People!
Due to lack of reviews/enthusiasm/time I haven't updated in forever.
I may not but I am on break now and I have already started a Secret Window fanfic, though because I hate to leave everyone hanging, I'll end this.
And the fanfic is set after Abberline falls in love with Mary Kelly, though McKayla has seemed to interrupt things..Naturally. You'll see everything come to a close here.
Please enjoy folks! And thanks to all those who have reviewed you guys are dolls!
Abberline Muse: So that's it?? Its over?? Me: Suppose so, bucko. Abberline Muse: Well Shucks! Me: You'll deal. By the way I'm writing a new Secret Window fanfic! Yayness! Evil Mort Muse: Spiffy! ^.^ Jack Muse: What about me? No one forgets Cap'n Jack Sparrow! Evil Mort Muse: Shut up, little bitch. * hits Jack with shovel*
There was a metallic scratch heard from behind the thin mahogany door causing McKayla to flinch and jerk her head to the side. She held up her finger and both of the duo's smiles melted into frowns.
"Will this never end?" Abberline childishly slapped at the bathwater and leaned back impatiently.
"I'll be back. Don't..er..don't move!" Still holding her corset up against her body with nothing else but a slip on, she edged out of the bathroom, and slowly closed the door behind her, leaving her in complete darkness in the front room.
"pssst. Who's there?"
A long silence was followed by another splash of water in the bathroom, which sent her airborne in fright. "Jesus!"
"I prefer Ms. Kelly." A thick Irish accent came from one of the four corners of the room. And before our semi-naked heroine McKayla could gasp, the hands of the red haired harlot struck a match.
"And by the looks of you, you must be the devil." Lighting a candle, she waved the match free of flame and stepped closer.
"Mary Kelly..." her voice was apprehensive and tense. "Wait you shouldn't be here! There's Freemasons!" She mumbled peering behind her whilst adjusting her corset to cover herself.
"Freemasons?" Shaking her mane of red, Mary Kelly looked around puzzled as to who this woman was and why was she in the Inspectors home.
"Nasty buggars. Out to kill you and all. Really you must leave now, I thought you were gone by now. You know? Hills, Ireland, the Ocean??"
Obviously Mary Kelly was here for Abberline, something she was sure didn't happen in the movie, but neither did her presence grace the screen. Anything was game now.
Godley.
Godley must have contacted her, told her all that was going on, of McKayla and her claims of Abberline and his predicting untimely death. No doubt Mary Kelly was here to stop it.
The young American from 2004 caused more trouble then she had expected and her thoughts were jarred by something Abberline had told her in prison when she was just a trembling heap at his feet.
"On account of the unexpected." She stated out loud and yet again there was noise from Abberline in the bathroom doing god knows what.
"I-I just need to speak to the Inspector, its imperative!" There was no use getting in the way of the steamed ex-prostitute as she was in love. And if there's anything we learn from the movies, it's that love conquers all.
Gladly stepping aside weary in defeat, McKayla let all that she tried to construct fall into shambles.
There was no fun here, in the1880's; in McKayla's all time favorite movie, in what she had once thought was a fantasy to be apart of.
But there WAS a scream.
It came from Mary Kelly as she laid eyes upon the slumped over figure in the tub.
McKayla was reluctant but slid into the bathroom to see the site of her beloved main character unmoving. The scene was set, an empty bottle of Absinthe floating in the water, all the needed materials for opium, all empty and scattered around the tiles around the tub.
She couldn't change the plot as she had hoped. Abberline had accidentally committed suicide, and Mary Kelly lived.
Although she knew the facts now, they all blurred with the onset of tears. Both hers and that of Mary Kelly who was frantically feeling for a pulse on the Inspectors body.
"Don't linger. You have a baby now, and even though Abberline didn't, you still have to live."
Turning her back on Mary Kelly and all that she had tried to save, McKayla sauntered out of the bathroom and through the living room. Before she left out into the damp, chilly London night, she grabbed Abberline's long trench coat and hat on the peg.
Bare feet and all, the drizzle darting down hard upon the wool of the Inspectors Jacket, she began to weep. She blended in well with the rest of the bloody or drunken wrecks dotting the street, and her crying began to grow in intensity with the icy stings of rain that pelted her back.
Stumbling into alley after alley, she went to the one place in White Chapel she could remember.
The Ten Bells.
It had to be almost dawn now and yet still the crowd was rowdy and there was some violin music accompanying a few twirling jezebels entertaining some shmucks in the corner.
Taking a seat at the bar, she ignored all the quizzical looks and jingled around in Abberline's pockets. Not knowing how the money worked these days, she tossed whatever coins she could find and tossed them on the table.
"Uhm. Anything?" McKayla watched as the men all laughed heartily, knowing the tender would give her the drink that would get her smashed quickest so that she was easier to 'handle'.
But hell, that was the point.
There was no way to get home, no way to save Abberline, and no way to live here. There was only the brown drink in the small shot glass in front of her.
Picking it up, she raised her glass. "To health, wealth, and happiness."
Closing her eyes, she downed the drink.
Thud.
Kick.
Thud.
"Girl! Wake up!" The same old guide from the 'Ripper Tour' poked and kicked the dirty blonde heap on the floor of the dark, empty, and decrepit building. "The tours moved on, get up you bloody hellion!"
McKayla groggily looked up from under a brown woolen cap.
FIN-
There ya go! Form your own inferences! Muahaha.
I know the ending was a sort of cop out, but I didn't want it to have the same happy romantic ending, after all it was only a movie................
