For the easily confused: I do not own any of the characters apart from the OC's.

Sort off based off Jack the ripper (was watching something on channel 5 last night, proper scary)…

I'd seen her just a few nights ago, she'd left her shawl at the local Brothel, I don't work there, not may people want a mute girl to work for them plus I don't need to work there I work at Angus's Bar as a waitress and I also make the wine myself, he's the only one who can understand me. So now I find myself, address in hand, walking up to the door of Rosalina Misionare's house (Missy-on-air) I hear a sound within, a muffled voice talking soothingly and then scratching. I know I shouldn't but nosy as I am I decide that I'll have a quick look through the window. I rub my hand quietly over the window removing the thick layer of dirt that has caked itself on the glass over time. What I see at first appears sexual and I want to look away, but I don't, the man is kneeling over Miss Rosalina, bent down low his eyes fixed on her, a look of determination fixed on what I can see of his brow, a second later however my eyes focus on something spreading out around her beautiful body, a dark red colour spreading like a sunset shadow and then my tired mind realises what it is, blood. If I could gasp I would have, perhaps I would have screamed at the top of my lungs, getting help from anyone I could, anyone who would come out to help me. I walk backwards readying myself to run and just as I do I forget about the step and fall loudly, my arm banging the door. I stand up as fast as I can manage, animal instincts taking over, I have to get out, I have to get away. The man looks up at me, his eyes are not cold or inhuman, as I had guessed but sharp like an eagle looking for a mouse. He stands up and before I know what's happening the houses of Decora are passing me by (The city she lives in.) I look down and realise that I am the one running. I can see my breath in front of me coming out in puffs of air. Bakers Street. Smith and Taylor's Bakery, I watch as they pass me by in blurs of fear and desperation. I cannot help but turn around to see if the murderer of Miss Rosalina is following me, I cannot tell but what I do know is that a dark shadow is coming after me, silent as the grim reaper but fast as hell, skipping from shadow the shadow, I feel fear and bile rise in my throat but still I carry on. There are many places I suppose I could have gone, Angus's Bar, the Brothel, hell even the church but my legs would not stop, I kept thinking 'He's mad, if I go there I won't be the only one in danger.' And then it hit me, a revelation that was the complete opposite of a ton of bricks, like a ton of bricks being lifted from my shoulders. My feet were taking me to the beach, the beach where the pirates would be, they docked a couple of hours ago, there's no way a murderer would take on pirates and the best part: I didn't even have to wake them up, I could sneak onto the ship get into a cupboard, stay there for a few hours and then leave. If I weren't running I would have jumped for joy at my own intelligence and instincts, however as it happened my ecstatic mood was fleeing faster than I was, the shadow was catching up, and I was low on energy, narrowly missing a sign left outside a shop and weaving through chairs I couldn't help but turn around to look at the shadow. I could here my heart pounding in my ears and the echo of my footsteps, followed by the light tip tap of the shadows. As I ran I could smell something behind me, something coppery but with a hint of sweetness, bitter but sugary, what was it? It was catching up fast behind and my mind simply had to know what it was.

I could see it! I could see the beach, I could hear the waves splashing around but most importantly I could see the lights from the ship. I was safe, finally able to rest my tired head and I would then tell the police what I had seen of the mans face. Splash splosh splash slerp splash. I was a minute maybe less from the ship, if I had not been mute I might have shouted, woken the crew up trying to share my joy with the outlaws. I was now throwing my arms out in front of me when I felt something grab my shoulders tightly, angrily shoving them back. They turned me round as though I was a doll and he was the puppet master. I felt my eyes widen in fear as the knife went deep into my stomach slashing at me in an animalistic way, I took in his appearance, wanting to know who had killed me and that's when I knew why no one had caught him, he was a police man, able to monopolise the system. If I had been a stronger person I might have laughed at the irony of the situation, I was in arms length of a pirate ship where surely someone would kill the murderer to get the bounty on his head. If I could scream surely one of the outlaws would come and see what was going on, right now it couldn't do any harm, if I were strong I could have fought back but all these 'ifs' and 'buts' made nothing but wishes and could haves and I watched the most disgusting thing happen in front of my eyes, unable to look away as I watched an animal with precision go on with his work.

Kinda scary. Please tell me what you think. There's pirates in the next one woooooooooo hooooooooooooooo