Alone and Afraid
Rated: R
Disclaimer: I do not own anybody, except for Grace, she is mine.
Warning: Violence and gore and swearing. Contains spoilers
Alone and Afraid
Grace's screams were muffled by a strong hand over her mouth. She tried to bite it, but it was no use. Something hit her over the head and everything went black. Her daddy couldn't save her now. She was as good as dead.
Grace awoke frightened in a dark room. There was no window, only one door. Tears started to well up in her eyes.
"I bet you wish that you hadn't run away," a strange voice said.
The Ripper, she thought. No way was she going to live. She was going to end up like the whores on the streets. Her throat slit and her intestines wrapped around her neck.
"I wouldn't bother screaming. No one can hear you."
Grace shivered.
"Your cold?" a kinder, weaker voice said.
"Yes," she whispered.
A tall man came toward her and wrapped a wool blanket around her shoulders.
His head was shaved and he looked as though there was something mentally wrong with him
"Thank you…"
"Ne-netley," the man stuttered.
"Thank you, Netley."
He smiled. He obviously wasn't the Ripper.
"Don't worry, Grace. I'm not going to kill you yet. You're a very special victim to me. I don't want to slit that pretty little throat of yours yet."
Sir William Gull and Netley left Grace alone in the room.
"I don't th-think we shh-shhould kill her," Netley stuttered.
"Netley, my dear boy, relax. It's just like killing the other ones," William said, patting Netley on the back.
"No-oo. It's different."
"I guess you're right. This one is for fun, not for business."
Grace sobbed into the blanket. She touched the red handprint on her cheek. She'd give anything to be back with her father. Anything at all. She closed her eyes and went into a deep sleep.
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Abberline was sick with worry. He didn't need this. He didn't need his daughter missing with the murders going on. He drank his laudanum and absinthe, soon his was asleep.
He saw his daughter. Her blonde hair matted, her eyes streaked with tears. She was in a dark room with no windows. He knew exactly where there that room was and he now knew exactly who Jack the Ripper was. Could he get there in time?
Grace was alone and afraid. The sharp blade was pressed against her neck. She could see those women. The blood dripping down onto the streets, their guts wrapped around their necks, their organs cut out from their bodies. She didn't want to end up like that. But someone she knew that she would. She just prayed that her father had had one of his visions.