Skulduggery Pleasant short story
Springheeled Jack is just not quite springy enough
On the rooftops of London a silhouette of a man with a top hat dances (well if you can call it dancing, some people may think he was having a stroke)
Jack's POV:
Yes! No more Tanith to worry about. Hahahaha. I've got a free city all to myself. I've got a spring in my step once again. No more Mrs hard lady ooh I've got a sword I don't care about fights being unfair I'm just cool like that. Yeah well look at you know you piece of crap. Got stuck with a remnant inside. Unlucky! As long as Sanguine is going out with her I'll be safe. Well unless they actually send me a challenging sanctuary agent. I've already killed 3. The latest one was a fat bloke named Remington steel. Yeah nice name. All it took was one moderately heavy blow to the head to make the obese, deceased. He could hardly climb a bloody ladder! In a way I kinda miss the sword lady. Dusk hasn't troubled me for a while. And that's probably because he's at the bottom of the river Thames cos he is dead. Waaaaaaaaaaagh!. I heard a baby scream It came from a flat on the opposite side of the street. And the window is open, Result!
Jack leaped across the street to the flat, and if he just glanced down he would have seen the 1954 bentley parked at the side of the road. And he would have sprang, ran and leaped away.
Jack jumped through the window and searched for the baby and that's when he realised that he fallen for the same trick that Tanith had done many years ago. Jack turned around only to get shot in the face and killed by a revolver gun shot. Skulduggery Pleasant put his façade up and he smiled.