Thanks a million, I enjoy the reviews, I would still like to know who you think was Jack the Ripper, was it Gull, Chapman, Maybrick, the Freemasons? Tell me what you think.

Samyo: Thank you and No.
Faust: Well, lots of great mystery novels do resebel a case book, and this chapted dosn't have a theory at all.
Actually I didn't think of the romance thus far, for a while I thaught about them having a one night stand, with Mina and Sawyer goimn though a rough spot but patching things up eventually. I'm not sure anymore.
Darkena: Exactly!

( i )

A trick door opened up in the confession booth of an abandoned chapel, and out climbed Jekyll, who then walked out the wooden doors and walked towards the city morgue.

( ii )
Skinner felt a strong nausea coming over him as he was lumped outside Jekyll's study, so he gathered his strength and crawled to the outside where he puked his guts in the garden, and as he watched the disgusting sight of the invisible substance gaining color, he suddenly felt better, and out the corner of his eye he spied a feminine figure approaching the house, and as it got closer, Skinner saw it was Pat, the maid, and as she passed him on her way to the back door, he caught a scent on her, he couldn't determine what it was, but it did smell familiar.

( iii )
An unfortunate woman of her late thirties walked threw Miter Square, she had dark black hair, her features showed that once, long ago, she was a beauty, before she came to be what she was, before she was hit by the brick wall they call life and gained her hardened features.

She nodded as she saw McQueen1, the thug who provided protection to her and other women of her status, he was a peace of scum, but now that the Ripper was once again active, his services were worth it.

As she walked into an empty alley looking for a client, she felt a being behind her, but before she could execute the decision to turn, she felt a gloved hand covering her mouth and another one taking hold of her waist, she tried to scream but she couldn't she turned to see who it was, but he held her so tight that she couldn't, all she got was a glimpse of the assailant's face, a black hat and a crimson scarf covering the mouth, and all that was in the middle were an auburn beard and a pair of eyes that bore a look like no other, not a look of rage or glee, but a look of a wounded animal, trapped in a corner.

She silently accepted the fact that she, Michele Wynam, was the Ripper's newest victim.

( iv )
A flock of bats descended to street level next to Sawyer and blended into Mina.

"Hi," said Sawyer.
"Hi," she replied.
"I missed you today"
"So did I, did you by any chance speak to Jekyll?"

Sawyer was slightly annoyed that Mina brought him up so soon, "I did"
"And"
"He told me that I was a major pain in the ass, and that he hated me"
"He Did"
"Well, not in so many words, but I got that Impression"
"Did you upset him in any way"
"No..."

Sawyer was guilt for the tall one he just told, "Listen Mina, darlin', Jekyll is a grown man, more grown than you and I put together, actually. He'll come to us if he ever decides to... I mean when"
"That's not the point, Jekyll doesn't want to be in this situation, and he is silent because someone has the upper arm over him,"

Sawyer was silenced as Mina went on, "Jekyll would never do anything like that, nor would he let Hyde, if he did do it, then it was because he was in a bad situation, one that he continues to b in."

Sawyer, in one of the few times of his life couldn't come up with a witty response, he found out that he had indeed underestimated Jekyll's situation.

"Well, I have to go along now."

Mina broke into a hundred bats and flew off, leaving Sawyer to walk in shame; he had treated Jekyll like a coward, all the time not trying to think about his situation.

( v )
"So, you're giving me 650 pounds in exchange of just leaving London tonight and never coming back?" asked Michele, who was laying on a bed in a cheap room in Whitchappel.
"Precisely." said Jekyll, who had taken off his trench coat, hat, gloves and scarf and sat on a chair by the door, eyeing a parcel at the table.
"Why is that?" she asked suspiciously, it wasn't an everyday event that a man paid her money for anything besides sex, and not that much anyway.
"Because If you don't you'll be dead by morning"
"Really?" scoffed Michele.
"Tonight you thought I was the Ripper, the next time it will be the last thing you ever think"
"Why are you doing this?" she asked.

Jekyll looked gloomy, as he changed the subject, "Are you Welsh"
"Yeah, from Cardiff"
"What were you supposed to do originally"
"Pardon"
"You didn't grow up dreaming of shagging men in back alleys and cheap tavern's for three shillings a throw, did you? What was your real choice of a job?"

"I wanted to have a cafe, but I didn't have the money, so I came here in hopes of earning enough money to open my own place, it didn't pan out very well"
"Then take the money, get on a train to Cardiff or anywhere but England, and open your cafe, bur for heaven's sake, don't stay here"
"What's in the Parcel"
"A Kidney." answered Jekyll casually.
Michelle shrugged as she counted the money that was next to her, and stuffed into old purse, Jekyll was donning his clothes, in preparation for leaving.

