Chapter 3: Jack the ripper

"HOLY-owww!" as I was saying this, I had bolted up effectively bumping my head on something hard. Laying down I saw I was in a narrow long area, big enough for one body.

A coffin. Go figure. Sighing I push open the coffin lid. I swear one day I am going to kill Undertaker.

'YES! CAN HE CUT OFF HIS HEAD?!'

'Figure of speech.'

'What's that?'

Lord, what is wrong with my head I'll never know. I only blame the many frying pan to the head incidents. Now where is he nutcase I call a boss?

"Rai, Rai, Rai. Sleeping on the job are we~" speak of the devil. Turning I glared at the Undertaker. Weird how his name is his (creepy) profession isn't it?

"YOU KNOCKED ME OUT!" The Undertaker shook his head frowning as I got out of the coffin almost tripping over the side. Shaking my left leg awake I went back to glaring at the grinning man.

"I did no such thing."

"I see the frying pan!" I yelled pointing an accusing finger at the object that was badly hidden behind his back. I jumped a little when the Undertaker threw the burnt object.

"What frying pan~? I think you're seeing things~"

I give up! There is NO point in trying to convince his otherwise! Sighing I grab the broom and did my only job; clean. I am very happy I don't have to freaking clean the bodies which Undertaker happily does in the back humming. Sometimes I wonder why he is always so happy with dead bodies but each time I hear him laugh I refuse to ask. Maybe he was a serial killer in his past life. At five o'clock I was about to leave when Undertaker appear out of nowhere (like always) holding a letter.

"I need you to deliver this to Miss Mary~" I knew exactly who he was talking about. Mary Jane Kelly one of the whores that usually does rounds in my neighborhood. Taking the letter I examined it wondering why Undertaker would need to give her a letter. Maybe they had a…

Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts!

"Okay…." I said slowly eyeing my boss. He didn't seem like it but…. Maybe… it's not impossible…

"Rai, what are you thinking about?" The old man said in rapid fire.

"Nothing too bad…." I replied blinking. Dear god that image is going to stay in place for THE REST OF ME LIFE! Ugg, why would I even think that?

Undertaker blinked, frowning. "Keep yer mind out the gutters young lady!" Is it really my fault though? "Yes sir." I replied nonetheless suppressing from conjuring those thoughts once again. There is only so much a human can take.

"Give the letter to her at night… around eightish?" Undertaker said. That doesn't sound to hard, she doesn't live too far away and I don't have anything to do but study and this will only take about half an hour as long as Jack isn't... wait just a frying pan moment!

"Have they caught Jack yet?" I asked, crossing my arms and narrowed my eyes at Boss.

Undertaker grinned. "No." I should have known!

"So you're sending me to a whore –who Jack is targeting- and you don't give a damn if I live do you?"

Undertaker acted shock but his grin really betrayed him. "Rai, I only have what's best for you in heart." And that's why you're hand-delivering me to a killer? Thank boss. That means a lot to me. Might as well send me to hell while you're at it.

"If you do it you'll get a raise~"

DAMN YOU UNDERTAKER AND YOUR BRIBES! It was so cold tonight that I could see my breath as I gritted my teeth together wondering why the hell does it have to be so cold? I was leaning against the wall of the alley waiting for eight to roll around. Hopefully she wasn't "working" now. I doubt I would be able to take it if I walked in. I glanced around the side where a boy and a man also stood. Well, the man was actually holding a black cat looking at it like it was the most precious thing in the world. The boy on the other hand had one of his eyes cover by an eyepatch and the other closed with his arms crossed as he looked down talking about something.

'What are you two doing here..' I thought going back to watching the other side of the alley. No Jack the Ripper. Maybe he got bored and decided that he'll go after something annoying like stalkers. Or other killers. Maybe he decided to take care of the rats around London! Yes, that would be great! A killer turn to rodent killer! If only that would actually happen.

'You don't seem to worry about those two guys over there~' Mr. Voice commented just as I felt a tap on my shoulder. Jumping slightly, I turned to look at the man in black which matched his hair. Why would this guy be hanging around an alley at night? Where a prostitute lives around? Oh shit... he's Jackie ain't he?

"Y-yes?" I stuttered taking a couple of steps back, my hand slipping into the jacket where I kept a dagger just for creeps and murderers.

Y'know just in case.

The man's eyes were.. uh… honey brown? No. They were red. I squinted as I look into his eyes. They really did look red. Eh, maybe it was the lighting, his eyes could just be honey brown. When I notice the man glaring at me I straighten up leaving his personal space.

"What are you doing out so late?" he asked his tone accusing. Raising my eyebrow as I replied, also accusing, "I could ask you the same thing."

The butler smiled (in a non-creepy, non-threaten way). I notice he also was reaching for something in his pocket. "But I asked you first miss."

"I don't like telling my business to strangers…. Especially one's that look like creepers that like children a tad too much." Oops. I did not mean for that to slip out. The man eyes narrowed but before he could do anything a scream sounded pierce the night.

Got damn Jack! I thought wincing at the volume. She could've been an opera singer with those kind of lungs!

"Sebastian! Ignore her!" the boy said running towards the source of the scream. Sebastian immediately followed. I lingered for a while. I didn't want to see a killer; I didn't want to be killed. Maybe I could just stay here, no even better go back to Undertaker's and say she died before I got there! Sounds like a plan! With a grin I turned.

'Your just gonna go like that?'

'Yes I am.' I thought slightly speed walking away.

'A woman is being killed and your just going to walk away?'

Those two guys could handle it. Besides it isn't like I know her...

'You don't know the other two either~. Maybe they're helping Jack~'/

Yeah, but they could be were to help her... maybe... or they were heading to assist Jack.. Before I could even think of the consequences, I ran back down the alley of the tenement, hoping I wasn't in for more than I asked for. Actually that ship has already sailed didn't it?