A Simple Story About A Mad Man
Part 1

The year was 1888 and it was a chilly night in Whitechapel. The hookers wandered the streets in search for someone to give them a simple intimate act for either money or food. The streets seemed to be abandoned with the few who still were out at night.

What the people of Whitechapel didn't know was their nightmares would be answered with one single man alone.

…

Maka Albarn, a prostitute wandered the street like usual. She had recently given a man her body for a single piece of bread. The food hadn't given her the satisfaction she wanted but she was still grateful for having some food in her belly.

She was in search for her dear friend Patty. They always meet up at the in before they checked in to sleep against a rope standing but she was an hour late and the in started to close down. She was very worried for her friend since only a few days ago a woman was killed. She had suffered a deep cut in her throat. She remembered seeing the officers take the body away and she saw the assault toward her neck. The wound had been so deep she had almost lost her head

Of course she got even more worried about her dear friend. There was a murderer on the loose and the streets had become even more dangerous for her and her friend.

"Patricia, where are you?" She hollered but got no answer.

Where could she be? She had never been late before. She really hopes she was okay.

The air got quicker colder and her breath came out as white smoke. She was lucky she wore her home. One her body she wore three skirts and under the first layer of her skirt was a little bag with a little sugar and tea in it.

She was quite warm clothed but not enough to keep the ice nibbling air away from her.

Maka crossed the streets of Whitechapel when she heard a chocked whimper. The young prostitute's interest was heightened and so was her fear.

She was always afraid. No matter what situation she was in, she was always afraid. During her affairs with men, during night when she and Patricia wandered the streets and even in the daylight walking down the road, she was afraid. There had only been one person who had managed to make her feel safe but that was a very long time ago and he probably didn't remember her.

Her heart started to beat harder and faster.

"Hello? Is someone there?" she asked and her voice shook in fear when she rounded the corner. Her eyes went wide as the size of cartwheels.

In front of her laid the body of her dear friend Patricia. Her eyes dull and the once life filled eyes had been fully drained. From her neck streamed red liquid and then became a wide puddle underneath her. But what frightened her most wasn't her dead body or the smell of copper.

It was the man kneeling over her.

There was a man hovering over her. He was dressed in a long black coat and a pitch black top hat on his head. In his hand he grasped a double egged blade which was covered in crimson blood. The blood of her dear friend Patricia. The man held the knife toward her stomach, like if he would cut her guts out of her.

The man hadn't noticed her until a cold blooded shriek escaped her vocal cords. The murderer snapped his head toward her and his face was covered of the darkness the alley provided. The only thing she could see was two large red eyes.

The man over her friend's dead body made a growling noise and leaped toward Maka with his blade ready to pierce her body.

She screamed in horror and noradrenaline rushed through her veins. She didn't want to die. Not like this. Dying at the hands of this man was something she wouldn't want.

Her legs quickly took her away from the alley. Without even knowing it she was running away from the murderer. He was right at her heels with the blade raised above his head like a crazy person.

"Stay away from me!" She pleased as she ran but he didn't stop. The sound from his boots hitting the curbstone was still resonating throughout the streets of Whitechapel. He was close but she didn't dare to look behind her.

She whimpered in fright and suddenly she got an idea. Quickly, her feet stopped and the brown barrels she just passed by. Quickly she pushed them with all her might and managed to push them over. This might buy her some time.

She saw the man and she yelped and quickly started to run again.

The man growled in annoyance and she through she might be able to escape, but she was far from right.

Her goal was the police station but it was still a long run.

As she rounded the corner to the town square she was met by a knife driven in the wall just in front of her. She gave out a loud cry of fear and she fell back down on her behind.

The man dressed in a black coat stood in front of her. He pulled the blade out from the wall and took long steps toward her.

Maka Albarn was shaking in fear. She crawled backwards in a desperate attempt to get away from Patricia's murderer.

Was her life going to end here? Was she going to get murdered by the same person who took her friend's life?

Maka hadn't been this scared and frightened all her life. She had never felt save in her life. Only in the company of her long-lost childhood friend was she safe.

The man kicked her in the stomach and she went flying into a wall. All her air in her lungs was forced to leave and she was left gasping for air and her back and torso in pain.

The footsteps of the man echoed in the town square. Now, the murderer stood in front of her, hovering over her just as he had done to Patricia just a few minutes ago. Her heartbeat banged hard inside of her ribcage and she was afraid to break a rib.

Red eyes pierced into her green ones. She had seen red eyes like that before. They belonged to the only person who she thought she was safe with. Could he really do something like this to her? No, he wouldn't… he probably didn't even know she existed anymore.

He raised the knife and as a last attempt to save herself, she screamed at the top of her lungs. "SOMEONE HELP ME!"

The sound of officers and dogs barking was heard and the blade of her assaulter stopped. He looked toward the sound and then back at her, like to decide to flee or finish the job and risk being caught.

His red eyes turned toward her. They twinkled with annoyance, hatred and lust for blood.