Due to lack of reviews/enthusiasm/time I haven't updated in forever.
I may not but I am on break now and I have already started a Secret Window fanfic, though because I hate to leave everyone hanging, I'll end this.
And the fanfic is set after Abberline falls in love with Mary Kelly, though McKayla has seemed to interrupt things..Naturally. You'll see everything come to a close here.
Please enjoy folks! And thanks to all those who have reviewed you guys are dolls!
Abberline Muse: So that's it?? Its over?? Me: Suppose so, bucko. Abberline Muse: Well Shucks! Me: You'll deal. By the way I'm writing a new Secret Window fanfic! Yayness! Evil Mort Muse: Spiffy! ^.^ Jack Muse: What about me? No one forgets Cap'n Jack Sparrow! Evil Mort Muse: Shut up, little bitch. * hits Jack with shovel*
There was a metallic scratch heard from behind the thin mahogany door causing McKayla to flinch and jerk her head to the side. She held up her finger and both of the duo's smiles melted into frowns.
"Will this never end?" Abberline childishly slapped at the bathwater and leaned back impatiently.
"I'll be back. Don't..er..don't move!" Still holding her corset up against her body with nothing else but a slip on, she edged out of the bathroom, and slowly closed the door behind her, leaving her in complete darkness in the front room.
"pssst. Who's there?"
A long silence was followed by another splash of water in the bathroom, which sent her airborne in fright. "Jesus!"
"I prefer Ms. Kelly." A thick Irish accent came from one of the four corners of the room. And before our semi-naked heroine McKayla could gasp, the hands of the red haired harlot struck a match.
"And by the looks of you, you must be the devil." Lighting a candle, she waved the match free of flame and stepped closer.
"Mary Kelly..." her voice was apprehensive and tense. "Wait you shouldn't be here! There's Freemasons!" She mumbled peering behind her whilst adjusting her corset to cover herself.
"Freemasons?" Shaking her mane of red, Mary Kelly looked around puzzled as to who this woman was and why was she in the Inspectors home.
"Nasty buggars. Out to kill you and all. Really you must leave now, I thought you were gone by now. You know? Hills, Ireland, the Ocean??"
Obviously Mary Kelly was here for Abberline, something she was sure didn't happen in the movie, but neither did her presence grace the screen. Anything was game now.
Godley.
Godley must have contacted her, told her all that was going on, of McKayla and her claims of Abberline and his predicting untimely death. No doubt Mary Kelly was here to stop it.
The young American from 2004 caused more trouble then she had expected and her thoughts were jarred by something Abberline had told her in prison when she was just a trembling heap at his feet.
"On account of the unexpected." She stated out loud and yet again there was noise from Abberline in the bathroom doing god knows what.
"I-I just need to speak to the Inspector, its imperative!" There was no use getting in the way of the steamed ex-prostitute as she was in love. And if there's anything we learn from the movies, it's that love conquers all.
Gladly stepping aside weary in defeat, McKayla let all that she tried to construct fall into shambles.
There was no fun here, in the1880's; in McKayla's all time favorite movie, in what she had once thought was a fantasy to be apart of.
But there WAS a scream.
It came from Mary Kelly as she laid eyes upon the slumped over figure in the tub.
McKayla was reluctant but slid into the bathroom to see the site of her beloved main character unmoving. The scene was set, an empty bottle of Absinthe floating in the water, all the needed materials for opium, all empty and scattered around the tiles around the tub.
She couldn't change the plot as she had hoped. Abberline had accidentally committed suicide, and Mary Kelly lived.
Although she knew the facts now, they all blurred with the onset of tears. Both hers and that of Mary Kelly who was frantically feeling for a pulse on the Inspectors body.
"Don't linger. You have a baby now, and even though Abberline didn't, you still have to live."
Turning her back on Mary Kelly and all that she had tried to save, McKayla sauntered out of the bathroom and through the living room. Before she left out into the damp, chilly London night, she grabbed Abberline's long trench coat and hat on the peg.
Bare feet and all, the drizzle darting down hard upon the wool of the Inspectors Jacket, she began to weep. She blended in well with the rest of the bloody or drunken wrecks dotting the street, and her crying began to grow in intensity with the icy stings of rain that pelted her back.
Stumbling into alley after alley, she went to the one place in White Chapel she could remember.
The Ten Bells.
It had to be almost dawn now and yet still the crowd was rowdy and there was some violin music accompanying a few twirling jezebels entertaining some shmucks in the corner.
Taking a seat at the bar, she ignored all the quizzical looks and jingled around in Abberline's pockets. Not knowing how the money worked these days, she tossed whatever coins she could find and tossed them on the table.
"Uhm. Anything?" McKayla watched as the men all laughed heartily, knowing the tender would give her the drink that would get her smashed quickest so that she was easier to 'handle'.
But hell, that was the point.
There was no way to get home, no way to save Abberline, and no way to live here. There was only the brown drink in the small shot glass in front of her.
Picking it up, she raised her glass. "To health, wealth, and happiness."
Closing her eyes, she downed the drink.
Thud.
Kick.
Thud.
"Girl! Wake up!" The same old guide from the 'Ripper Tour' poked and kicked the dirty blonde heap on the floor of the dark, empty, and decrepit building. "The tours moved on, get up you bloody hellion!"
McKayla groggily looked up from under a brown woolen cap.
FIN-
There ya go! Form your own inferences! Muahaha.
I know the ending was a sort of cop out, but I didn't want it to have the same happy romantic ending, after all it was only a movie................
