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- hello my haters and squishys, i am here to tell you that i am obcessed with jack the ripper, circue du freak, and batman and teen titans. this will explain any other stories i make. anyways, here is my FIRST jack the ripper short story.
Mary Hills walked down the dark ally in England's finest city. She had had a long day, serving drunks with rum and wine, getting yelled at if their drinks didnt have the right amount of ice cubes. But on this night, she needed all the luck in the world.
As darkness fell, she felt her fears come true before her pulled her coat up to her face, taking in the warm air inside. once she walked even more, she got a chill up her spine.
She couched and turned around, feeling someone was near, someone evil. Her mind took over on what to do. Don't think just act and play it out as you go. She thought as she saw nothing in the darkness beyond the faint garbage cans toppled she saw someone step out of the darkness.
The faint shadow wore a black long coat over a rose petal red shirt, that may have been white to begin with. She didnt see anything odd about the poor looking man, other than his appearance late at night, possible midnight.
Then as she was about to pass him, she saw him pull something shiny out of his trench coat pocket, something sharp.Her mind was telling her to run, but her heart was saying ignore him, maybe he's a hunter. As she swept her brown short hair out of her royal blue eyes, something made her stare at that dark, mysterious man.
She needed to speak with him, she decided.
"Sir, what are you-" She began to say, but then she saw him raise the knife. She stared in shock and horror as he stared into her eyes, making her feel grabbed her shoulder and put the knife over her throat. She screamed in horror, she needed a miracle. He slashed her throat, blood instantly gushing out, spilling everywhere. She fell to her knee's, gripping her throat, trying to keep the blood in.
The blood wouldn't stay in, and she slowly was losing consciousness. Her brain was slowly getting dimmer and dimmer. Her shirt was stained in blood, soaking in memories. Her life flashed before her eyes, and her world went black.
Jack smiled, walking away. He was a notorious killer, the 'best of the best'. Life meant nothing to him, ever since he became 'Jack the ripper'. He looked over his shoulder down the dark alleyway. No one would find her for about 3 days, plenty of time to clean up the mess...
~you know whats amazing? im only 12 (almost 13) and i can write stuff like this XD~