I've been in disguise for a few weeks, and I've been able to find more information. Apparently, the murderer is Lord Blackwood. People have been saying that he's now killed five women, including my sister. It's sickening how a man would do that. What makes me more more sick to my stomach, is that he's still walking free. The police are as useless as my father.
I was walking to the flat I've been staying at, with a few of my workmen. I've gotten a job, on the construction of a ship, that's been in the making for the past few months. I really needed the job, since I was running low on pounds. "Okay, Lenny. I think you should head home". I told my workman, as he nearly fell over. Lenny laughed hysterically.
"But the night is young! Come one, let's go to the punchbowl". Lenny slurred. His breath stunk of a mixture of alcohols. Peter, my other workman, helped me keep Lenny steady.
"Andrew is right. But, I'll take you home". Peter shifted Lenny onto his shoulder. "We'll see you tomorrow". Peter said. I nod my head.
"Thanks. I'll see you boys tomorrow". I said, as I deepened my voice. Peter walked away, struggling to keep Lenny on his feet. I chuckled to myself. Since I started working, I learned things...things my father could never teach me. I've learned how to manage my money better, more people skills, and I learned how to survive a round or two at the punchbowl. I've been able to finally be free, and I'm proud of myself. I smiled slightly. I'm sure my mother and Victoria would be proud of me.
I continued to walk down the dimly lit streets. I was thinking about all the information of Lord Blackwood and the murders. I couldn't figure out the connection between the women. I know Victoria didn't know any of them. None whatsoever. But, I couldn't figure out why Blackwood killed Victoria. She had no idea of his existence. As I thought to myself, I was interrupted when someone suddenly ran into me, causing me to fall to the ground. I looked up, and noticed it was a man. I looked at his face, and he looked familiar. The man quickly recovered, and started running again.
"Hey! Apologize"! I called after him, not caring to deepen my voice. The man ignored me, and kept running. I rolled my eyes, and looked at my hat, which was sitting on the ground. I moved my hair out of my face, and walked over to my hat, and placed it on my head. "He's lucky I'm exhausted. I would have taught him a thing or two, about not apologizing". I muttered to myself. I continued to walk through the streets, and I saw a carriage race past me. I looked at it slightly confused, but shrugged it off.
I walked until I came to my flat, and smiled to myself. I walked in, and locked the doors. I took off my hat, and placed it on my dresser. There's not much to my flat, just the basic bedroom things, a bathroom, and a kitchen. It's all I could afford, but I'm not complaining. I grabbed my man's shirt, and walked into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, and admired myself. I noticed how tired I was, and I thought about the things Victoria always said to me, when I looked like this.
"You've been out all night, with those boys, haven't you? Fighting boys in the punchbowl, is unladylike. What to do with you". Victoria's voice rang in my head. She never did like me doing things like that. Then, I thought about my mother. She was the only one, who liked my wildness. She used to tell me, I was like her. I smiled, and felt a tear run down my cheek.
"I miss you two". I said, as I wiped the tear away. It was bad enough to lose my mother, but to lose Victoria...made everything harder. I took a deep breath, and ran the water, for my bath. I stripped myself, and sat into the hot water. It was soothing to my sore muscles. After all the labor I did today, I needed a nice bath. I dunked my head under the water, and thought about more memories of Victoria and I.
I remembered when we lived in the Capitol, and we would run around our mother's farm, playing with the chickens and cows. I remember when I found my first hatched chick. Victoria helped me nurture it, until it became an adult. I smiled, and resurfaced. I moved my wet, blonde hair out of my face. I got out of my bath, and dried myself. I changed into the shirt, and walked out the bathroom, and sat on my bed. I admired the work I left on my flat wall, that consisted of information on Blackwood and the 3 other women. No matter how much I tried to understand, I just couldn't. I laid back in my bed, and snuggled into my blanket, to keep warm.
