OOC: Ok So I hope my character isn't too Mary Sue, but she's quiet the cusser, very blunt and such….oh yes if anyone wants to be a beta reader…please! E-mail me…

Wee. I'm not the only one obsessed with From Hell fics, which is odd considering the movie is almost a year or so old..!!

Ok so our beloved McKayla gets in some deep shit in this chapter…and witnesses something far worse than a bloody corpse. ( teehee ^.^ )

Anyhoodles, off to the chapter we go

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McKayla grumbled and opened one eye, then the other. Oh Jesus……. She looked around the candle lit room which appeared to be some kind of study/bedroom, it was enough to cause her to open her mouth to scream although decided against it as she heard what sounded like water lapping against tin. Someone was in the other room bathing.

Sitting up I carefully cracked my neck, and looked down to my shackled feet and hands, all cuffed around each of the four posts loosely on the bed. Wincing, I tried to make as less noise as possible as my feet lowered to the ground.

As they touched the hard floor, everything became real…..then the racing thoughts began: Holy mother of god, I'm in the movie!! From Hell…I'm in Hell….ohgodohgodohgod! Johnny Depp is Abberline, that Bilbo Hobbit is the Ripper, and ..and..

I cocked my head to the side, and realized the very sexy, and very drug addicted Abberline could possibly be in the next room..naked…wet..hot. Shaking my head I couldn't help but smile and squeal with excitement. Whether a dream, reality, or some kind of intricately mapped out plan to lose my virginity to Johnny depp …this kicked ass!

He heard my squeals no doubt and noisy sloshing of water followed, accompanied by approaching footsteps. My adrenaline rushed, face flush, breathing momentarily stopped and I waited, grasping onto one of the bed posts. It all came down to this, if this was real, if I was truly in 19th century England, and if I really was cuffed to Abberline's bed.

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High pitched scream.

Deep pitched scream.

" Godley!! Ugh for the love of god put on a towel!!" I spun around, the mental image of the damp and steaming Godley still burning into my retina. As usual I wasn't thinking and the metal links of the chains were currently tightly bound, and digging into my ankles. This caused me the most ungraceful fall, and I landed hard on my back, with my palms still glued over my eyes.

" What in gods name! You say my name as if you know me….dim-witted jezebel." I could hear Godley's footsteps followed by the dripping of water.

" I know a lot of things, but now I've *seen* more than I've wanted!" I replied, stiff and unmoving on the ground.

" Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it." A heavy sigh from the heavy man. " I'm decent."

Opening my eyes, I looked up at two men this time. One, heaving up a damp towel over his round belly and unmentionables. The second a dashing man, looking down on me in more ways then just literally.

Abberline curled his upper lip in disgust.

"Who wants to question me first?" I asked rather chipper, rolling on my stomach, then clumsily managing to stand thought still tangled and using the mattress for stable support. " Cause Either I'm part of some kinky bondage fetish or I'm under suspicion." I cocked a brow and giggled softly, getting some kind of sick pleasure from toying with them momentarily.

Godley groaned.

" Inspector Frederick Abberline meet your prisoner." He motioned to Inspector Abberline, who only nodded at McKayla with half-ass enthusiasm. " Inspector Abberline, will handle you from here…Miss?"

" Miss McKayla. McKayla James, 142 High waters Lane Ohio, zip code 28907. Now may I ask where I am, and why I'm shackled to a bed?" The two men exchanged glances and Abberline still silent, smiled coyly.

" Foreign yes…" Abberline murmured then pulling up a seat from a secretary desk, he gingerly sat down and crossed his legs. He looked again to Godley who stood there for a second trying to figure out what Abberline was inferring as he held up his soaked towel. " Oh yes!" he said, and Abberline finally smirked to McKayla who was biting her lower lip and playing with her cuffed wrists.

" Miss McKayla's personal effects.." Godley threw her messenger bag , and it slid between her and Abberline.

" If you touched anything in there, I'll- Well I would do something, something very painful to your scrotal region pal!" I tugged at my restraints, unable to even point a finger. " I had my passport, credit cards, my ipod, and my cell phone in there!!" I cried desperately loud which alarmed Godley for he flinched.

My cry's were ignored, my stuff insignificant, as was I.

" Good day Miss James. Good luck Inspector." Godley nodded as he exited into the hallway and Abberline took his cue only after hearing two doors being shut, assuring the Godley wasn't listening in.

" My apologies for the inconvience of chains, but you are indeed under suspicion in the case I'm head of."

I stopped fooling with the cuffs and let the chains fall with a clatter to the ground. The carriage, green lanterns, dark alley, crime scene, bloody whore…..

" Something wrong, Miss McKayla?" The cockney accent of the inspector brought McKayla back to the present.

" Wrong…?" I shook my head. " That word doesn't do this justice."

" As it often doesn't in White Chapel." He looked confused and looked down at the withered brown stems he held, then hesitated as he looked to the muddy indigo streaks in the young woman's hair. He was choosing his words carefully, being sure to say everything as pleasant and cordial as possible, trying not to spook a prime witness.

He was waving something. " Do you like grapes?"

"Allergic." I lied, leaning my head against the bed post and sighing with haughty teenage arrogance.

" No doubt you've heard the local rumors surrounding the recent murders-"

" Butchering." I interrupted as the previous night's tour bubbled back up to memory.

" Right, the butchering of many unfortunate-"

"Whores." My voice rang out over his once again, and Abbberline shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

" Right." He laughed most awkwardly, then continued in absolute seriousness. " There is no reason to be reciting the facts back. To be most blatantly honest ,Miss James, I'm positive your not telling me something about your reasons for being in such close proximity to the body of Elizabeth Stride, considering 'Long Liz' had the smell of Grapes on her lips, with the absence of the stems! How very convenient that I found them on you only minutes after discovering the body! Stop huffing about and tell me the truth and I mean the whole fucking truth before I drag you out into the streets naked as newborn and dangle you in front of the Nichols Boys by self!"

Toppled chair, kicked aside messenger bag, and before I could say 'holy jumping Jesus' Abberline's angered face was inches from mine, taking my breath away with his.

"She must've dropped them before he killed her. I saw the carriage drive off. I can take you to him." The words just poured out of my mouth with one faint whisper.

I shrieked as Abberline shoved his entire body weight on me and I clenched my eyes shut in fear.

After a few moments the clatter of the metallic links made me realize that they were being keyed open, yet still I kept my eyelids together as the Inspector worked the cuffs off, our breathing sounding synchronized as our chests pressed together for the few seconds he lingered there taking off the last wrist restraint.

My hormones must have been on an all time high, for when the contact ceased I was trembling and let out a disappointed murmur.

" Your bringing him to me." He said simply

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Pupils the size of golf balls. " Huh?!"

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