"Are you sure you don't want any?" asked Michele as he was by the door, Jekyll turned around to face her, as he was wrapping his scarf around his lower face.

"I mean, you did pay for a throw, actually, Hundreds of throws. Enough for every man in Whitechappel to be grinning for the rest of his life"
"No." said Jekyll as he opened the door.
"Are you a... eunuch?"

Jekyll was very offended as he looked at her with rage, but contained himself and opened the door; taking the parcel with him, saying, "Just leave London"
"It's no city for humans, It's Hell." was the last she heard of him as he disappeared into the night.

( vi )

Jekyll walked threw the shadowy alleys leading to the chapel, at one point he had saw a flock of Bats flying in the Distance, but Mina didn't make him, he had also saw some of Nemo men, who gave him some looks but didn't know it was him.

Jekyll entered the Chapel and headed to the confession booth.

"Lovely night, isn't it?"

Jekyll turned around to see a well tailored young man of his late twenties, with long locks of strawberry blond hair and good looks, with a cruel smirk on his face.

"Warren"
"Jekyll."

Warren slowly circled Jekyll, "I trust that Ms Wynam is no longer a problem?"

Jekyll reached to his coat pocket and got the parcel and tossed it to Warren who caught and unwrapped it, and as he saw the bloody kidney, he was not the least disgusted or phased, "Anything else?"

Jekyll gave him the Listun knife, which was coated with blood, "Where will the corpse turn up"
"It won't"
"We didn't ask you do that," said Warren sternly, "Ah well, we all make mistakes."

Warren was then leaving.

"We'll give you word on the next job in a few days."

Jekyll's eyes widened in anger and he went outside the chapel after Warren.

"This was my last Job"
"No it wasn't." answered Warren as he walked away.

They were down the steps when Jekyll grabbed Warren by his collars, "YOU CUNTING BASTARDS!" he yelled, with his voice dripping with rage and hate, "You told me I'd have to knock her off, and then I'd be out the woods! You told me kill her and it would be all over!"

Warren snickered like a madman, "Calm down, doctor, it's not good for a man of your age," he said, "It will be the last one, I promise, think of tonight's job as a penalty of jumping ship 11 years ago"
"I did what you told me back then, and back then you said it would be over, when will it end"
"First, my father told you, and that's the point, Jekyll, it never ends." said Warren as he stopped his snickering, Jekyll let go of him, "As long as you help us, the dirty secrets of you, Hyde and that wild knight 12 years ago will never surface, as long as we keep out mouths shut, your only concern will be serving us, your only other option is to turn yourself in, and you don't want to do that, do you?"

"No." said Jekyll calmly.
"It's really not bad, once you think of it, you get the societies protection, your alter-ego gets satisfied, we stay in the shadows where we belong, we are all happy"
"Fine."

Jekyll thought he could still slip by, Ms Wynam was on her way to Cardiff by now, and he would have to come up with a similar arrangement a few days later, then he could fake his death again and leave England, or Europe even, he could go somewhere out of England's domain, and live with his dirty secrets for the rest of his life.

But then the situation got a tad stickier.

"Drop that knife!"

Both Jekyll and Warren turned to the source of the voice, to say a Constable standing a few feet away, they the looked at each other for a second, and then swift as light, Warren hurled the knife at the constable, and it plunged into the constables chest, and he crumbled to the ground, lifeless.

"Jesus Christ," hissed Jekyll, "Why the hell did you do that"
"Because he was likely to identify you, and it would be had to explain why did you get out your house through a secret tunnel on the same night that a murder occurred that is a part of a series of murders that you are the prime suspect in, and because he was likely to identify my face as that of Wesley Warren, that's why."

"Good job, not only are we whore murderers, were policemen killers, and this morning, every inch in a quarter mile radius will be searched, and they'll find the trap door inside the chapel and walk through it right into my house"
"That's a good point." said Wesley as he pondered how to handle the situation.

"Leave it to me, you go home and I'll handle this."

Jekyll was too disgusted to say anything a she got into the chapel, 'This is rocket bottom' he thought, he was a whore and Bobbie killer, these were his last days as a free man, or perhaps it was his last days.

Author's notes 1 McQueen was an actuall charcter that provided protection for whores in Whitechappel, London in the year 1888, he is featured in 'From Hell'.