he himself will not rest until all his evil desires and fiendish plans have been fully sated? When I saw you standing in the courtyard and the ghost-like women vanished, you looked at me, without a trace of fear and such profound determination across your face, touched with empathy I could not fathom ...my soul was riveted where I stood. It seemed as though you could change the course of history. Am I wrong in thinking that that is why you're here? We can't save those who have already perished under the Rippers knife, but we can take the blade out of his hand and put it in ours...
Taking his right hand off his hip, Warren stretches it out, towards Jack and holds it there. Well, what do you say...are we partners in this quest?
Jack stands up, still looking at Warren and extending his own right hand, grasps the policeman's in a a shake that will forever bind them together. A smile creeps across Warren's face and Jack utters words he thought long forgotten and unusable...thank you, my friend.
Warren, no longer slumping or drowsy, takes a deep breath and exhales, through his nostrils, with a determination he hasn't felt in many weeks. Pushing himself up with one fluid thrust of strength, he stands over Jack. Look at me Jack...and you better make sure you meet my gaze. Startled at the tone and forcefulness in Warren's voice, Jack raises his head and looking straight at Warren, waits for the boots to drop.
Remembering the countless witness and suspect interviews he has conducted, Warren puts his hands on his hips and starts in...I seem to be lacking some information and if you could enlighten me, then I can better ascertain possible options for proceeding. One thing is very clear to me and that is your confidence has abandoned you for some reason; I don't particularly grasp this, since the first night we met, you seemed to posses an ability to keep going, no matter the danger or circumstances. I was amazed by your singular and apparent lack of concern for your own safety and the sheer determination to protect others, even though some unknown to you. Are you going to sit there and tell me you've completely given up, that all the fight raging in your soul has been extinguished? How could you even consider giving up or in to such a devil of a man as The Ripper, who clearly is your nemesis and he himself will not rest until all his evil desires and fiendish plans have been fully sated? When I saw you standing in the courtyard and the ghost-like women vanished, you looked at me, without a trace of fear and such profound determination across your face, touched with empathy I could not fathom ...my soul was riveted where I stood. It seemed as though you could change the course of history. Am I wrong in thinking that that is why you're here? We can't save those who have already perished under the Rippers knife, but we can take the blade out of his hand and put it in ours...
Taking his right hand off his hip, Warren stretches it out, towards Jack and holds it there. Well, what do you say...are we partners in this quest?
Jack stands up, still looking at Warren and extending his own right hand, grasps the policeman's in a a shake that will forever bind them together. A smile creeps across Warren's face and Jack utters words he thought long forgotten and unusable...thank you, my friend.
20150719
High Price
Morning is blurred by the thick fog that hangs over the city; a grayness that seeps into souls. Jack steps away from the window and peers into the dark cave of his room. Not clearly remembering all of the past evening, he resumes his seat on the bed and looks at his unexpected roommate, slumped in the only chair in the room. Lighting the bedside lamp, the flame casts pale shadows over Warren's face. Humans are so vulnerable when they sleep...but then, all living beings are, even ones with devils inside. Jack, reluctant to wake a peaceful looking rest, places his hand on Warren's knee; shaking him awake means setting an avalanche in motion, no turning back now. Feeling like the world is coming to an end, Jack wiggles Warren's knee and calls out. Time to wake up my friend.
In the dim light, Warren tries to focus his tired eyes only to realize the face across from him is strange...all he can recognize is the unmatched eyes starring back at his. Not wishing to upset the man before him, considering his state of mind the night previously, he quietly asks what has happened.
Eyes close and head bends down, with shoulders following in a droop...a short, but heavy sigh escapes lips in a grimace.
The villain came to see me, here, in my own room; waiting like a lover, but all he feels is hate. A guaranteed promise of destruction to all that are precious to me was the message he conveyed. I wanted to kill him, I could have done it, even though it meant I would die for it on the gallows, if caught. But all I could do was stand there and cry...a feeble, gutless shell of a man; he just stood there, disgusted and disappointed, taunting a broken foe and pushing me to attack him by making threats of death. Then he left and I panicked, followed by rage against my apathy only to be threatened again with damnation as he exited the building.