The man quickly took off and disappeared in an alley when the officers entered the town square.

"There! Someone is there!" A man screamed and they ran toward me.

The ten approximately seven minutes she had gone through had paralyzed her. She had found her friend dead and been hunted by her murderer to eventually almost gotten killed when the officers had saved her.

Her green eyes caught sight of a paper lying on the ground with the text "The Ripper strikes again." If the man she had encountered had been the infamous man known as Jack The Ripper. He had indeed stricken again.

…

The officers had taken me to the headcounters where they had questioned Maka what had occurred and she had given them all the answers she possessed. She gave them the location of where she had found the man kneeling over her friend's corpse to every little detail of the man's appearance.

"A man with a black long coat and matching top hat." The officer known as Black*Star rested his chin on his hand while his eyebrows were narrowed together. He was obvious thinking over the information. "And red eye. There aren't many people in Whitechapel with red eyes."

"But sir, you know Wes Evans had a violin concert this night and Soul Evans was at his concert was well. They both have alibies." Black*Star's assistant known as Jacqueline said. "And their parents were there as well. They are the only people in London who have red eyes."

Black*Star clasped his hands together as he thought even harder at the information Maka had given them. "I know dear. That is what makes this case much harder to solve. A man as Jack The Ripper should be easy to find since he murders the prostitutes on the streets. It is like he uses magic to disguise himself."

Maka sat quiet in her seat. One of the officers had given her a blanket to warm her from the cold air she has earlier been exposed to and a cup of tea to calm her down and warm her up.

"Officer Black*Star, I have given you every detail and piece of information I have and I wouldn't hide anything from you. But there is something I want in exchange." Maka said. She was terrified from being alone and especially now when she had lost her only friend. She knew just how dangerous the streets of Whitechapel could be and now with the man known as Jack The Ripper being after her, she couldn't allow being lonely.

"And what that might me Miss Albarn?" He asked.

"Protection. I saw him and now he would most likely want to kill me for it. I'm a danger to his existence and if he gets his hands one me, you lose all chances to ever catch him." Maka took a sip from her tea.

She was known as a very bright young woman among the prostitutes. When she was younger, she lived a good life with her family. They weren't rich neither poor. Her father was a close friend to Robert Evans. They were known as famous musicians and when Maka's father brought her to visit their mansion; she was allowed to once in a while get access to their library. She had learned a lot but she stopped visiting their library when she met one of their sons, Soul Evans.

He had in the beginning been very obnoxious toward her since she was poorer than him and therefor wasn't worthy of being in their mansion. Although, it didn't take long until Soul had changed his mind because of his mother. Since he was an Evans, he was forced to be polite toward her and during one of their many dinner parties; he invited her up to dance. Of course, they were still very young and Maka was a poor dancer and Soul was only a newbie, it had been very hard for them to dance.

Maka had been happy spending her time with her dear friend Soul Evans. Even if he had at first been obnoxious and forced he to be nice toward her, she thought that in the end he had truly been nice toward her and that he as well had enjoyed her company.

Soul Evans had been Maka's escape. He had been her guiding light and loved his company. He was her sun and moon and it had always seemed like they would be together forever. But then that dreadful day had come when she had lost everything.

Her mother and father had died in a house fire and she had been left alone. She was only twelve at the time and Soul bad been very sorrowful for her sake, but his mother then showed her true colors. She had banished them from their mansion and forbidden her to ever see Soul. She told Maka she was now trash, an orphanage and they didn't civilize with them.

The last time Maka ever saw Soul was on that day was when people from the orphanage took her away. Soul had watched her sad get taken away. He hadn't made a move to talk to her or even say farewell. At the time, it had been a stab in the back for Maka but after the years, she realized he was off-limits to her even thought her parents were friends of his parents, they would never had been truly together. Something would have ripped them apart and it was better to part ways that way.

When she had then turned eighteen, she was kicked out from the orphanage. Nobody ever wanted her as a child and now when she was officially an adult, she was left on her own. She lived on the streets and eventually met Patricia. She had been her mentor when it came to prostituting.

Ever since that day when she last saw Soul, she lost her guiding light. She lost her sun and moon and most important, she lost her safeness.

When she had wandered the streets, seeing the papers about his and Wes's success at being musicians, she was happy for them but she was sad to never being with them. They had always been on her mind. Always hunter her dreams and she would have given anything to hear them play and see them be happy. But it still stung her heart knowing they didn't think of her. Of course, why would they think of her? They had everything, looks, money, talent and women in their class. Someone like her would never have any place in their hearts. Not Soul's or Wes's. But she does like to believe Soul would actually think of her once in a while, but he doesn't.

Black*Star scratched his neck. "You don't need to ask of that Miss Albarn. We have already taken care of it." He turned his chair toward the door of the questioning room. "Death! You can come inside now!"

With a creak from the door, it opened and in came a man in a black suit and a skull emblem around his neck. "Miss Albarn, let me introduce Death The Kid. He is a well-known guardian in our headcounter. He will guard you and take care of you."

