Hello! Welcome back. I'm doing a Naruto (Anime) story rather than a Mortal Instruments story. And I'm doing this one alone!
This is a story taking place in Victorian London in 1888, during the Autumn of Terror. If those words and dates means nothing to you/ you're not a history person, it's the time when the notorious serial killer Jack The Ripper committed his crimes.
So History lesson if you want to know who Jack the Ripper is. He was known by many names such as The Leather Apron, The Whitechapel Murderer, And Jack the Ripper. In the Whitechapel Area of London, he killed many prostitutes. He would remove their organs and spread them out around the women's bodies. Still, to this day, we have no idea who Jack The Ripper was, or why his reign stopped.
Ps! This is also going have some parts from the book I just read 'Stalking Jack The Ripper.' I would go read it if I were you!
Thanks to CityOfClockworkAngels for beta...
Disclaimer: None of these people are mine.
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Chapter One
Evening; August 30th, 1888
Uzumaki Manor, London
Oh dear God…Naruto Namikaze thought as he looked at the dark blood clinging to this arms, reaching all the way up to his elbows.
Now, most people in this situation would be saying 'Oh dear God' because of the thick blood climbing up their arms, but not Naruto. No. Not at all. This was actually his favorite part of the day, were he could escape his high status of Minato Namikaze's son in Polite Society.
His Uncle Nagato's Lab was his only hideaway. There, he could do what he wanted and train to be a doctor.
Like right now.
This body was at least 2 weeks dead, but he knew he probably wasn't ready to deal with more recently dead or even alive yet.
He pulled his hands out of the liver area, noticing something was strange there.
It was probably how the person died. You usually can tell from a few clues. The dead can tell tales, after all. Just maybe not verbal ones.
Naruto then took his precision knife and was about to clean it, when he thought he saw something moving in the usually still lab out of the corner of his eye.
When he went over to investigate, there was nothing. Naruto blinked a few times, moving his head slightly forward, and then turned back to the metal table.
"Probably just a little too dark. I must have just been seeing things," the boy whispered, dismissing the thought out anything strange.
But there was one thing that Naruto missed.
Even with all the time he spent in his Uncle's lab, he couldn't notice when something was missing.
And Naruto Namikaze couldn't see the most important detail…
Because if he just looked closer, he would have seen that on the shelf there was a dripping liquid, slowly falling.
Drip...
Drip...
Drop.
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Midnight; August 30/31, 1888
Namikaze Manor, London
Naruto woke up, sweat pouring down his face. He brought his hand up to his face, staring at it a while before clenching it and whispering,
"...looks like it's just another nightmare."
But it seemed so… real… this time. Not that they never were, but this one was different somehow.
Naruto knew that when he closed his eyes, the figure would appear again, dressed in black, leaning over him, eyes red with bloodlust. He shuddered again at the thought of the blood-coated knife gently tracing the left side of his face.
The fear of being cut open as he had done to others so many times made his mind go blank with a not-at-all foreign coldness.
As thunder and lightning cracked across the sky, Naruto knew that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep, and there was only a few hours until dawn.
So he took a key from under his creamy white pillow and turned over to face his nightstand, when lightning lighted the room up just enough for him to see the small key hole.
Naruto reached down to unlock the drawer and piled out a small leather notebook.
When he opened it, he skipped past the first several pages, all of which were full of writing. Then, Naruto took out the bottle of ink and the quill from the drawer, and started to write.
Rather than stories, as you would expect in a 16-year-old boys' notebook, Naruto has a collection of scientific cases. He started to note the possible reasons for death of the man that he looked at today.
Well, just by looking Mr. Tomas C. Bradfox you could tell how he died.
It was obliviously not a murder, there were no knife marks on the outer or inner body.
It is very possible that Mr. Bradfox was an Alcoholic. Alcohol affects the liver, and causes liver damage. Your liver needs water. Alcohol produces a toxic enzyme called 'acetaldehyde' when it reaches your liver. Acetaldehyde, like said before, causes damage to the liver cells and can cause permanent scarring. It can also cause cirrhosis, which is clearly visible on the liver. Mr. Bradfox also showed other signs of excessive drinking, such as yellowing of the skin and swelling of the legs, ankles, feet, and abdomen.
On the start of a new, blank page, in a clearly educated print, Naruto wrote,
'Mr. Tomas C. Bradfox: August 13, 1858- August 28, 1888; Aged Thirty Years. Cause of Death: Alcoholic man, over drank and showed signs of liver disease (cirrhosis), which killed him.'
After he had added Mr. Bradfox to his notebook, he flipped through all the other pages, reading them until the first signs of dawn shone through his window.
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Midnight; August 30/31, 1888
Streets of Whitechapel, London
Thunder and lightning roared across the sky and a man, completely dressed in black, scowled.
No, it was not at all unusual for men tone out at night, dressed in black, soaking in the pouring rain. They might have been going to a pub, or heading home after a long day.
The latter would make sense of course, providing a reason for the strange man's scowl. But no, that was not the reason.
The reason was, because of the thunder, you could only softly hear the clock tower ring midnight.
Midnight was the time the man was waiting for. After hearing the ringing of the clock tower, he moved into a nearby back alley, where he could hear the voice of one female. Only a prostitute would be out so late, probably looking for a companion for the night.
If it was in his nature, the man in black would have chuckled.
He walked closer to the voice, shoes squeaking because of the rain.
Suddenly he stopped.
And pulled out a….
Big
Shining
Knife
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