Befriending me has been a great mistake and I fear you will pay the price...
In the dim light, Warren tries to focus his tired eyes only to realize the face across from him is strange...all he can recognize is the unmatched eyes starring back at his. Not wishing to upset the man before him, considering his state of mind the night previously, he quietly asks what has happened.
Eyes close and head bends down, with shoulders following in a droop...a short, but heavy sigh escapes lips in a grimace.
The villain came to see me, here, in my own room; waiting like a lover, but all he feels is hate. A guaranteed promise of destruction to all that are precious to me was the message he conveyed. I wanted to kill him, I could have done it, even though it meant I would die for it on the gallows, if caught. But all I could do was stand there and cry...a feeble, gutless shell of a man; he just stood there, disgusted and disappointed, taunting a broken foe and pushing me to attack him by making threats of death. Then he left and I panicked, followed by rage against my apathy only to be threatened again with damnation as he exited the building.
Befriending me has been a great mistake and I fear you will pay the price...
20150716
Exhaustion
Jack...Jack...Damn it Jack, stop! Stepping in front, Warren grabs Jack's shoulders. What do I have to do to get through to you? Tears soaking his lashes, Jack looks into Warren's face. I can't do this anymore, I am too tired...exhausted from all the blood, ripped flesh, and finding innocent people dead like trash on the street. You don't understand, you can't comprehend just how many there have been. What do you mean? Are there more than the last five victims? Yes. Where...where are they Jack?! Ha-ha-ha hysterical laugh combined with sobs Do you actually think this f'ing bastard has only done this in London...England and just in 1888 Warren? Do you? Jack's voice raises in pitch. Think about it man, he is not your run-of-the-mill killer. He is a serial killer for god's sake and will keep on until he is stopped...dead...in his tracks! He has 'skills' beyond the knowledge of this day... Yes, but so do you Jack and you're not murdering anyone. Right now, that is all I am thinking about...just one man needs to die to end this reign of terror.
Warren sees the state his new friend is in and he grows more concerned. Jack, you need to calm down and get hold of yourself; how can I help you otherwise? You need to rest. Where are your lodgings? Seething in Fenchurch. There's a cab, it will be quicker and then you can better explain what is really going on here. Jack collapses inside the carriage and silence falls between them. Arriving at Jack's lodgings, Warren gets him to his room and again Jack passes out, this time on the bed, in a heap resembling dirty laundry. Warren stares at the man unconscious before him and wonders how long he has suffered the tortures of the damned. What had he done to deserve the burdens he carries and why is he so obsessed with the killer who has been terrorizing his city. All he can do now is wait until this broken man wakes up...what may happen in the meantime begins to weigh on Warren's shoulders...no one seems to be free now...as Warren gazes out the window, he can see the lights in the Tower of London just a few blocks away, how ironic.
Warren sees the state his new friend is in and he grows more concerned. Jack, you need to calm down and get hold of yourself; how can I help you otherwise? You need to rest. Where are your lodgings? Seething in Fenchurch. There's a cab, it will be quicker and then you can better explain what is really going on here. Jack collapses inside the carriage and silence falls between them. Arriving at Jack's lodgings, Warren gets him to his room and again Jack passes out, this time on the bed, in a heap resembling dirty laundry. Warren stares at the man unconscious before him and wonders how long he has suffered the tortures of the damned. What had he done to deserve the burdens he carries and why is he so obsessed with the killer who has been terrorizing his city. All he can do now is wait until this broken man wakes up...what may happen in the meantime begins to weigh on Warren's shoulders...no one seems to be free now...as Warren gazes out the window, he can see the lights in the Tower of London just a few blocks away, how ironic.
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