Her guardian known as Death The Kid had one of the most oddest hairstyles, even in the level of oddness as Black*Star with his star shaped blue hair.

Kid's hair was black and had three stripes on his left side.

"I'm Death The Kid. Nice to meet you Miss Albarn." he offered me his hand which she took in mine.

"Maka Albarn, a pleasure to meet you."

We released each other's hands and she cuddled back into the blanket around her. She hadn't yet really shock off the night's events. She picked up her cup and took a sip.

Black*star took a quick look on the clock. "It is soon morning. We will show you your room and then you can get some rests. We will move you later to a safe house-"

The door was suddenly slammed open and her green eyes widen as the size dinner plates. Her heart stopped for a moment and the cup in her hands was dropped and spilled out the hot water on her lap. She yelped out but it didn't burn her thanks to all the layers of skirts she wore.

"Are you all right Miss Albarn?" Death The Kid asked and she nodded tensely.

Her eyes never left the person in the doorway and so didn't he. He stared at her with wide eyes; it was like he could she it was his childhood friend even if she looks completely different from back in the days.

"Maka Albarn? Is that really you?" His voice was much darker than when she had last heard him.

He was different too but he has seen him once in a while on the front covers and heard the paperboys shout out news about him and his family. He looked like in the papers but his hair was much messier and untamed. His facial features were sharp like daggers and his eyes as red as of the killers.

Something inside of Maka wanted to throw herself into Soul's arms like she usually did but she didn't. The red eyes prevented her. They were so similar to Jack The Ripper's and that made her very uneasy.

"Maka, it is you, isn't it?" he asked once again.

She was still silent. No answer from Maka did he receive until Black*Star stepped in.

"Yes. This is Miss Maka Albarn. She is the one I told you about. The one who saw Jack The Ripper and lived."

Soul didn't turn to look at Black*Star. He still looked at his old friend.

"Maka. It is you." He walked toward her and something snapped inside of her. Fear spread in her body.

"Get away from me!" she half gasped and screamed falling off her chair and crawled backward to get away from him.

Black*Star immediately joined Maka on the floor and grabbed her shoulders trying to calm her down, unfortunately it didn't work that much.

She looked behind Black*Star wide still wide eyes at Kid he stood in front of Soul, he held his palm toward his shoulder, stopping him from getting close to me.

Soul still had his eyes set on me as if I was his target, just like Jack The Ripper did.

"He… He… He has the same eyes…" she stuttered out. It was barely even a whisper but Black*Star still heard it.

"I know Miss. He has red eyes but he has an alibi. He is not the one who attacked you. He was at his brother's concert."

Even the fact Soul had an alibi and he was her childhood friend, she was still terrified of him. The boy she had once felt so save with wasn't there. The real Jack The Ripper had taken that away from her. Soul's eyes she had before felt so warm and safe looking into she only saw Jack The Ripper's in them.

"Maka, I'm not him. I'm not Jack The Ripper." Soul said calm but she still didn't feel safe. She just had to force herself to relax in his presence because that is what she would have wanted. Soul was her everything and Soul wouldn't hurt her, or would he?

"I'm here to protect you Miss. I wouldn't let Mr. Evans here hurt you." Kid said while he released Soul and whispered something in his ear quickly.

"Are you going to be okay Miss?" Black*Star asked. The young adult took a deep breath before nodding, still trying to avoid the piercing eyes of Soul.

"Can you please take me to my room? I'm exhausted-"

"I can do it!" Soul quickly interacted before Maka even had a chance to finish her sentence.

"You can't Mr. Evans." Said Black*Star. "I know you as an officer want to contribute but Miss Albarn here has been through a rough time and she needs to be around people she feels safe with and right now, she doesn't feel safe in your company."

Soul frowned and didn't say anything else.

Kid walked up to Maka and helped her up from the floor. He took her to her room and there was a bed. It had been years since Maka had slept in a bed. She had gotten so used to sleeping standing against a rope it felt like heaven when laying down on the bed. Her poor and uneasy muscles finally had a chance to relax.

She thought about the news about Soul had become an officer at the police station and what Black*Star had said about not feeling safe around Soul and needed to only be around people she felt safe with. But he was wrong. She didn't feel safe right now. She never felt safe not when Soul had turned into an image of Jack The Ripper inside of her head.

Inside of the questioning room, Soul went up to Black*Star. "I have known her for a very long time Sir. She and I used to be really close friends before an ordeal separated us."

Black*Star sighed as he picked up the pieces of the cup which broke. "There is nothing I can do Mr. Evans. Miss Albarn doesn't feel safe around you and I can't then place her under your care."

"But you don't need to place her under my care." Black*Star looked confused at the officer. "All you need to do is make me Death The Kid's partner for now. Let me and Kid protect Maka Albarn."

"Fine. You have approval from me but you need Kid's approval as well, but if Kid thinks you cause too much problem to Miss Albarn, you will be immediately removed."

Soul smiled wide and gave his boss a salute. "Right Sir! I won't disappoint you Sir!"